The Light of Love Salma

Meeting an Ex

Unplanned streets run with excitement, Tari and Salma enjoy the atmosphere of the mall that is so crowded today even though it is not Sunday.

Looking at the row of clothes and knickknacks women make both happy even though they do not buy anything but they remain happy after months in the pesantren and confined there.

"Salma!" a familiar voice for Salma sounded disturbing laughter that was echoing, a voice that had once been very longed for which in the end became a wound difficult to heal.

"Yuman," muttered Salma who was now silently staring without being able to look back at where Yuman was, yes the person who called Salma's name was Yuman.

"Not to be ignored! we better just go." Said Tari intending to step forward to leave Yuman still standing behind the two.

"Wait!" prevent Yuman makes Tari and Salma forced to stop his steps.

"What's wrong?" sarkas Tari looked back with his cynical gaze, while Salma was still faithfully silent and motionless.

"How are you Salma?" instead of answering Tari's question, Yuman throws Salma's question, hears Yuman ask him and does not answer Tari's question, Salma is forced to look back even though her heart is heavy.

"I am good," Salma replied briefly without seeing Yuman's face which was now fixedly staring at Salma.

The atmosphere was suddenly silent, no one spoke all silently with their minds until Yuman opened his voice.

"I heard that your mother is gone, is that true?" yuman asked with a gaze still fixed towards Salma, while Tari continued to put a dislike face towards Yuman.

"Yes, the news is true" answered Salma.

"I'm sorry for what happened to your mother" Yuman said with a sad expression on his face.

"Here you go, do not put on a sad face that makes good people always fooled by it," interrupted Tari, honestly as a friend who has been considered a brother, but also a friend, Dance still feels very hurt over what ever happened.

"I'm sorry if what I've done ever hurt your heart and I'm sorry if it still feels" Yuman said after hearing a scathing Dance speech.

"Let it pass, I don't want to talk about it anymore, if no one wants to talk about it anymore, I'm sorry." Pamit Salma took Tari's hand to go look for another place and left Yuman who was still faithfully standing like a statue.

"Wait Salma!" Yuman again prevented Salma's step that had just stepped two steps from where he was standing earlier.

Hearing Yuman call back to him made Salma again stop his steps, but this time Salma did not turn his head or sound, Salma did not, yuman, who saw Salma, stopped walking closer to Salma to hear what she wanted to say.

"Have you really forgotten me completely? isn't there even a little taste left for me in your heart?" the question that makes Salma annoyed and Tari annoyed, because Yuman used to have an affair and left Salma, but now he even asked about Salma's feelings to him, because he had cheated on her, what happened between the two was over a year ago.

"I'm sorry, my heart is not a hotel you can go to or stay as you please, for me I'm hurt enough and I'll never let my heart hurt again because of the same things and people," salma said with a faint tone that sounded heartbreaking to anyone who heard and felt it, while Tari smiled satisfied to see the expression of Yuman's face that looked not okay.

Salma immediately walked away holding Tari's hand leaving Yuman who was now silently staring after hearing the spicy words from Salma, as long as Yuman knew Salma, this is the first time Salma said so spicy to Yuman.

"Tari, we just move places." Pinta Salma, at this time he felt so lazy to continue the streets in the mall.

"Where else are we going Salma?" tanya Dari who was confused to hear Salma's request.

"How about we go to the stalls we usually hang out?" salma Proposal.

In the past Salma and Tari also often spent their free time in a stall owned by their neighbors, coincidentally the stall was close to their yard sale.

"You really, all of us look at our old stalls." Answer Dance with a big smile.

The two stepped away with wide steps full of happiness towards the stall where they used to joke together to eliminate fatigue after selling.

"Assalamualaikum, Buk Pastri!" the thunderous voice of Tari was heard again after a long time disappeared.

"Waalaikum salam," said Bu Lastri who felt familiar with the voice that had just been heard, he immediately walked out to meet the owner of the voice and ascertained whether he was indeed the person he thought he was.

"God willing, Dance, Salma, come in!" editah Bu Lastri while opening a wide sign that is a barrier between the space where customers eat with a special room Bu Lastri cook and take a break before serving food to customers.

"When not to meet, where have you been?" ask Miss Lastri.

"We're in a sacred prison purifying ourselves and our dirty hearts to get clean again" an answer that might not be understood by the innocent Miss Lastri.

"Jail? you guys do criminal things, or you use illegal things to go to jail?" the successful question made the laughter of Dance and Salma dwngar.

"Well, why are you laughing? bu Lastri was asked seriously," said Bu Lastri who now looks confused by the attitude of the two.

"Holy prison is just the term Bu, so far we are looking for knowledge in the boarding schools Ummi and Abah, santri there in the hope that it could be a much better human being than before.

"What's? so santri?" spontaneously Bu Lastri with a surprised expression that was clearly visible on his face, while Dari and Salma just nodded their heads assuring Bu Lastri.

"Astaghfirullah, I just realized the appearance of Dance changed, it's appropriate that now you wear clothes that are covered like most santri," continued Bu Lastri.

"How's our new look, ma'am?" tanya Tari while standing in front of Bu Lastri shows the style of clothes in the current Dance.

"It's so pretty, I love to see it" Miss Lastri replied with a fluffy smile.

The two looked so happy to be at Bu Lastri's shop, joking and talking together to spend the rest of their time before finally returning to the boarding house.