Semusim Love

Playing with fire

I returned the medicine I had taken from Arya's hand after cleaning my own wounds.

"Seriously no papa Py? or need to go to the hospital?" Arya's face looked worried.

"No, there's no need. Just a scuff."

Arya nodded slowly. "What is a small world?" You heard you were attending college in Jogja, right?"

"Yes, you're in UI aren't you?"

"Yes, take the accounting." Arya nodded enthusiastically.

"You, if not wrong accounting majors are also yesterday?"

I'm nodding.

Yes, we finally had an impromptu reunion. He's Arya, both boys of Tunas Bangsa High School. He was the son of IPA 1, and participated in the paskibra exkul, whose brain was very thin, champion OSN Mapel Provincial Physics. We occasionally cross paths during exculpation, which is where I'm a chemical MIPA kid.

Sometimes greet each other because our classes are next to each other. Sometimes also met in the school cafeteria or when to the library, always a rame-rame. Yes that is it. Now that I know from the news grape, that Arya was already the manager of the branch area at one of the banks here.

"Eh, you're not in the alumni group?"

"Lake in." I've taken a sitting position back on the motorcycle seat.

"Never nongol in a chat?"

"I'm a true reader, your hobby is to read your chat." My grin is crisp. There are actually I'm less, they-they've been all successful, I'm, huffhhh...

"Yes, I'm first." I started the engine.

"Seriously, don't you think Py?" Arya glanced at my knee.

I smiled, "No papa ". Then put my bike forward.

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Arriving at the library, my phone vibrated. I saw a new number sending a message.

Assalamualaik...

Tippy, it's Arya. On save my number huh

If there's anything in the same wound tell me..

I'm sorry.

Deggs...

Deggs...

Deggs...

Oh my God, why I was so happy to be sent a message like this, honestly, once fitting High School, I also had time to enter the row of secret admire Arya, but not fanatical like the others, just nge fans because Arya is cute, smart too.

I turned left and right before I finally decided to smile and reply to the message.

Waalaikumsalam

Just a scuff wound, no papa either...

***

And starting from the story of the small collision was continued by sending messages to each other that seemed never to break up. Makes a tremendous impact on the balance of my heart.

I get excited about doing my homework, sometimes smiling to myself. I just found out that Arya is warm and hilarious. In the past at school he seemed cool, ordinary OSN science children look on seriously.

We exchanged messages, telling each other something we found interesting to discuss. Arya even gave her collection of Harry Potter novels that she tipped through Grab services and it turns out we were both holic Potter once.

We just flow. As for Arya, she already knew I'm a wife of someone else. I also know he is married. We didn't expect much from this relationship. We're just friends, confiding friends, just it. THE POINT.

Oh, really?

In the end I admit, not entirely true.

Because my heart always sings when it receives the attention I don't get from my husband. Because I always look forward to the phone or the message. Because I've been daydreaming more lately. It seems that Dennis did not respond to the changes that happened to me, or maybe even did not care. He is busy in his world.

I'm in the middle of two guys who are just as attractive. But one is more romantic. Oh, look, I've started comparing!

Deep down, I regretted the impromptu reunion that broke the balance of my heart. But what if at that time he didn't hit my bike, of course we wouldn't have met. Will my life stay this way? just flat?

That meeting really has led me to the 'New Age' in my life.I tend to be straight, flat, and simple after marriage, then feel back to find myself lost.

I remember again, that in fact I am a person who is turbulent, has many desires and does not like to be restrained by the rules.

With Arya, I found it back.

He listened with both ears wide open about all that was churning in my brain cauldron. He introduced me to a new challenge, which I initially thought I could not take. Yes, he has taken our relationship from an ordinary friendship to a kind of.

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That afternoon after watering various types of ornamental plants mama-in-law on the side porch, my phone vibrated, I saw the contact Arya who I had named to be Aryu (female name) was calling.

Quickly I entered the room and locked it from the inside, the children were playing with their grandfather, while Dennis was not home yet.

My heart beats fast when I shift the green icon, an act that really triggers my adrenaline.

"Assynoltom... Hi..."

"Waalaikumsalam.hai how are you?"

"Good... You?"

"Well, I want to see you. I'm gonna say something."

My breath choked hearing that, "Important?" I doubt.

"depends."

"Depend on what?" (depending what?)

"Depend on your opinion."

I thought for a moment, biting my lips hard. " No ah. Someone will see."

"So I Will bring my laptop with me."

"the user?"

"Let's say why-why, can make an excuse. again find inspiration for the thesis.."

"You're in college again?"

"Yep..."

"Okay, up to you. Where's?"

"Library, find it safe... Tomorrow at eleven. Can you?"

My heart's vow has been wriggling uncontrollably, I'm like I just swallowed a pacemaker pill one bottle at a time. I fell silent again, thinking.

"Pisan lamaa, ma'am. Can you?"

"Yes, you can..."

"Well, that's dong... Yes, yes?!"

"Hm hmm..."

"Tippy's Assalamualaikum."

"Aryan Waalaikumsalam."

I can still hear his crisp laugh that makes me miss when the phone is closed. Oh my God, am I playing with fire?

But only once.yes this once.. Only tomorrow.

To be Continue...

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