Split To Be Together

Andre F D's

So shocked was Abel when someone approached him from behind, a little fear that he would do evil. But apparently, the thought was wrong. That guy is a morning hero.

Abel's confusion is growing, why is he still here ? Well, he volunteered to accompany Abel waiting for the bus.

There was no reply from Abel to the offer the man made. He still stands. Until finally Abel was only able to answer with a nod.

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‘Assalamaicum. Don't sleep too late. Watch out for bad luck tomorrow. And don't hit people again ya 😄.'

That's the message Abel received, when he found his phone ringing. Andre F D, the name of the sender on the mobile phone screen. He is the morning hero. After they chatted while waiting for the bus, the man introduced his name first. “Andre Ferdiansyah Damanik”, said. And Abel saw it on the name tag. Exactly as he said. Abel thought he would come home with her on the bus, but he didn't. He said that the hostel is near here so there is no need to take a bus.

“Can he be willing to accompany me waiting for the bus?” the question suddenly popped into Abel's mind.

‘Yes, I just nemenin ade. It was late afternoon, the bus was alone. That's not good’.

That was the answer the man gave when asked through a short message. Again he was a hero to Abel, he always helped Abel.

‘Ade’ that's how he called Abel. Naturally, he was the upperclassman at Abel's school. He was in 12th grade, and Abel was in 11th grade.

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“Need help?”

The words seemed to welcome the morning of a new day at school. This is the first time someone has offered his services without anyone asking for them.

True ! The figure is none other than not is ‘hero morn’. He really is a hero in Abel's eyes. Never before had Abel's heart been beating faster than usual, his mouth seemed locked unable to reveal a word. Only body language can answer that. Nodding, shaking, or even occasionally just smiling blushed.

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“Abel, I remind you not to get too close to him, he already has a”.

The words of a woman that afternoon haunted Abel's mind. “Some have. What does that word mean ? is it possible that the heart of the morning hero has been inhabited ? Does that mean I can't get close to him anymore. But why am I sad ? Am I really in love with him ?”

That morning Abel woke up with a crumpled face, more tangled than usual Abel woke up earlier in the morning. His spirit seemed to fade away eroded by such a violent current.

"Morning."

That voice, a familiar voice, was in Abel's ear. Abel kept walking straight without looking at the figure who had welcomed his morning. He kept talking. As for Abel, as usual, he was just a good listener.

“From yesterday you have no news, I am worried about you?”

It was that word that made Abel aghast. For a moment he stopped his steps, saw the figure that had followed his footsteps. It is hard to express words. Silent.

Up to ‘ekhem’ the sound woke Abel from daydreams.

“Sorry Brother Andre, but I'm busy.”

No other words were said that morning. Rushing Abel stepped foot a thousand leaving the figure of the hero of the morning.

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