This Story is called Love
Chapter 3 Meet
“Laaah, blisters dong front of my motor, gosh tuh people well.” Omel Qanita continued even when she arrived home safely.
“Assalamualaikum, mom, dad, sister, deck.” Qanita complains about the people she thinks are at home. But when he stepped in the middle room, or the kitchen was not found people called him earlier. With his face bent he began to climb the stairs that led him into the room.
“Looooh, Anit have you come home deck ? I didn't hear your regards.” Said the older brother who came out of his room, fresh from the shower.
With no enthusiasm and rolling his eyeballs Qanita said “So I have greetings, and ngabsen residents of this house, but no one nyahut one, fortunately the other residents did not nyahut. Sis I want to clean first.” While walking into his room.
“Waalaikummussalam, earlier brother did not hear means. Mother and father, there is business, Fateeh dama Nazeen playing ball in the field he said. Yes, my sister is home.” Answer Syiffa friendly.
Qanita just cleared her throat to hear her brother's honesty without wanting to answer at length, and chose to close the door of her room.
***
The man whose motorcycle was accidentally hit by Qanita, is now in front of a classic-style house.
“Hmm, this house never changes one bit.” He muttered as he opened the gate. Then parked his sport bike and with a relaxed step he began to enter the family home. He is Asernio Ar Rajab, a 25-year-old male with a tall stature, thick eyebrows, pliable eyelashes with a brownish black bead, a well-built nose and a firm jaw. Sculpted so beautiful indeed this one creature of God.
“Maaa, Paaa, Deep, Assalamualaikum.” The voice of the man who is now in the living room of his house.
Before long, the face he missed, and will always make him miss. Who else if not the mother who with a perfect smile welcome the return of his eldest son.
“Waalaikumussalam, mama's son home. Who are you ?” Diana answered, which was shaken by her son.
“Which papa ma, the catmpreng same Azel also where ma ?” Arsen said while wailing in search of the three people he asked. “Arsen home alone pack motor.”
Not yet the mother answered his question, now the room is enveloped by a familiar voice as well as deafening anyone who hears it.
“Kakaaaaak, Ica kangeeen.” The girl's voice while running towards her mother and sister.
“Jeez Ca, don't cry out baby this already want Magrib.” Kaka Diana advised her daughter.
“Hehehe, sorry ma, abisnya Ica seneng really brother home.” Hugging Arsen tightly.
Looking at the older brother who only smiled with his behavior, but his eyes were looking for something.
“Papa again relaxed behind the house, Azel again clean in his room. Irtiza, sister of the most beautiful sister is hugging you.” The words ran out of his mouth as if without pause.
While the man who had been released hugged by his sister, only Ber Ooo ria heard the explanation from his sister.
“You clean-up yes son, this want Magrib so ntar can congregate to the mosque equally papa also the same Azel.” The mother said and walked to the back of her house to call her husband that Magrib's time was coming. But the step stops “You go home with your own motorbike ? why not ask Andri who nganter ?”
“Iya ma, Arsen again aja. Kasian also Andri back and forth nganter Arsen.” Answer Arsen.
Diana simply nodded her head at the reason that Arsen had given her, and continued on her way.
“Sister why go home do not say - the problem is that sister's work can be left ?” Ask Irtiza who will close the door in front of her house.
“Kakak has handed over the task that if it can be done to asisiten sister, this brother comes home because the work here needs more brother. The company that you hold there is a deck branch, this brother is told to go back to hold the headquarters said papa. Actually brother males anyway came home more delicious in the branches.” Arsen answered his sister's question, so as not to ask the same thing again next time. Walking to his private room.
Irtiza just nodded in understanding, whether she actually understood or not.
The sun has returned to its grievances, dusk began to appear, people began to return to their homes after being tired of the streets and scavenging for sustenance. Adhanpun now heard as long as the hearing is able to catch it. Saad's family is now preparing to carry out his duties. As usual Saad and Azel will congregate at the mosque while Diana and Irtiza congregate at home.
“Arsen, come to the mosque with your sister.” The voice of the father was waiting for him on the ground floor of the house.
