This Story is called Love

Chapter 18 Trying to Fix

If he had spent the morning until late afternoon in the office of the father, now the dimpled girl was parking her motorbike in the yard of the house. She faintly heard someone's footsteps from inside her house, and after knowing who the owner of the move was. A faint smile was given.

“Assalamualaikum Anit, just got home ? How to do Saturday ?” Anita is bombarded with questions by Irtiza who just came out of her house.

“Iya Ca. Waalaikumussalam´s chat. There is some work to be done earlier. Yesterday I got permission to go home. My work is not finished.” Qanita explained as she walked towards Irtiza who was in the house.

Qanita who was getting closer to Irtiza made it clearer to see the eyes of the Qanita, but he did not talk about it. He simply responded to Qanita's explanation with a nod of his head as if understanding, though otherwise.

“You're looking for me ? How come home not to say.” Qanita asked who was sitting down and taking off her footwear.

“I think you're home, it's Saturday. I did something for Aunt Maya from the same mama for you also from me.” Replied Irtiza who was still standing and was staring at Qanita.

“Yes your sister didn't tell you I was working ? Last morning she saw I was going to the office.”

Hearing Qanita speak as if nothing had happened made the girl quite surprised. “No, sister didn't say anything earlier.” Walk towards the chair beside Qanita. “Anit, you are angry yes same sister ?” Irtiza asked with a sad face.

Qanita just made a big smile with the question Irtiza, “Udah well Ca, do not discuss it again. I went inside first well, want to clean sticky on my body.” Get out of the seat with a smile that is still expanding. “Come in.” Take Qanita to Irtiza.

“It already wants Magrib, tomorrow-tomorrow I'm here. Insha Allah.” He stood up from his seat. “I'm welcome, Assalamualaikum.”

“Iya, Waalaikumussalam.” Qanita answered and immediately entered her house.

Irtiza walked further away from Qanita's house, opened the gate and turned her body and saw the porch of Qanita's house. “Sorry Anit, forgive my brother. It has made you feel pain like this, I myself can not imagine it.” He mumbled and rushed towards the house.

***

“Assalamaicum. Bu Anit go home.” Walk towards the central space connected with the kitchen.

“Waalaikumussalam.” Answer Maya who was standing in the kitchen while stirring vegetables in a pot. “So you met Irtiza in front of dear ?” Ask back.

“Iya ma'am, we also talked for a while. Last said nganterin something ?”

“Yes, stay on the table. He said the cake was for you. He made it this morning he said.” Obviously Maya.

“Hmm, know she's bu.” Said Qanita who glanced at the table. “Says there for mom too, what ?” Ask Qanita.

“Iyaa from aunt Diana, used to wear such clothes. Do you know the mother of the same aunt Diana often wear clothes of the same color.” Maya.

Maya now walks towards her second daughter and sits in a chair beside Qanita. While holding his daughter's hands “Honey, are you angry and hateful with the Om Saad family ?” Staring at Qanita with affection.

Now Qanita's eyes are glazed, but she tries to hold the clear liquid. “Kan mom once said to Anit, make not to stretch let alone break the rope silaturrahmi. Disappointed, Anit is definitely ma'am but Insya Allah may not be able to break the rope silaturrahmi us ma'am, let alone father has already named the same sahabatan Om Saad.”

Maya just smiles at the expression of her daughter, “Thank you dear.” Say it sincerely.

The tall figure of the back garden is walking towards two other women of that generation. Behind him was followed by a man who was shorter than him.

“Which father is brother ?” Ask Fateeh.

“Kayaknya still in the office deh, earlier brother saw his car is still parked anyway. Or maybe the farm.” Qanita answered her sister's question.

“Ihhhh, I think it's good nih.” Nazeen said, while his hands were trying to reach what was meant.

Before successfully grabbing his hand patted by Qanita “Nggak can, this is specifically for the sister of Irtiza.”

“Pelit very much.” Ketus Nazeen undoes his intentions. A second later he snorted “kok smelly asem well ? I took a shower earlier, brother too, let alone mother.” His gaze now turned to Qanita.

While Qanita smelled her scent “aku emang not shower anyway, but still fragrant kok.”

Qanita was busy watching and kissing her body, her attention was diverted from the plate in her hand and made Nazeen take a piece of cake from the plate.

“Yes! Dapaat.” He shouted and immediately put it in his mouth.

