Reborn Poor's

Dating with Fitza?

Brother picked me. I still didn't expect to do the dating! I really never did this in my life before. I got on the bike. Today Mr. Fitza is very cool, with his black shirt, he also smells fragrant, masculine, very happy to taste.

Me : Where are you going?

Fitza: to the mall

Me : What?

Fitza: Why? Don't wanna?

Me : Not that I don't want to, but want to go to the mall?

Brother Fitza: Jajan, shopping, hangout.

Me: If just a walk, the market is just a deh malem

Sis Fitza: Tumben there is a girl who actually nyaranin.

Me : Yes.. Usually don't you say 'whatever?

Brother Fitza: Well yes.

Me : Yes if I can choose to say whatever, if I want, as I want.

Fitza's sister complied with my willingness to take a walk in the night market. Actually I want to go to the mall to buy clothes, but am I not Rachel, I am Ariana, for everyday is hard, let alone buy clothes? Maybe next time, when I've raised enough money to buy a nice suit.

We started walking through the ins and outs of the market tonight. A lot of guys I thought were like us, dating. Many families also bring their children, or young married couples who just have a baby.

We stopped at one of the fried rice stalls, I really wanted to eat fried rice. Not much ado I immediately ordered two servings of fried rice. Sis Fitza who saw me just opened her mouth as if shocked. I reply with a question mark.

Me: Brother, are we really dating?

Brother: Do you think?

Me : It's impossible.

Brother: Why?

Me : Because Ariana likes Jeremy Tan.

My whisper. Fitza was silent. The fried rice is coming. I saw Brother Fitza, something was strange after I said that.

Me: Brother, you like Ariana?

Fitza immediately choked. I thought that question would make a quiet atmosphere into a light conversation. I immediately poured the water into the cup and gave it to Mr. Fitza.

Me: Sorry, brother, this

Fitza drank the water I gave her. He then looked at me.

Sis Fitza: You really don't know?

Me: Don't know what?

Brother Fitza: Ah... Never mind.

Me: I don't know, brother, if you don't explain, let alone amnesia.

Sis Fitza: Isn't that, from before you woke up, long before you turned kayak now, you don't fuss?

It felt like my heart was pounding so hard, Sis Fitza looked at me seriously. I don't know what to answer. I really don't know, because I don't have any memory of Ariana.

Me: Yes, brother, I don't remember.

I started to laugh a little to cheer the atmosphere, but Fitza really did not laugh, even smiled at all. I shut up for a moment and continued eating.

I sat behind him with a bad feeling. I was quiet all the way, I don't know why I wanted to cry. I think I just got yelled at by a guy. Suddenly I sobbed, I realized I wasn't in my old body, I missed everything there, I missed my family. I wept.

Fitza: What's wrong with you?

I'm still crying. He stopped his motorbike at the edge of the lake near the bridge.

I'm still crying. We got off the bike.

Sis Fitza: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mediate you.

I didn't answer Fitza's question, I just stared at her with tears still on my cheeks. She hugged me.

Brother Fitza: Don't cry...

I was crying all the more, there were some people passing by. They're watching us. Fitza just shook her head and waved her hand at them, a sign that she was not doing anything evil.