Sister Alea And Mr Crazy

Iqbal Heal?!

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Tomorrow has arrived. The day Iqbal will go to Canada with Mrs. Beautiful and Mr. Ujang. Maybe today was also a painful day for him to part with Iqbal.

"Is everything ready?" ask Ny. Beautiful on Bi Minah who previously stuffed the suitcases and necessary items into the car.

"Already, Madam," replied Bi Minah.

Mrs. It was beautiful to smile hearing that. After that, he approached Alea while guiding Iqbal.

"Alea," said Ms. Beautiful with a soft look and looked at the girl who was looking down like holding back a cry.

"Tante has entrusted your salary money to Bi Minah, later Bi Minah will give the money to you. Previously Aunt thanked me very much because you want to take care and take care of Iqbal with sincerity. Aunty does not know when Aunty and Iqbal come home, but hopefully Aunty and Iqbal can go home soon so that we can get together again later," said Ny. Beautiful while cupping Alea's cheeks.

Alea smiled wryly, then shed a tear. It was very difficult for her to hold back tears when facing a breakup. Although this was a temporary farewell, but somehow Alea's premonition said the farewell with Iqbal would feel long.

Hopefully that feeling isn't right.

"Suster waitin Iqbal, yes. Anyway Sister can not be close to other guys as long as Iqbal is not there," Iqbal recalled with a firm but funny expression.

Alea chuckles. It could be that Iqbal made a cuteness like this in the middle of going apart. "Okey, the sisters won't whip up with other guys" Alea smiled.

Iqbal then replied with a smile full of excitement. For a moment Alea was wondering if Iqbal had not been sick and witnessed this separation, maybe then Iqbal would have cried, just as Alea was feeling right now.

"If so ... Aunt, Iqbal with Mr. Ujang saying yes, Alea. Take care of yourself okay. After this, you go straight home and say our greetings to your family" she said. Beautiful, ended by gently stroking Alea's hair.

"Be careful, Aunt, Iqbal, Mr. Ujang. Don't forget to call Alea if you're going home" said Alea, who was later met with a small nod from Ms. Beautiful, Iqbal and Pak Ujang.

"That's for sure, Alea."

Now Alea turned to look at Mr. Ujang. "Pak Ujang, take good care of Iqbal, yes. Take good care of him too. And make sure Iqbal has to apply the health patterns Alea has written on a small paper. Anyway Mr. Ujang must mastiin Iqbal is okay."

"Ready, Non Alea. Pak Ujang definitelyin Den Iqbal is always fine," said Pak Ujang enthusiastically, as a result made Alea smile thinly.

"See you later, Alea. Take good care of yourself here yes," said Mrs. Beautiful, who then hugged Alea for a moment.

"Okay, Auntie."

After hugging Mrs. Beautiful, Alea now turned to approach Iqbal and hugged the man very tightly. It was as if she did not want Alea to let go even though the edges were only separated.

"Take care of yourself, Iqbal. Don't go long, later sister kangen same Iqbal. Anyway Iqbal has to come back here quickly okay," Alea pinta softly. Even at this moment Alea began to cry in the arms of Iqbal, because he was no longer able to withstand all his sadness.

"Okay, Sus. Iqbal won't be long. Wait Iqbal yes, Sus," Iqbal replied.

Alea gave a small nod accompanied by her sobs. As soon as possible he took off his embrace with Iqbal even though it felt heavy for him to do. Simultaneously, Iqbal wiped Alea's tears with his thumb.

"Don't cry, Sus. Later Iqbal will follow the cry," said Iqbal while putting on a sad face.

Alea lowered her head and laughed softly for a moment. Then he showed a faint smile to Iqbal. "Look! Sister is smiling. Now Iqbal can go" Alea said trying to toughen up.

Iqbal smiled excitedly at the smile on Alea's lips. In the meantime, Mrs. Indah began to hold Iqbal's hand and immediately led the man towards the car.

"Pamit first yes, Non," said Mr. Ujang to Alea. Alea replied with a small nod.

Pak Ujang walked after Ny. Beautiful and Iqbal. Iqbal was waving his hands at Alea before entering the car. Alea who saw that, did not want to stay silent. He immediately waved his hand at Iqbal while showing a smile.

Not a smile of happiness. Except, a smile of sadness.

