THE HEART IS BROKEN

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I haven't seen Rama in two weeks. If judging from the length of time he went tabligh akbar, he should have returned, but earlier when Zuhur prayer hours I did not see it. Yes it may have ended my love hunt. Maybe I'd better let go of this feeling. I no longer wait in front of the terrace.

I pack my laptop, I swing my steps to the room, I don't know how I can feel disappointed, sad I can't express this feeling I feel. Just because I haven't seen him in days. Might miss, maybe, maybe, maybe.. Ah.. I could only sigh deeply at all the possibilities that were running through my mind.

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Magrib had passed, I was startled by the sound of Aira's incessant cry calling out and knocking on my room door.

Tok. tok. tok (door knocked).

"Yeah.. Brother Arlaaaa... Kaak.. Brother Arla," cried Aira from outside the room.

Disturbed, very disturbed. I want to immerse this Aira into the ground. But whatever the power, my dear has poured out on that little girl in the suit. I was angry and opened my room door. His innocence smiled as my door opened.

"What? For a second, you can't bother your sister, can you?" My assertion is him.

"Sister, the Maghrib sleeps instead of praying", he said spoiled.

"Follow", I answered briefly.

"Ohh.. I told her to eat that, "Aira continued as she passed into the dining room.

Coincidentally a worm in my stomach asked to be blessed. I followed Aira's steps to the dining room.

"Oh my God, the girl of this hour just woke up, had not yet taken a shower directly sitting at the dinner table, still the face of the pillow, the lights scattered everywhere", Repet mother when looking at me.

"Oh my goodness, relax. What matters is that the foundation is solid. So wherever you want beautiful," I said while taking a plate and scooping rice.

"Yes.. Tear her beautiful sister is beautiful. If it's dirty, anyone wants it" chirped Aira.

I do not comment on anything I enjoy the dishes in front of me. My grandmother smiled at my behavior.

In the middle of enjoying dinner, someone called from outside. The voice of a man, I don't know who.

"Assynolajet.. Excuse um.. Mr. Ardi," cried the man.

We who were at the dinner table just looked at each other and coded each other so that someone would get up and open the door. Mom's eyes were straight at me. I'm just shaking. But mother's bulging eyes forced me to get up and shuffle towards the living room door.

"Wa'alaikumsalam", Sahutku while opening the door.

It would be a shock not to think I saw the man who was visiting and disturbing my dinner. I was stunned to see him.

"Mba, his father is there", he asked me to break my daydream.

"Eh Rama's.. Papa doesn't exist. Get out of town, what's up", I replied.

"Oh, this is going to hand over the invitation to the meeting, the day after there is a meeting in Musholla related to the construction of ablution," Rama explained to me.

My eyes are not out of his face. I looked at every inch of his face while commenting to myself in my mind, his eyebrows were thick as well huh, his eyes were clear.

"Mba. can you convey the invitation to Mr. Ardi," he repeated.

"Oh can" I replied.

"In a moment," call me to stop his steps.

"Yes Mba,"

"May I ask you something?" throw my mouth.

"Tafadhol" he answered

"I mean," I asked not to understand what he said.

He smiled, "Please".

"It's not wrong that I like you" the words came without me planning ahead.

Rama was silent for a while, once in a while he looked at me. He smiled, a smile that made my heart beat as if it was almost dislodged. I was silent as I bit my lip, waiting for her reaction.

"Its not wrong, it's the right of every human being, to be liked and to like" he replied.

I was still silent, just nodding.

"There's more to ask? If there is no I say goodbye, because I want to enter Isya time," continued Rama.

"Nothing, yes please", I answered briefly.

"Assalamualaikum" he said and passed.

"Wa'alaikumsalam", I replied as I closed the door.

I'm surprised I didn't flutter, when the door was closed. The two children were eavesdropping on our conversation.

"Hmmm..It's wrong if I like you" said mother to Aira.

"It's not wrong, it's just that you're aggressive" Aira replied.

I still stand looking at the behavior of two children who demonstrated my way earlier.

"Ciee.. Mother's son is good at love. Very desperate you La, immediately say," mother guyon.

"If mom used to be with your dad, a hot sell-off. Not to say, prestige dong" continued mother.

"Sir Arla is Ma'am, not a cool girl", said Aira as she slipped on my hand.

"What siih... It's an invitation for Papa, '" I sniffed and passed.

"Cieee, someone's embarrassed... But the answer is still that," cried Mother.

I put my body in the bed, thinking, why am I this close? Aggressive, Aira's speech is correct. But if I don't tell you, I'll never know the answer. It's not important that it's gone. Airin has to know what happened, I didn't hang out with the kids for a long time. Tomorrow I have to go to college, to share a story with that kid.

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