Return of Romantic Artists
Nearby Distance 1
That afternoon, at exactly 14:00 Rian came to my house. The red shirt with jeans suit looks very suitable to wear. The pleasure in my heart could not be extinguished, I could only smile looking at him, that look as if it could not escape my mind.
”Na, just shut up?”, Rian asked me who was still glued to him.
”Eh, it's okay kok”, reply me original.
We talked for quite a while, not feeling the wall clock so quickly move the needle, which makes Rian say goodbye to go home.
Until then, Rian had no news until I returned to this sacred prison. Just like before, when we were together sitting on the bench of Junior High. All I could do was look at her with a fixation, even I could only greet her by her name and Rian replied without the slightest gap to return my gaze.
It used to be a day that I was afraid of actually happening, during the school breakup and I lost track of Rian at that moment. For a year I've been erasing it from my brain memory.
A moment flashed through my mind as I shook his hand, as Rian stepped into my house, and as he sowed my news. I wondered if perhaps that long-lost feeling was now coming back, if so would He accept my heart?
I still have my doubts, because out there many are much better than me who are only locked behind this pillar of the holy prison. I looked up at the towering PETRA campus building until it was visible from the 3rd floor of this boarding school I was visiting.
Today's subjects are ICT, here these subjects are indeed the lessons, because students can use MEDSOS after 15 minutes of study. Soon I opened my Fbku, a lot of messages and my eyes were fixed on one of the names on my messaging site “Febrian Rian”. With this beating heart quiz the mous cursor right in that name and then press click.
”Assalamualaikum Afna, how's it going?” write it in the message column
”walaaimussalam Rian, good news” I reply to the message.
It turns out that there is a green dot next to its name and that means it is online. There was an incoming message on Fb.
Rian: ”May be healthy always yes there, and keep the spirit of learning huh?”.
Me: “Iya, thanks for nyangatin”.
Rian: “Oh yes, holiday when, still long yes?”
Me: “4 months off class, why?”
I was fixated for a moment, my premonition of him getting stronger. After that I typed in the Fb message column.
Me: “Maybe”.
Rian: “Ok. If you can ask for your phone number, because yesterday I called it was the one who raised your sister”.
Me: “Iya, sorry about it here is prohibited to bring a phone, it could be if only Sunday”.
While waiting for a reply from Rian, it turned out that time was not on my side, it was time for a lesson change. I closed Facebook without opening a reply to a message from him.
Time passed by Rian always told me through the message fb, because of the limitations of the use of gagget and also strictly prohibited to wear it on active days. I packed all the things that would have been needed for home use. I can't wait to get home and pick up a phone that's been locked in a drawer for months.
Arriving at home I opened a rectangular object that gave off light immediately I pressed one of the buttons. I opened one of the applications that is still popular today.
“Ping” Type and I press the send button on the BBMku site.
I played that thing with my finger for a long time, and then
Drrrr drrrttt heard the object vibrate and immediately I opened the notification that suddenly appeared on his screen.
“Iya Afna's. Have you gone home?” Rian replied to my message
“Sudah”, reply me short.
“Tomorrow so get out right?” reply again.
“Iya, discharged magrib yes I wait”, reply.
“Siap”. reply to a message from Rian that I just stared at without my reply again
