The Girl Who Missed Love

Chapter 2's

YINGCHKG... My clock is ringing. Make me wake up from my night's sleep.

I JUST WOKE UP from my deep sleep, the next morning I felt dizzy and not feeling well. Because I stayed up late with my friend Richard. I was told to drink alcohol several times sips aka a few glasses of alcohol from liquor bottles with minimum capacity standards. No less no more. Its capacity does not exceed the level of human strength in the ordinary. Suddenly my mother told me to get up soon because there would be a guest coming soon.

"Who is the guest's mother?" I went to my mother with a half-naked body.

"There's a friend of mother's. He's from Jakarta city. You wake up, take a shower and get acquainted with om and aunt later." My mother's orders to me.

"They are from Jakarta, bela-belain came to Surabaya just to meet the mother and mother's family. She was a friend of my mother's at school. She used to live in Surabaya because her husband was a bandung so now she lives in bandung with her family." Anisa's mother explained to me.

"What's!? Oh ****. No, you can't tell me that because soon I have a soccer game with my friend on the field at 8:00 wib.

Okay, I have to take a shower and see my mom, have breakfast and go to the football field. I'm gonna tell my mom that I can't meet om and aunt like what mom told me.

Mom was still in the kitchen when I got ready to take a shower. I draped my body with a sky blue towel.

"Arka, you quickly take a shower to hunt me down to take a shower. Soon his guests will come." my mother told me. Oh god, why can it be so when I do not want to hurry to take a shower, I still want to relax in the pool while waiting for the sunrise that morning heart.

"Rush! where did the kid go?" ANISA is busy taking care of food and drinks. He was also confused to find the only child who just disappeared from the kitchen.

Juarrr..!! The sound of splashing water spilled due to the Ark that bathed and jumped just like that on the pool.

"Geez Arka, you're the bath there anyway, ashamed there are guests again! The pool's already cleaned up!" my mother advised me who did not know manners.

I can say spoiled child at home. Anything I'll love as long as she can love. One day I asked at the turn of a mini bike when the account was still small and could not drive the bike well but mother bought me sincerely, sincerely, that's why I immediately studied and as a result I went up to class and graduated in the first rank. I'm a diligent child who likes to go to school and do afternoon work at school.

"Arka, quickly move from that place I don't want to tell the maid again to clean the pool!" my mother told me. I remember a time when I was a kid, a time when I was seven years old. My mother forbade me to take a bath in the pool. But I kept taking a shower and didn't heed my mother. He immediately punished me by locking the bathroom door from the outside. I was naughty and unruly.

At 8.10 minutes the guest came and I was ready for the way to the football field. Two middle-aged people like my father and mother.

I was about to shake hands with my mother but my steps stopped. "Arka, come here, son. These are aunt Mirna and Om Farhan. You shake them." My mom told me to shake hands.

"For aunt."

"For Arka's." My aunt's greeting to me.

"Where are you going..?" the aunt said hello to me.

"You go to the aunt's field. Auntie wanna come?"

"Duh, innocent son funny. You still in school, son..?"

"Yes aunt. I want to graduate. God willing, Arka will go to college in Bandung."

"Are you so..?" ask my mother that aunt. Lady Anisa.

"It's not necessarily Mirna, it's just Arka's desire. It's better to go in. It's not good to stand here all the time." continued my mother.

I became suspicious of my mother and father. Actually what is it, why they are serious enough to entertain guests om and aunt, even though I still do not know them. I then leave to the school field to play football.

"I said goodbye to you, Dad."

"Here be careful Arka!" my father told me.

I didn't complain or say anything. But in the middle of the road, my mother called me, she said, "Arka said you want to see Aunt Mirna and Om Farhan. How not to be anyway..?"

"No mother, sorry Arka has been presumptuous. Arka there's a show with friends Arka playing football." Answer me on the phone.

"But I hope you come home soon. You should come to lunch with us after ten o'clock okay!"

"Yes Mother!" my answer.

I think I should let my friend Richard know that I have an event at home. After ten minutes I arrived at school. I met Richard and the guys.

"Why is it late?" Richard asked me.

"Sorry, I have a guest. I have to go home early. I told mom to come home quick."

"What's up..?" Richard asked me seriously.

"There's a guest at home." I replied.

"It's important that you go home. The guest was president."

"Yes that's not it. We have the science of respecting and respecting the attitude of others to us, respecting our guests. In Pancasila, please go to four. Don't you remember..?"

"Yes I remember, but we have a show!?"

