Split To Be Together

Amberlie's Charm

The sun seemed timidly emitting its rays. The birds chirp alternately. The sound of roosters crowing signifies the night has passed. People are busy with their own activities. Housewife who prepares breakfast dishes. Father is preparing to find sustenance to support his family. Children in uniform who are ready to learn.

Likewise with a teenage girl who busies herself in front of the mirror. Turn right, turn left, with dimples knotted across her face as she smiles. Convinced that his appearance has been pleasing to the eye. Amberlie Delmora Lazuardi, that's the girl's name. He always looks good and polite. Abel, people used to call his name. He is still sitting on the bench in Class 2 SMU. Diligent, dexterous, maybe that's what Abel is drawing. He always got the top 3 in his class.

The distance from home to school is quite far, making Abel always wake up early, and depart by car. Unlike other children his age when leaving school carrying a motor vehicle, Abel actually prefers to use public transportation even though it has been facilitated by his parents. Abel thinks that using public transportation is safer also avoid the risk. In addition, it adds a new experience for Abel. Although in public transportation it is narrow and stuffy, and sometimes stuck in traffic. But, that is precisely what makes Abel always miss when school holidays arrive.

Her skin is yellow. His height is about 160 cm. And her proportional weight adds to her beauty. Many men try to approach her, but she is indifferent and always says “We are just friends”, or “We are sisters”. Many of his classmates were envious of him. How not, she is beautiful, smart, liked by many men anyway. But until this moment apparently no one has managed to get his heart.

Every day, Abel just listen to his friends who tell stories about his male friends or commonly called girlfriend. Sometimes Abel feels strange, they can suddenly turn happy, laughing while telling stories. But, they can turn out to be quiet, indistinct anger, even the innocent can be hit by his scolding. “What everyone in love will be like that, unstable, and able to change mood at any time?” That was what Abel was talking about in his heart.

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Duuukk...Bruugg...

It was a morning Abel had never felt before. Starting at the time Abel left school in a hurry over the misfortune of waiting for public transportation that never came.Without realizing the books that were held by Abel had been scattered on the ground. But thankfully, the man who was hit was apparently kind-hearted, he helped tidy up those messy books.

“Thanks”.

Only that word came out of Abel's mouth. Like I can't believe there's still such a kind man. But is he really good or is he just feeling guilty ? That is what Abel had in mind.

Like the plan of Allah Swt. who has been neatly arranged, Abel accidentally met the figure of ‘hero mornin’. That was the name Abel gave her. His smile reminded Abel of what happened this morning. He approached Abel, though,

Apparently there was something Abel forgot. In a hurry, Abel did not realize that his book was missing. Fortunately again the morning hero who saved the book. Although there was a slight stain of soil on the first page of the book. It feels like the first time Abel feels something different. The smile that the man showed overshadowed the view of every corner of Abel's eyes. To the extent that Abel was unable to speak when faced directly with the man.

That day, Abel came home a bit late in the afternoon, because he had to do school tasks that were deadline. As usual, Abel waited for the bus that drove him home. But there are different, not as crowded as ordinary days, maybe because it was late in the afternoon and others have gone home since.

“This is really boring, a little scary pula”.

So shocked was Abel when someone approached him from behind, a little fear that he would do evil.

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