“Ihhh ngeselin really you deeeek.” Qanita screamed because she realized she was just being bullied by her youngest sister.

“Who says stingy.” Nazeen said, who is still focused on chewing.

Maya and Fateeh just smiled at the behavior of the two people.

“Already, already, mending you clean first Anit.” Pinta Maya while taking a plate containing cake from Qanita's hand and pushing the small body of her daughter.

“But this ntar diabisin dia bu.” Qanita said softly while pointing at Nazeen.

“No, this will be given to you.” Bela Maya's.

“Ku abasin.” Nazeen said he was warming up his brother's manation.

“Awas aja.” Ketus Qanita while walking towards the room.

“lagian right if abis can be made again.” Timpal Nazeen is guiltless.

“Not a problem for him baby, this was delivered for your brother. You also ate it.” Obviously Maya.

“Hehehehe.” Nazeen Grinning Horse.

“Besok I made Zeen.” Timpal Fateeh's.

“Truly bang ?” Nazeen asked excitedly.

“Besok-tomorrow but. Hahahaha.” Fateeh.

Nazeen gets even more upset while Maya just smiles at her two sons.

***

Arsen who has had an appointment with Royyan is now waiting at one of the seats in their cafe subscription. shortly wait for Arsen's shoulder to be patted by someone.

“Assalamaicum. Sapa Zacky's. “Udah long ago today ?”

“Eh Zac, Waalaikumussalam. That's pretty. Not yet covered my ass.” Say Arsen casually.

Zacky just smiled small and shook his head “not changing this child. Not yet ?” Zacky asked back.

“Not yet. Wait for that one man first.” Replied Arsen while watching his HP.

“Ya udah.” Zacky.

Shortly after Arsen and Zacky's brief chat ended, from the direction of the entrance was seen a man who was pointing to their seat and the longer the clearer.

With a typical smile Royyan “Assalamualaikum, sorry for long. Abis takes care of brat at home?” He said without sin.

“Waalaikumusslam.” Answer Arsen and Zacky simultaneously.

“So you said what Yan ? Bini's son ? You mean your mama plants, right ? Tanya Arsen.

“Please tell me to take care of my mama's plants. Which there is peg kusinkirin tuh plants.” He said while shuddering to imagine the number of plants in the front and back of his house.

“Hmmm, here's one more person. You believe he's the idol Zac.” Arsen said with a glitter.

“Hahahaha.” Royyan and Zacky laughed offingly as they looked at Arsen's expression.

“Pesen gih.” Tawar Arsen's.

Zackypun was calling his sister-in-law's cafe waitress, and ordered some menus for the three of them.

“You why hang out gini. Want to give an invitation ? Ask Royyan.

“What's up ? Khitbah is not Yan.” Arsen answered and exhaled violently.

“Behold, this is an invitation what the hell, trus who does not preach who ?” Ask Zacky again innocently.

Royyan just grunted angrily “This noh, if yesterday did not know you made us hang out three, so it must clear me this. So gini ya Zac, this guy ahead of you, this Arsen. Alhamdulillah already love me Qanita, and last night he said he wanted to preach. Well until that's all I know, the rest I don't know, certainly don't know.” Obviously Royyan on Zacky at length.

“Ooohh, trus trus Ar how ?” Ask Zacky. “I guess I have to come along if we collect gini, let me also get info from this unmarried member of genk.” His advice to himself.

“Ihhhh amused me with genk-genk that, like ABG aja.” Royyan said while shuffling his shoulders.

“Hahaha, let alone me Yan. It turns out that he is more insane than you Yan.” said Arsen.

“Bless a day.” Umpat Royyan and Zacky.

“How is it, so the story is not ?” Asked Royyan later.

Once again Arsen took a deep breath and threw away violently. Then explained what happened to the two men had prepared the hearing device.

“Jeez Arsenio, what are you crazy about. Where is your brain ? Free Ar, high school companies that you hold are growing rapidly. The brain is still being embraced, the heart is still dirty . Crazy one! Crazy!” zacky bursts suddenly and stands up to grab the attention of other visitors.

“Eeeh sit again you, do not make shy.” Sergey Royyan.

“Esmosi I Yan, I am Qanita I skin you ive-live Ar.” Say Zacky with a ketus.

“Zacky Emotions. Talk has started not right yes.” Royyan.

Zacky remembers what was said.