Alea looked down to wipe away the tears. After that, he lifted his head back to look at the car Iqbal was riding in. Alea was astonished as Iqbal stepped closer to her with a big smile. He thought Iqbal had gotten into the car.

"What's up, Iqbal? Is there something left?" aela asked, looking at Iqbal with two teary eyes.

"Iqbal forgot."

"Forgot what?"

The cup!

Iqbal kissed Alea's cheek at a glance, making the owner of the cheek surprised to round his eyes.

"Bye, Sister. Wait for Iqbal, yes," Iqbal shouted as he hurried away to enter the car.

The car Iqbal was riding in now began to drive. However, Alea was still shocked on the spot. In fact until this moment Alea had not blinked because it was so unreliable Iqbal would kiss her before leaving.

"I'll be waiting for you, Iqbal," Alea said with her eyes watering again after Iqbal's car disappeared from view.

***

Time passes so fast. Every moment I never miss thinking about Iqbal. How's things going? Is she okay? What is he doing today? All the questions that came to my mind were eager to be answered directly by Iqbal himself.

But I realized Iqbal wasn't here.

I don't know why Iqbal went so long, did he feel at home in Canada?

Whatever it is, I want Iqbal back here as soon as possible. I've missed him. Missed how to play. Missed smile. He also misses his funny behavior.

When will he come back?

I've contacted Auntie Indah many times to ask them about it. But, Aunty Indah's number is not even active. Who else would I ask? On my phone there is only the number of Beautiful Aunt.

Oh my God, what am I supposed to do now?

I visit Iqbal's house almost every day. I wish the owner was at home. But it seems my hope has not been fulfilled. In fact until now there has been no sign of Iqbal or Beautiful Aunt going home.

I once asked Bi Minah to contact Aunt Indah or Mr. Ujang by phone home. But their numbers are hard to reach. And it makes me more nervous.

What's with them exactly? Are they okay there?

***

It's been three years, I'm still waiting for Iqbal. And still, until now I don't know what it's like. In fact, the Aunty Indah number is still not active.

I don't know where they're going. I'm really worried about their situation. And even at this moment, my heart was never free from anxiety.

Where are they going? Are they okay there?

Honestly, I miss them so much. Terumata on Iqbal. I don't know if he's healed or not.

I hope he's okay there. I miss you, Iqbal. Please, comeback.

***

On this sunny morning, I chose to remain silent in the room. Reluctant to get out. I wanted to try to refresh myself without thinking about anything. But, still my mind kept thinking about Iqbal.

When will he come back?

"Alea."

I heard Lisa screaming from outside the room. Somehow at this early hour, Lisa came to my house. Will he take me to a morning sport? Ah, I hope not.

I just wanted to open the door to see Lisa, but she came in first. "Yaelahh, startle me," I said.

"Hehe .. morning, Alea," he said excitedly.

"Morning," I said a little sniffly and walked up to the bed in lethargic steps.

"Etdah, little spirit cake. From the past, lo galau mulu. When is it happy to try?" he said, then sat down next to me.

I laughed softly at that question. "When am I happy? Though you yourself already know, I will only be happy after knowing what kind of news Iqbal," I said rather softly.

Lisa was silent at first. But after that, she embraced my shoulder quite tightly. Maybe he wants to calm me down. "Yes, don't be sad anymore. If you keep this up, I'll be sad. Mending gini, from now on you must be sure that in Canada there Iqbal is fine."

There is also a point in Lisa's words. But yeah, what else. My heart was already feeling sad when it accepted the fact there was not the slightest news about Iqbal.

"Or gini aja ... rather than you sad continue, mengingan us to Cafe aja, okay? All of us take Doni," suggested Lisa.

A child I thought. Maybe today I should go out to refresh myself. "Okey, I agree. I chatted with Doni." I agree to the proposal Lisa gave me.

"Well, that's dong."

I hurried to get the phone from the top of the nightstand. After that, I opened the phone screen and activated the data.

Just now I want to press whatsapp application, suddenly the notification from the browser that suddenly appeared from the mobile phone screen, making me surprised great not playing.

[Breaking news: Iqbal Riandra Keanny, an Indonesian resident, won first place in the swimming competition in Canada.]

"Iqbal Riandra Keanny? Is the person in question on this news the Iqbal Riandra Keanny I've been treating?" I asked myself because I was so in disbelief with the news I saw this morning.

"That means Iqbal's healed, dong?"

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