The Love of the Former

DCSM chapter 39

Eating meatballs that initially felt bland slowly became delicious. Not only because of the addition of sambal and soy sauce, but with the badger that occurred between Mas Dian and Mas Eksan which caused laughter. Blows and jokes alternately they throw.

Until until before Maghrib, the three of us were at the Mbak Sumi stall. Do not ask how many bowls we eat until mumi let us linger there.

Two bowls of meatballs and one bowl of chicken noodles have gone into the stomachs of each of them both. Whether made of what their stomachs are like blooming like rubber.

"Aren't you added, Ar?"

I shook my head, which is true. This is my second bowl of meatballs, and it's still half left because my stomach is already feeling great.

"Awas later until the house thought the same meatballs and chicken noodles yes. It's gonna be over and closed if you want to."

"No, it's not over either."

"Yes already, we go home yuk. Already this maghrib, hehee we've been out for too long it turns out yes." Mas Dian scratched his non-itchy nape.

"While it's more delicious inside, huh Yan?" Mas Eksan chimed in Mas Dian's words with ambiguous sentences. It was unimaginable that a bump was lodged on his shoulder.

I immediately got out of my seat. If no one starts for sure we won't be going home for the umpteenth time.

With Mas Dian delivered, I returned home. Mas Eksan returned to the hotel.

"Don't think much!! release everything. Tomorrow morning, start the day with everything new. The world does not stop here. I'm sure you can do it."

Mas Dian's words before he restarts his bike. Leaving me who is still still glued in the yard.

Yesterday, exactly the day before the Imam's departure. Mas Pri called me, he said that night he was going back to the neighboring country.

The late night forced me to close my eyes. Not wanting to be late tomorrow morning I finally completely forgot the events of today and yesterday. I hope that tomorrow morning everything changes.

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"Morning." A message came into my phone.

A number I didn't know before, made me frown.

I just looked at it from the front screen without intending to open it. It feels so lazy and weird.

I took my foot down the road to the restaurant where I started today. I eagerly rounded up late and became a strong and tough Arsita.

Entering the restaurant area, there is a faint shadow of the Imam there. Smiling with a stern look. I shake my head and come back to reality. He's far away.

I can't deny all the shadows about him will be present overshadowing my day. After all, this place as well as the long day that had passed still left such a deep impression. But I assure you, all will not affect this self.

"Ar, it's coming."

"Yes, mom."

"You know Buna, right? if it's gonna be nine o'clock this morning." Ms. Sri approached me who had just entered and put the small bag that I always carry while working, in a room that was converted as an employee locker.

"Already, mom. I've also sent data, anything that hasn't been prepared last night." I pointed at the phone with a message from Mbak Buna.

Bu Sri nodded, after which we all drowned in work until the afternoon came back and it was time for me to step home.