The Couple SAID

prologues

Friends become love.

Common terms that are often heard. It feels impossible if the friendship between a man and a woman, there is no tucked in love.

There must be one of them who keeps the taste.

What is the end of this story?

Happy ending?

Who in love reciprocates the love that loves?

Or clap one hand?

Both possibilities are what will happen.

But what if the one who loves keeps fighting for his love?

What's gonna happen next?

There are many possibilities you can choose from.

One of them, let him go for himself.

“Kak Cetta don't run dong!”

The girl stopped, adjusting her breath. The young man who preceded him turned around, closing in on the girl who looked annoyed.

“I win” says older youth one year. The girl crossed her arms, her face reddened in anger

“Sister cheated” said the girl almost cried. The young man sighed, though,

“Iya, yes brother sorry” his hand outstretched rubbing top of head ‘adikya’

“Udah dong, your face becomes more cute.” Honest speech. The girl rubbed her face rough.

“Big nyebelin!” without warning he ran away leaving his ‘Kakaknya. The young man called Cetta simply raised both corners of her lips, stepping over.

The cold of the ice cream, which was still wrapped neatly, touched the skin of her cheeks, disperse the long-grained girl's daydream.

“Bukain” asked the guy who is now sitting in front of him.

They were in the garden behind the house, sitting on grass covered with mats. Large umbrellas keep them from the scorching afternoon sun, just a small garden.

The man unwrapped the ice cream, and handed it to his girl. The smile on the man's face rose, he was still in disbelief, with a look before him.

The girl who was devouring ice cream, her name was Ayudia Yara, the crybaby princess, who made the ignorant prince bend his knees for her sake.

Ayu alone does not know if he, has sown seeds in the heart of the ternyebelin guy all the time.

That was definitely for Ayu.

What seed is it?

The seeds that develop and the more days, the more fertile.

*****

The handsome fellow, scooping the curtains of his window, let the sunlight barge in, allowing his rays to wake the princess up.

The girl who just fell asleep for thirty minutes, writhing interrupted. His eyes blinked.

Unnecessary, no sense,

The girl hid herself under her blue blanket. The cold made him feel more lazy to wake up.

Ayu did not intend to sleep again after the dawn prayer, just that sleepiness could not be held, all because of his best friend.

Ayu stayed up late because she had to accompany the guy to watch the ball. He wanted to sleep again, but his eyes would not be closed. He finally fell asleep at about two in the morning.

“Ishh” hisses when his blanket is forced out. In his eyes his best friend was angry.

“What?” bian flat said. Feeling innocent, because it disturbs the comfort of the friend.

Padakalkan because of him too.

Bian turned around to walk towards the door. As one step away from their room, Bian stopped his steps, without turning around, he said.

“Lo sleep again I kiss.” Sounds like a threat, Ayu who has pulled back her blanket and is preparing to return to dreamland. Scramble her blankets roughly.

“Cetta!” she stepped up quickly, about to run amok to her husband. Bian swiftly turned around and held the hand of the wife who was about to hit him.

“What's dear?” maybe if it was another girl, they'd be happy not to play.

Ayu rebelled, trying to remove both of her arms from Bian's grasp. What Bian did next made his eyes rounder, rounder.

Ayu resigned, letting her best friend hug her tightly.

Ayu also did not have enough energy to fight this guy. Of course he'll lose. Girl energy is not comparable to Man's energy.

“You till when?” ayu asked them for almost five minutes in this position.

Bian flinching, he even tightened his embrace. Bian doesn't want to lose his world anymore. He's been tortured enough.

Ayu did not return her husband's embrace. He resigned himself, allowing the husband to embrace himself.

Ayu can't lie, she misses this guy so much, Abian does too, even her longing can gnaw on him.

The hug loosened, it seemed like Bian was satisfied hugging his puppet.

In his eyes the wife with a shady highlight. Both of his hands were perched on the shoulders of his girl. He saw the face that was now cheering.

“I love you.”

*****

“Cetta!”

“Iya darling?”

Ayu is anxious with the guy who is devouring his bread. Last glass of milk that guy spent, now the bread is ready to enter the mouth of Ayu also in the sambarnya.

With one bite, half the bread came into his mouth. It wasn't that Ayu didn't want to prepare it for Bian. It's just that the guy refused when offered.

So who's wrong?

With a sullen face, Ayu got up from her chair, moved away from the dining table, walked out of the kitchen, and sat herself on the sofa, the living room.

While chewing Bian followed his wife's steps.

Old couple, newlyweds. Counted a week of their marriage. And tomorrow will be the first day they return to school as a real couple.

I don't know what kind of reaction their friends gave them.

Neither Abian nor Ayudia, never thought by the two, they would marry, sleep under one roof, even one room. Although his love is very big for Ayu, just being by Ayu's side Bian is very grateful. God is very good to him, now the taste that has been settled, he can enjoy as much as he can.

“Yara...” call Bian, who is now sitting quietly under his feet.

There is no lawfulness.

“Sorry.” Bian likes his girl. He likes it when Ayu starts to get angry at him. However, he could not if his girl silenced him. This is really torturous.

“Aaaaaa” said as he thrust the remaining chocolate barley bread into Ayu's mouth. Ayu only glanced at a glance. It stays in the mode.

“Ayudia.” Collapse is already his defense, if Bian calls him with a first name as sweet as this, it means he really mean it.

“Aaaaaa” Ayu open mouth. Letting his tongue enjoy the new bread was tasted. As Ayu chews. Bian pinched his girl's nose.

Recollecting memories.

Bian laughed crisply, followed by Ayu who understood, why the friend who doubles as her husband laughed.

Mismatched couples?

Yes, they are very compatible, very harmonious.

Struggle and sacrifice, two words that cannot be separated.

You fight, it means you are ready to sacrifice. When you sacrifice, it's because of your struggle.

There is no struggle without sacrifice.

There is no sacrifice without struggle.

Two people who love each other choose to let go of each other. Although difficult, they are sure only by making him in love happy, even with others. It is enough to make the one who loves happy.

Love, makes you willing to sacrifice for him, willing to be happy for him, even if not with him.

Love is beautiful, love is soothing, love is happy.

Love will never hurt.

So ask yourself, do you feel what love really is? Or just a feeling that ‘confesses’ love, but keeps ‘misleading’.