There is No Need for Love

Willing to Meet

Widya approached Natalia who was engrossed in writing. As always, poetry. Natalia is good at poetry, her free time is only used to write poetry for poetry, until now as far as Widya knows, Natalia has a collection of thousands of poems that stack in her house. All Natalia's books must have poetry, it's up to the notebook, the dictionary, to the dictate. All must have kept the verse of poetry.

“ Hi.. “.

Natalia stopped her writing seeing Widya, Natalia slapped Widya's thigh slowly sitting next to her with many fluffy smiles.

“ From where Wid, library ?”.

Widya nods. “ I got a surprise there ?”.

Natalia's forehead wrinkled. “ Surprise ?”.

“ Yes, Surprise “.

“ Surprise what Wid ?”.

“ Surprise for you “.

Natalia was clearly quite surprised, what was the surprise for her even Widya who found her, in the library again, what the hell?, Natalia added astonished. Seeing the confusion on Natalia's face, Widya laughed, Natalia immediately punched Widya's nose and they both laughed.

“ Right, Conviction for you “.

Natalia laughs. “ Jokes “.

“ I'm serious “.

Natalia looked at Widya's face, nodding her head at Widya, it was a gesture of asking, the person who was astonished or confused as if asking, asking for an explanation.

“ Mahyadi Panggabean “.

Natalia laughed out loud. “ Mahyadi ?, crazy lo, Mahyadi what is it?”.

“ Yes, this has to do with the captain of PSMS Medan it“.

This time Natalia fell silent. Natalia's brain is spinning, where maybe Mahyadi Panggabean, why Mahyadi Panggabean, Natalia really surprised, but finally Natalia again laughed, yesterday she saw Mahyadi Panggabean playing football, why now it's a story Mahyadi Panggabean, but finally Natalia laugh again, Widya again, know what nerds this one about the world of national football, Widya as far as Natalia even talked about ball aja ngga’ ever, why now the story of Mahyadi Panggabean, it is strange.

“ Apaan Sih ?”.

“ There is a greeting for you “.

“ Who ?”.

Widya laughs quite strongly, Widya close her hand to Natalia to show the picture on her HP screen, which is there is a picture of a young man in the oversized clothes PSMS Medan.

“ She sends greetings to you “.

“ Only “.

Natalia laughed loudly, even to cover her mouth with both hands, only she remembered now, the young man named Haris, last night met while watching the ball at Gelora Bung Karno. Natalia did say that she's a child here majoring in Indonesian.

“ Dia .. It's the same you “.

“ Mean ?”.

Natalia's forehead is getting wrinkled, there are thousands of questions in her brain, Natalia feels there is something strange about Widya. What appears in Natalia is nothing more than a sense of confusion that is getting longer, especially after hearing Widya's answer is not clear the tip of the base.

“ That's it, that's it. That's what's ?”.

“ Yes.. so only “.

“ What does it mean ?”.

Widya showed her white teeth. Natalia still felt strange with Widya's smile that felt so foreign in her eyes. Natalia did not find Widya who had been known so far, Widya this is rather another.

“ Why ? “.

“ If Lia wants, tomorrow he waits for campus “.

“ Canteen campus ?”.

“ That if Lia wants “.

Natalia takes her eyes off Widya. Whether because of what Natalia actually took Widya's phone and looked back at the face of Haris, the young man who was so brave yesterday approached her, invited her to acquaintance, the same scream and the same frown when PSMS finally lost.

“ What time is it ?”.

“ Hours 16.00 WIB afternoon “.

“ 16.00 Afternoon. Long time ago very “.

“ After he works “.

“ What's work ?”.

“ If it's less know “.

In Widya's heart actually wanted to laugh out loud. Widya did not think her friend Lia was so impressed with the way Haris is quite rare. Widya continued to smile at Lia's slightly pouting face.

“ How to Li “.

“ What is ?”.

“ Want not’ tomorrow ?”.

Natalia looked at Widya who was looking at her face again, there was only one faint smile between them. Lia scratched her forehead, Widya sharpened her gaze, Lia smiled again and nodded her head. What the hell is wrong with meeting the young man, fellow PSMS Medan fans, or maybe fellow North Sumatran citizens, teach him if you meet him tomorrow.

“ How ?”.

“ Yes, I found “.

“ Okey.. excuse me “.

Widya smiled and immediately stood up, Natalia returned just a head bob and continued to look at Widya until she disappeared from her sight. Widya continued to smile at her own smile, Widya did not expect the plan that was arranged with Haris to succeed in the first stage, now only the second stage, third stage and so on.