"My way is more important than your show. I'm sorry, I don't want to disappoint my mother and my father!" I said to Richard. I regret having said that in front of my friends who joined as a team in professional football at school. There, Mr. Jamil is always a coach and football coach.

Pritts.. The whistle has sounded. My friends and I started playing.

"God protect me from the dangers of this place." I said it in my heart and kissed the necklace I was wearing.

"She keeps kicking, dribble again!" Prits! The sound of the whistle was quite reminiscent of the events of one year ago. In Surabaya, in my school.

...Djakarta...

...2019...

Flashbacks

...Surabayan...

...2018...

I FINALLY CAME HOME after ten. My body is sweating and I still want to take a shower before I go home. My activities are complicated, unlike ordinary men. I still have to do this for my own needs. You have to take a shower, make-up, jog, gymnastics, football, futsall, karate and so on. Sometimes I have to play and relax.

And so forth.

That's my daily activities, pretty solid and healthy. Are you like that. I hope it is like that but I'm quite worried that you can't do it.

Hi, I am ARKANA BANASPATI who will accompany you on these happy days. Why is that, because I have something for you. Tara's...

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It is a gift for those of you who love flowers. Or, or,

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a gift of heart for those of you who love the image of the heart. Or it could be, too,

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coffee gift for those of you who like to coffee. I prefer cheerful emoticons..,

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I like to laugh at myself when I hear or see funny sights. Sorry you're not the same as me. At home sometimes I play games myself, sometimes with my friend Richard or with my father. Same with my mom who is good at cooking. Sometimes I help her in the kitchen. Sometimes the cuisine is made charred, half-cooked, crisp and so on. that's me who has fun with the culture that I get the house.

Sometimes I like to be alone in front of the pool when I feel tired, bored, upset, lonely and so on. with the season of songs from my favorite Android phone.

After returning from the school field, in the middle of the road I saw the car was black exactly like the car owned by aunt Mirna and Om Farhan. I saw it more clearly but the car had gone out of my sight.

TARA! I've reached my house. Mommy, I'm cleaning in the kitchen. "Where's mom, where's the guest. Already home..!?" ask my mom after I come.

"Yes, they're home. They came home early for fear of missing the flight." my mother explained to me.

"But it's ten o'clock past fifteen minutes. I can still book the plane at three o'clock." I'll go to Mom. I was not disappointed and disappointed in the guest.

"So Om Farhan and Aunt Mirna send greetings to your mother, he said sorry can not be on time. Apologize for disappointing you. But it's fine. Sometimes we can go to their house with your father while boarding a plane." my mother explained to me.

I then went to fetch the plate while taking the rice for me to eat. I don't need to take a shower because I've been in the school bathroom. I still wear my sport yellow jacket that I got from school.

Mother still picked up the remains of the plate on the dining table. I watched my mother's behavior a little bit that morning. In my heart I am still disappointed in Aunt Mirna and Om Farhan.

"Where is their house in Jakarta, Mom?" manyu continue. I'm sitting at the kitchen table, something you don't like the most.

"In tangerang rather." Answer mother. "Later to explain again to you the details of the house.you can use the map really on google.

"Yes." I replied.

I continued eating while switching my eyes. My father came from outside. "Arka, you've come home. Hurry up, isn't there a game at school right now like you told me?" Congratulations to my father for eating.

"Em, yeah yeah. I came home early. Mother told me to make a quick return home from school, she said she wanted to eat with guests, uh even her guests who went home first. Ngeselin. Is it really yah?" I said to dad.

I was really upset with both guests. He came home early in the morning too. "Already Arka, the important thing is they have been willing to take the time to stop by the mother's house. After all, they are far away, Jakarta is that."

"But they can stay here, Mom. Is it yeah?"

"Yes is right. But earlier Mas Farhan did not want to stay here for long because they had a sudden interest he said. They have to go home quickly and get on a plane to Jakarta." explained my father to me.

"Yes. But why could it be so. Not that they have agreed to eat with us here. Next time if it is like that the story mending do not need me to eat with them.why also maxain Arka to eat together but so not? Ngeselin is so!"

"Patiently. You're the right one not to eat it while talking. It's your favorite opor chicken. You took it..?"

"It's mom."

"Yes already, quickly eat after that you take a shower."

"Already mom, Arka had taken a shower earlier in school. Arka's going to the room after this. Play a football game!"

"It's up to you, the important thing is that you get home. Oh yes, Wulan came here earlier, he said he wanted to borrow a book for you" my mother told me.

WULAN, maybe you don't know who Wulan is. She was my neighbor's woman whose home was not far from me. He loves to read books and write many titles. Ok, that's a little about Wulan. The rest you ask him.

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