“Iya Zac, fortunately not you who become Qanita.” Timpal Arsen relaxed.

“Trus now how is Ar ?” Ask Royyan.

“Hmm, I want to fix the same Qanita Yan.” Said Arzen who started to relax.

“Trus what was her name, aaa Tria, how was she ? you live like a child of people who already love really tuh.” Asked Zacky with a slight insinuation.

“I want to finish everything the same he Zac, really finished. You know only Qanita doang, nothing else.” Arsen began to get carried away with emotions.

The waiter who saw a serious chat also with the muscle sister-in-law of the cafe owner where he worked suddenly denied the intention to deliver their order.

“Yes already Ar, you finished cepet. Before Qanita gilded others.” Zacky said a little calmly. “Duuuuh, hoarse again my throat, tired also screaming. Not in the office not here.” He said while holding his neck.

Arsen and Royyan only smiled with mocking gazes at Zacky. Then Royyan called the waiter to deliver their order.

***

One week has passed and on this Sunday somehow Qanita suddenly wanted to exercise, and the most popular sport is just running. He opened a closet and took his sports clothes.

“Neverything exercise. Who knows can remember heart and mind.” Mumbled.

After wearing sports clothes and socks, he walked out of the room. Qanita carried her body walking towards the back garden of the house where both parents and her two sisters “ sunbathing she said” and joking.

After saying goodbye he stepped towards the front door and used his sports shoes. A moment after that he walked towards the gate of the house and his shoe-clad feet began to climb the front street of the house. However, his gaze caught the back of someone familiar to him.

“Huh!” Small grunt. “Ngapain there is him too. I'm going in again. Ah don't don't, I have to see if I'm okay.” He muttered softly and began to run behind Arsen who was adrift by him quite a distance. But it can still be reached by sight.

Qanita and Arsen run around their housing complex, Qanita trying to avoid meeting with Arsen. After a long run, Qanita began to look tired, and chose to lesehan beside the road along the housing. For about five minutes he rested and stretched his muscles. He heard someone calling him.

“Qa.”

He memorized exactly who called him by his first two names, immediately he stood up without seeing the owner of the voice. She was about to continue her steps however, the back end of her hijab felt pulled by surprise she reflexively held the top of her jidat to hold the hijab. His body was pulled back.

“Please n.” The answer is annoyed and scat.

“Ngak.” Answer Arsen.

“Ihhhh freelance.” Qanita still held the top of her head.

“You heard my explanation first, I just released.” Tawar Arsen's.

“No, take off my hijab. Or I scream.” Threaten Qanita who is still reluctant to turn her body towards Arsen.

“Scoffs, too many people passing by right.” Timpal Arsen while watching around them.

Qanita grunts small “Iya, but let go first hijabku.” Qanita pasrah.

Feeling her hijab begin to loosen, she also fix the top of her hijab but still reluctant to turn towards Arsen.

“Why ?” He asked who was still looking at Arsen.

“Liat me Qa.” Pinta Arsen's.

“Nmobile.” Qanita.

Arsen sighed roughly “You know Qa, I can't touch you. I want to fix everything, go back and see me Qanita.” Pinta Arsen while welding.

Qanita could not bear to hear the tone of Arsen's heartbreaking voice decided to flip her body. “Please say.” Speak with cold.

“Let me have a chance Qa, I want to fix everything. I have nothing else with Tria. But he's still chasing me. I broke up with him a long time ago Qa.” Arsen.

“Then why did he say you decided unilaterally ? He martial coming to your house, is that his name really broken up ?” Qanita started to get fiery.

Arsen closed his eyes and began to gather the sentence he would put out to explain to Qanita “Qa, I just love him with you Qa. Not him and not the others. From the past until now and even later.”

“Then ? If you only love me why is there another girl you're in a relationship with ? Qanita asked tilted her face and her gaze grew sharper looking at Arsen.

Hearing the celebration of Qanita, Arsen actually made silent a thousand languages.

“You said only love is with me, but you have a relationship with another girl too. The girl has given her all her heart to you, but you even miss her and instead you want to preach the girl you love, while the girl who is in a relationship with you is, you cut off the relationship unilaterally. Not fair, I have also.” Qanita's gaze was sharpening.

“Huh! Someone who once betrayed does not rule out the possibility he will do it again.” Qanita said again, then walked away from the Arsenes who were still sculpting.