The Destiny of Love HanAra

Old friend

In the dining room, Ara and her family are seen gathering. Everyone was busy enjoying breakfast.

"Abang ..." said Ara disela kunyahannya.

"Hemm" said Samsul without turning his head. The man was busy stuffing food into his mouth.

"Can I go?" ask Ara.

Samsul turned his head, looking at the younger brother. "Where are you going?" tanyakanya.

"To a friend's house. I also had permission for my mother ...." Ara explained it first. Before her brother told her to go to his mother - asking for permission - without telling her first, either her brother allowed it or not. So Ara has to go back and forth.

"Which friend do you mean?" ask Samsul.

"Siska, Bang. My friend who often visits here-the curly-haired," explained Ara.

Samsul remembered for a moment. Then nod in understanding. Yes, the friend that Ara meant did come to the house several times. The bereaved girl-Samsul called it keribo instead of curly-often invited Ara to study groups. Samsul also knew the address of the girl.

"Today there is business. So it can't take you," said Samsul.

"It's okay, Bang. Ara's on an online motorcycle, just."

"Accept ...." Finally Samsul allowed.

"Thank you, Bang," said Ara, delighted. He resumed his eating.

After breakfast, everyone returns to their activities. Her mother and sister-in-law were in the subukan with the care of the Angga-sons of Samsul and Sania-the first grandchildren in the family. Samsul was preparing to leave.

Meanwhile, in his room. Ara was seen removing some dres from the closet. It seemed like the girl was in a dilemma with two choices. Both hands were holding different clothes. One was a plain dres along the knee, Army green. While the other, a tunic style Korean style, which has a distinctive collar on the neck.

Both are Ara's favorite outfits. He was confused which one to wear. He looked in the mirror, trying both clothes without wearing them.

Tok to tok.

Sania knocked on the door of her sister-in-law's room while calling out the girl's name.

"Nature ...."

"Yes, brother, just come in. The door is unlocked" said Ara. The girl put both of her clothes on the bed.

Sania turned the doorknob, until it finally opened. Then push the door and go inside. He approached his sister-in-law.

"What's up, brother?" ara asked when the two of them were already facing off.

"You, right, want to go out .. Can you take something?" Sania.

Ara nodded. "Sure," he said.

"What's Sania want to leave?"

Sania smile. She is happy to have a sister like Ara who already thinks of her as her own.

"Please buy a sanitary pad at the minimarket .. supplies at home are running out" he said.

"But I may be home in the afternoon, brother."

"It's okay.it's for tomorrow, if today is still enough," explained Sania.

"Oh, okay ...."

"Oh yeah, here's the money. Just buy five boxes." Sania is handing out a few hundred thousand bills.

"It's too much, brother," Ara said as she received the money. Yes, five hundred thousand is too much money if you only buy five boxes of pads. While the price of one box is only around twenty-five thousand.

"Let ... the rest be for your pocket money" Sania said.

"Thank you, sister," said Ara, smiling.

"Sama-sama," Reply Sania.

"Oh yes, Brother. According to Brother, which one should I wear?" ask Ara. The girl took two choices of clothes to wear.

"This one ...." Ara raised her right hand, which was holding the army's green dres. "Or this ..," he added, raising his other hand, which was holding a tunic.

"Enmmm ...." Sania looks cradled.

"If according to Brother, it's good this one." He pointed at the tunic in his left hand.

"Oh yes, then I use this one only," said Ara, agreeing to the advice of her brother.

"Then ... Brother out, yes. Want to nemenin Zidan," said Sania.

"Yes, Brother," replied Ara.

Sania stepped out of her sister-in-law's room. After the door was closed again, Ara began to take off her clothes, then replaced them with clothes that had been chosen by Sania.

Fifteen minutes have passed. Ara out of the room. She looks beautiful in her army green dress. Yes, it turns out that the girl was wearing the other one. Initially Ara did intend to wear clothes suggested by her brother. However, after trying on the shirt, he changed his mind.

Actually, this is not the first time this has happened. But it has been repeatedly. Yeah, Ara is that ordinary. The girl often asks others for their opinions, but at the end of the day the opinions of others are not used but rather use her own opinions.

After saying goodbye to her mother and sister, Ara immediately left the house, meeting the driver of the online motorcycle taxi who had been waiting for her outside.

"Let's go sir, walk" he said after sitting in the back seat.

"Yes, Neng" said the driver. He began to drive his motorcycle, to the location already listed in the application.

Thirty minutes have passed. Now Ara has arrived at the Siska residence. For the first time he set foot in his old friend's house.

After descending Ara removed the helmet that protected her head while driving. Then give it to the driver of the online motorcycle taxi he rented.

"This is sir, the money" said Ara while offering a piece of money in the fraction of one hundred thousand.

"Take it back, sir," he added.

"Yes, Neng. Thank you." Thank you." The middle-aged man smiled. Then leave.

Ara's arrival was welcomed by Siska, her best friend who had been friends with her since elementary school. They rarely meet now. Because it is blocked by distance and time.

When they were both young, they lived in the same neighborhood. However, when they were Junior High, Siska and her family moved home. And now here he lives, in a pretty solid housing.

"Ara ...," cried Siska

"Hi, Siska ..." says Ara.

They both look so happy to see each other again. They hugged each other.

"Come, come in," Siska asked after taking off her embrace.

"Yes." Yeah."

The two walked together, into the house. Siska invited Ara to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"What do you want to drink, Ra?" ask Siska.

"Don't bother, Siska."

"Absolutely not troublesome, Ra," Siska argued.

"Wait a minute, yeah."

Siska went to the back, intending to make a drink for her friend. While Ara was still sitting in the living room.

While waiting, Ara faintly heard the voice of a stranger in her ears. He looked back, revealing the curtains that blocked his view. Behind the window he could see two men talking. Ara smiled, watching one of the men there. The man who is currently wearing a soccer jersey suit.

Ara held onto her chest, she could feel her heartbeat racing faster.

What's wrong with me? why would my heart always be like this if it saw her, Inner Ara wondered.

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