The Fading Love

Past times

"where are we going, Sha?" the teenager with short hair did not also go to answer the questions of his best friend, he continued to forcefully pull the hand of the friend, while the teenage girl with long hair in the upper half can only resign.

"Sha, why come here anyway, we are only first class, this is special for the third class" young Inayah who was then fifteen years old tried to release the clutches of Khansa's hands, but she was still trying to get rid of her, but not that easy, Khansa kept Inayah from standing next to her.

"we wash our eyes, Aya. tuh see" Khansa paused her sentence, she pointed at the students and students in the clothes of the campus Alma mater who was promoting their campus.

"they were very handsome, what else held my mik, argghh his smile was loh... Make women's hearts melt" Inayah shook her head to see the behavior of her best friend.

"There is a less obvious, do not hesitate to ask" the heavy voice of the tall man who so admired Kansa managed to make Inayah's attention distracted.

"Sha" call Inayah

"why?"

"who holds my mik what's his name?"

"Zidan Fadillah Narendra" Kansa said, without shifting his focus at all. Inayah who had refused hard when Kansa took her to the Hall, even hypnotized with the charismatic Student with a cold gaze named Zidan.

Inayah quickly threw her face towards the side as her gaze collided with Zidan.

"so sweet smile" muttered Inayah who was realized by Khansa. Khansa looked at Inayah.

"so don't want to be invited to the Hall, now don't want to stop glancing at ka Zidan" Khansa rolled her eyes lazily, while Inayah just smiled.

....

"excuse me" Inayah slightly turned her head, now her heart was pounding incoherently, the book in the hand that Inayah was holding almost came off.

"i-iya ka, what's wrong?" it was obvious the nervousness of that cute-eyed young girl. Instead of answering, young Zidan stuck out his hand.

"introduce, I'm Zidan, Zidan Fadillah Narendra" Inayah desperately held back that the man in front of her was unaware of her nervousness, hopefully. He also extended his hand.

"i'm Inayah ka, I'm a tenth grader" Zidan nodded softly, occasionally staring around.

"there's aka ya? can I help you?" Zidan pulled a chair in front of Inayah for her to sit in.

"this, I want to ask you a few things about this school, okay?"

"yes, please ask, I will help you answer as much as I can" flowed the second chat, the chat that will lead to a long relationship and end with marriage, where they both know, where they both know, if fate brought them together in this way.

The bell that reads makes Inayah rush to stand up, he tidied his books into a tote bag that he brought.

"ka, I went in first" without waiting for an answer from Zidan, Inayah just breezed, Inayah was an exemplary and clever student, he said, he was very afraid to make mistakes and disappoint his parents who were in his hometown. Just a few steps, Inayah's wrists are choked. Zidan feels guilty for just holding it.

"sorry, I don't mean to hold you" Zidan said. Both seem wrong.

"that, may ask for your phone number, let me if there is a question that is not difficult to ask who" Inayah who hastily just snatched Zidan's phone, Inayah type her mobile number there, Inayah gave me the phone again.

"sorry ka, I was in a hurry, if there was a need to just chat" Inayah had run to her class, until she forgot to bring one of her books. Zidan smiled with satisfaction after getting Inayah's number, his gaze diverted to the light blue-covered book on the table.

"what is his" suddenly came the idea in the mind of zidan, without a second thought, zidan put the book in his bag, this book will be the cause of the next meeting with thisayah, he said, the beautiful girl who was the thief of his attention at first sight.

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Inayah POVs

"mama" heard Aska's vague cry along with her small footsteps on the steps of the stairs. Aska is a habit, likes to run on the stairs.

"Aska why I like running so much, son, if his legs slip is a sick Aska kid" I think it's Aska, because I don't look back, just hear the sound of feet slowly approaching, I think it's Aska, but then the heavy hand coiled around my waist that was busy with dishes, was not Aska but Zidan.

"Zidan" Zidan piled his head on my shoulders.

"Hem, it's me not Aska"

"after Zi, later Aska see, it's not nice to see your own child's rich embrace gini" I felt Zidan's arm on my shoulder.

"Zidan, let's go, baby"

"don't want, let Aska See, let our children know if his father dear mama, dear in fact, lost need... Aska also must know, rich how difficult Papa pursue love mamahnya first" I elbow Zidan upset stomach.

"don't you freak Zi, your son is a child, he knows rich things like that, don't pollute my son's brain with things like that" Zidan laughed softly, instead of letting go of his embrace, zidan even further tightened his hands on my waist.

"ma-mah" I quickly removed zidan's hand from my waist, I don't care about my hands full of dishwashing foam.

"yes son, why dear" Aska glanced at her papa timidly, there must be something my son wanted to say, but seeing that the papa was there he did not dare. Zidan seemed to understand what Aska was feeling, must be! it was he who made my son look like he saw a demon every time he met him. Zidan equated his height with Aska, reaching for Aska's hand to hold.

"Aska is afraid of papah son" Aska was silent, he was like asking me for help with that look.

"Aska" though afraid Aska would look at Zidan.

"Aska was afraid of papah" the hand that was still foaming I rinse first and humbled myself in front of Aska, Zidan turned to me for a moment.

"Aska what do you want, hem?" Aska shook her head, she was still terrified despite Zidan's almost one week of trying to get closer to her.

Aska let go of herself and ran again somewhere. I breathed heavily, whether up to when Aska kept the sense of atrauma on his own papa, this is why I was always angry when Zidan was rude in front of Aska, or worse yelled at Aska. It was a trauma for my son and it would be difficult to heal that trauma. Although in the end Aska will start to get close again and take advantage of the papah, but the memory of the papah will always be stored neatly in his head.

"Aska still needs time, Zi"