This Story is called Love
Chapter 5 Sucks
Another with Arsen, another with Qanita. Even though time has shown the hours of returning home from work, even Magrib will soon arrive. He is still struggling with a laptop and some sheets of paper that must be completed and some others must be studied. So excited he forgot the time, and now it has shown at 6 pm. Hurry up to the parking lot where the bike is parked and go home. His office was already deserted, and left only a few employees.
“Astagfirullah Qanita. The work is work. But do not forget the time also dong.” Sorry while running the motor.
He arrived at the place where he met Arsen this morning, the incident was like an automatic spin on his brain. Qanita is not unaware and finds out that it was Arsen who laxated her this morning. But it was the reluctance to greet that made Qanita not to bully him. After trying to forget the incident, he returned to focus on the streets that were gradually quiet and not as crowded as usual considering this had been until Magrib's time.
Arriving at home, he saw the lights are now on almost every room. When about to get off the motor, again –again his gaze was fixed on the blisters on the front of it.
“Looks like I have to fix you, man, and well you can be sure my savings will also decrease. But nothing, than seeing you reminds me of that man.” While stroking the motor while exhaling the rough breath, also do not miss the face of annoyance and tangles mixed into one.
Tok tok tok tok
The door of the house several times. But no one opens the door let alone sweep it from the inside.
“What are those houses still praying yes ?” he murmured while sitting in a chair that was in his home. He also took the HP that was in his backpack but had to with considerable effort, because his HP was among his luggage. After getting it, he immediately checked and saw some message notifications and calls from home people who manya.
After a long wait, his hand knocked on his door again.
Tok tok tok tok
The knock got a response. As soon as the person behind the door opened it and it turned out to be Maya's mother.
“Assalamualaikum bu.” Sapa Qanita kissing her mother's hand.
“Waalaikummussalam, how come home late dear ?” Maya asked while closing the door.
“Iya ma'am, earlier Anit same preoccupation laptop be forgot time deh.” He answered while walking towards the room on the second floor.
Maya walks to her living room listening to her daughter's excuse for coming home late and berating her. “Iya already, your father also said so. But don't know if you'll be home till this hour. You shower and pray gih.” Maya.
“Iya bu.” Qanita answered briefly.
Syiffa, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner, asked Maya.
“Those cuckoo mother's son has gone home ?” Ask.
“This you, by the way is there. Cuek from where try dia”. Maya defends Qanita while walking towards Syiffa.
“Buuuu, did you not realize it. Any man who wants to get close to her must not be a mom. I just wanted to approach Loh ma'am. That's because what try bu ?” Ask Syiffa again.
Maya who was busy preparing some cutlery also answered Syiffa “Iya's question because there was no one to match, so she cuek.” Say Maya with ease.
“Hmmmm, until when bu she like that. If indeed he is not willing to open his heart at least he gives a good enough impression of the rejection given to men who want to approach him. It's not even funny and doesn't care like that. Sometimes men chat at 7 p.m., he replies at 7 o'clock tomorrow night. Yeah what's buu like that ?” syiffa said at length about her sister.
Maya who was sitting at the table eating only listened to Syiffa talk and chuckle considering that even her eldest daughter was no different from the current Qanita. “There's a truth to what you said, nak”. Mayapun approved Syiffa.
Before marriage Syiffa was also indifferent to the man who approached her, but not as cute and cold as her sister. If Abdillah's house had the arrival of a male guest who was expected to visit and talk with Syiffa, then he would have met her even if only briefly. Next the conversation will be carried out by Abdillah, and will ask anything about the man who visited. This made the guts of the man who approached the girl Abdillah shrivel. But unlike the man named Rafay Rumi, he managed to win the heart of Abdillah even before seizing Syiffa.
Contrary to Qanita, if he had a guest and it was a man. So he will give a variety of reasons, ranging from sleepy, busy with work and a myriad of other reasons so that he does not meet the man. So it is certain that Abdillah will have a long conversation with the guest who wants to meet his second daughter. Even if he will meet or cross paths with men who have visited his house, then he will display a face as cold and cute as possible. Including with Arsen who had her clinched this morning.
Qanita who had finished praying, then stepped down the stairs that took her to the first floor and towards the kitchen because she heard vaguely his name called, also the attitude that he addressed to the opposite sex. He already knew that the two women who were in the kitchen were talking about it from earlier even until now.
“As for this Brother Shi, where there I cuek. It would be natural that I like that so as not to give empty hope to people.” Qanita defended herself.