***
After returning from the mosque the three men walked casually while occasionally chatting lightly and punctuated with laughter of the three. The opening of the gate of the house by his youngest brother, then seen behind his brother's motor sport that was scuffed quite badly somehow.
“Back of the motor brother kok severe abrasions gtu bang, why ?”
Saadpun turned his gaze in the same direction as Azel. Immediately Arsen answered his sister's question and the gaze of his papa.
“So there is a girl who is not clear hit the back of the Arsen motorbike, the person she hit her who is angry.” Reply Arsen flatly.
“Waaah, beautiful not bang ?” timpal the younger brother.
“Yes where brother knows, people he wears a helmet continue to use the mask again.” Replied Arsen, who followed the board to the front door of the house.
“Iya times bang.” Reply Azel.
“Assalammualaikum.” Greetings to the three men at the same time.
“You yes deck, don't be busy taking care of girls. You are a child, the right school first.” Saad said without ba bi bu to his youngest child.
Hearing the papa's words, Azel only smiled bitterly. Moments after that, the sound of the door being opened and the greetings from the three men were answered.
“Waalaikummussalam, uh already home. Go straight to the dinner table, mommy is waiting there.” Irtiza.
The family was enjoying dinner while occasionally being accompanied by small talk.
“Hm, that was Om Abdillah, Fateeh, same Nazeen. Fateeh does not change yes pa. remain aja cold, just like Om abdillah, if Nazeen mah selengeannya already.” Arsen said while remembering that he had not met his father's best friend's family for almost three years.
Arsen rarely went home to his parents, because his work piled up and various other reasons. For the last three years, he did not go home at all. The reason for being busy and work is only used as a shield because there is someone who wants to be avoided until now.
“He was his family Om Abdillah. Hm oh yes, if Fateeh's brother is not yet how cool. Banding feet Anit ihhh, sometimes like ice blocks, sometimes like a starving lion. Especially if the same guy. His judes also asked for mercy. Azel was scared near her.” Cerocos Azel like his mouth has no filter.
“Heeeee, Anit don't like to know. You're the one who thought that.” Reply Irtiza defended her little friend in front of her family.
Hearing Azel's words made Arsen smile small and muttered “He is still as he used to be, not changing at all.”
***
The night now turns the morning accompanied by orange color and remains one of the favorite parts for Qanita to enjoy one of the Creator's creations. Without him realizing there was a male figure who noticed him but did not dare to reprimand him. The man was Arsen who harbored feelings for a long time on Qanita. I don't know why the girl he was playing with didn't like him. He said Arsen was a playboy and liked to play with women's hearts.
Arsen once expressed his feelings to Qanita, not taken seriously but with a laugh that hinted at innuendo. He did not expect if the target of love from the next Arsen is him, of course he knows that Arsen will only play tricks on him, with no stale he rejects Arsen's feelings.
From then on Arsen chose to avoid it, including lectures outside the city and continued his papa branch there. It is undeniable with a handsome face like Arsen makes many girls who want to be his girlfriend not to mention his family wealth. That makes Arsen increasingly valued by girls, that's what makes him easily change girlfriends since First High School.
Qanita felt that someone was watching her, then looked at the person. While Arsen still did not realize that the girl was looking at him. Their eyes clashed at him, and Arsen felt his heart beating so fast. Unlike the man who called Qanita looked at her dislike. Immediately he turned and entered the house leaving the man in front of his house in a running shirt.
“Do you hate me that much Qa, is it my fault ?” Arsen muttered while slightly running towards his house.
The time has shown at 07:10, it means Qanita must immediately go to work, even though the business belongs to the father but does not make him lazy. When he was about to ride his motor matic, his gaze was fixed on the blisters quite severe because of the incident yesterday afternoon. Not lost his regret now his sense of sight is presented with a view that passes in front of his house. Irtiza's best friend is being piggybacked by men and is also riding the same motorcycle as yesterday.
“Ooooo so he who stopped suddenly yesterday until my motorbike kayak gini, basic men minimal morak.” senewennya early in the morning and leave for work.
