The Unfinished Love

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Place until Ghea kicked her leg.

"Yes, I'm leaving first. You remember take care of health, baby," said Rangga after returning to hear the announcement of flight departure.

Back the two hugged as if reluctant to let go of each other and Khalilah just scratched his thick eyebrows that suddenly itched up while rolling his eyeballs.

Finally Ghea and Khalilah could only wave along Rangga who disappeared behind the automatic door that opened and closed itself.

Ghea embraced Khalilah's body and shed her sorrow on her friend.

"Prophe, he's going to Singapore for college not for marriage" Khalilah said, rubbing Ghea's back but getting a loud pat on her back.

Words are prayer, words,

Aishaoh !!."

"Aamiin Maemunah ...," Khalilah instead mengamini make Ghea take off his embrace and start preparing to pat Khalilah but Khalilah had already run away and the result they both so chasing how many platforms the airport as if the playing field both to be able to romp.

KHAY WATCH!!."

BUGS!!

Khalilah's body successfully hit a tall and stocky body while he was turning to make fun of Ghea.

A cup fell off and on the airport floor and hit the man's famous brand of sneaker.

"Astagfirullah," reflexively Khalilah said and looked towards the spill of coffee on the shiny floor.

The lift of his face now looks at the owner of the coffee and also the sneaker that coffee spill with a grimacing face feeling guilty. " Ma-af" said Khalilah while Ghea could only cover her mouth with her palms.

Khai then took out a pack of wet tissue that he always carried and squatted down and intended to clean the shoes but the owner of the shoe instead rewind his feet a few steps.

His gaze coldly stared at the Khalilah who looked up. Hazel's eyes were filled with anger.

"Sorry," repeated Khalilah once again apologizing for his negligence.

"Other times be careful. This public space is not a school yard that can make a chase," he said flat and cold with a heavy voice seemed haughty.

After saying that the man stepped back to pull his suitcase towards a luxury car that seemed to pick him up. .

Khalilah stood up while pursing her lips staring with a stare.

"That's why don't run, '" said Ghea." Fortunately he did not ask to change his coffee or even change his shoes," reprimanded the girl who was dressed in white gray as himself.

Upset Khalilah stepped in leaving Ghea who was still busy chattering about her negligence hitting people.

Khay!! Wait woy!!," cried Ghea who just realized already in the residence of his best friend.

"KHALLAH !! WAIT !!

Gibran stopped his movement who was about to get into his pickup car when he heard the name shouted by someone.

Gibran's reflexes turned toward the girl in gray white who was chasing after her friend who had hit her.

Khalilah, a name that became the occupant of every niche in his heart, every cell in his brain and every beat of his heart.

How is that beloved little girl?

Gibran took a deep breath. Actually he's upset. Coffee that has just been inserted once and is still hot it must spill badly again hit to the shoes and the thumb feels sore splashed hot coffee water. But hearing that name all the irritation came out bringing a longing smile.

What about Khalilah's face now? Will he still know me ?

The thought continued to disturb Gibran's mind until his pickup car left the airport area and began to blend in with the density of other vehicles.

Eight years later, Gibran set foot on the ground again. Forcibly entered boarding school in one of the male-only boarding schools which is one of the best boarding schools there makes Gibran's days filled with learning and learning and only weekends he can enjoy the Aussie city but that's rare because he prefers to spend his days in a room with his laptop exploring anything but adult sites that are blocked by the hostel so that students stay focused even if they're not sometimes still the delinquency becomes a unique story for the residents of the dormitory son.

Gibran stared at the view from the window. See how much change has happened. Jakarta was no longer the city he had left. Really even though the Aussie is a country that is so developed, but Indonesia is still beloved for a Gibran let alone the owner of his heart dwells in this beloved.

Once again a faint smile expanded on his lips. Nothing has changed from his home eight years ago. Although still maintained but the residents remain busy with their respective affairs.

Gibran got out of the car and found Bik Sumi's face standing on the terrace welcoming him making Gibran smile.

True, nothing has changed since the first bik Sumi who always welcomed him, not his mother or his father.

The woman who now looks older is hugging Gibran while he is crying.

"Oh Allah den Gibran has been this handsome," he said as he took off his arms and Gibran laughed.

Bik Sumi forgot right since childhood I've been handsome?," joked Gibran and got a nod from his moved face.

Auntie had prepared her favorite lunch den Gibran," said bik Sumi as they stepped inside the house.

"Later to eat, now go to the room first. Tired of wanting to rebound for a while later I finished praying the new dhuhur I eat yes, Bik Sumi," said Gibran while embracing the body of Bik Sumi.

Gibran lifted his suitcase up the stairs to the second floor where his room was located. The feeling of home burst out as he opened the door of his room.

Nothing changes everything stays clean and tidy and fragrant. Bed sheets and bed covers seem new in the same Bik Sumi.

Gibran closed the door and left his suitcase lying down because he was opening the curtains of his room and then stepped into his bed and sat on his lips while taking a small figura from his nightstand where there was a photo himself and his oma.

What's up, Oma, just like Oma....

Gibran hugged the photo in his chest for a while and put it back down. Duck off his sneaker and look back at the coffee stains that were spilled.

Khalilah, I have to meet you before I have to go back to Aussie and I don't know when I'll be back in Jakarta...