“Iya reasonable deck, but can not do so also dong. Anyway well deck, you don't think that you are not indifferent ? A good man will never mention that he is a good man, because that includes takabur. Likewise, a bad person, he will never mention that he is a bad person, because he will open his own disgrace. Same with your assumption. Aren't you?” syiffa asked for the approval of two women of different generations.
The current time is 19:15 p.m. The girl in the dress was in the balcony of her room. He was enjoying the night with a glass of warm matcha and the stars became a sight that made him opium. Suddenly he wanted cookies from one of his cafes. He left the balcony and got ready to go to the cafe. Quickly he went down the stairs of his house, did not miss the wallet also the key of the motor in his left hand.
“Buuu, Anit out briefly yes. Go to the cafe and buy cookies. Not for long. Assalammualaikum.” Pamit Anit to her mother who was talking to her brother.
“Iya, waalaikummussalam, be careful.” The two women answered on the side of the chat.
Nazeen, who heard Qanita about to buy cookies, ran to the front door of his house.
“No need to buy cookies, right ? Well, I want to too. My brother also wants.” Nazeen.
Qanita who was busy humming while riding her motorbike, suddenly stopped when she heard Nazeen's words addressed to her.
With a relaxed Qanita stuck out her right hand and showed her palm while talking “Which money is ?”
“Pake money brother, stingy really so brother.” Sergey Nazeen to his brother.
“Biarin, weeee.” Qanita turned around while sticking out her tongue, making her sister even more upset.
Nazeen who was left with a gloomy and upset face entered the house. Maya and Syiffa are still talking.
“Bu ask for money. Want to buy cookies, brother Anit does not want to buyin. If there is no money.”
Hearing the youngest son's words made Maya smile. Willing to speak but already cut off by her reading husband immediately stopped his activities.
“Quiet Zeen, where could your sister be. Just wait later she will bring it for you.” Abdillah said and continued reading.
“Yes well, where can he be with his handsome sister.” Say Nazeen with the pedal.
Maya and Syiffa who saw Nazeen's expression could only smile in a daze.
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Not long Qanita arrived in front of his cafe subscription. He stepped into the cafe and ordered some cookies. Then he waited for the seat that was provided. While the cafe that Royyan intended is none other than cafe subscription Qanita. Now he is on his matic motorcycle because he is reluctant to enter while waiting for the Arsen that has been first informed. From a distance he saw a motor sport getting closer, and sure enough it was Arsen who was waiting for him from earlier.
In the cafe, Qanita who felt her name was called moved from her seat and took her order. Then exit after giving a sum of money to the cashier. He also walked to his motorbike which was right next to a sports motorbike, which was still on signifying the owner had just arrived because when he did not find the motorbike next to his motorbike. Two men beside him were talking but, not touched at all by him.
“Tuh behind your bike why eh?” Royyan asked, with his eyes looking at the abrasions behind the Arsen motorbike.
Arsen who just took off his helmet “kemarin fit to enter the housing, there is a girl is not clear and strange hit the back of my motorbike, I have not had time to fix it, tomorrow-tomorrow aja.”
“Laaaah, why don't you ask for responsibility.” Royyan. “Eh but pretty not the guy ?”
The right qanita is beside the Arsen motorbike, making it free to hear the man's words. But the two men did not realize it, let alone Arsen who was behind him. Sure enough, Qanita was immediately fiery, as if there was a burning stove on the soles of her feet.
“What did you say ? Girls are unclear ? Weird chick ?” Sergey Qanita, while Arsen immediately turned his body and was shocked half to death without being able to speak a little.
“You too, ask for responsibility ? It's beautiful not ?” Qanita's sharp gaze now turned to Royyan. While Royyan only tried to swallow his saliva without being able to speak.
Still with a tone of annoyance and high intonation Qanita expressed her frustration at the two men “Who told you to stop carelessly, no cue anyway ? is that your path that makes it ? Is there a way for you ? You see the front of my motorbike is also scuffed because of you.”
The man in front of him did not speak a word, and looked sculpted. Without waiting for an answer, Qanita has put forward her motorbike leaving the front of the cafe. Previously he glanced sharply and coldly at Arsen making both their eyes collide and Qanita muttered “Sucks.” But it can still be heard by Arsen.
After the girl's death, both of them were still seen bagong and pecking with the incident a few seconds ago. Arsen could not hide his surprise that the girl yesterday was Qanita, coupled with Qanita's cold gaze made Arsen's heart thump. Until the daydream was scattered by Royyan who had realized first.
