Throw Your Ex In His Place !
Ep. 89
“That! Eyang!” lia shouted while half running.
“Why are you running like a child, Lia? Carefully watch your way,” said Eyang who was picking green foliage for the vegetables in the garden behind the house.
“That's Eyang, Brother Farhan is coming. He's sitting inside the house right now,” Lia said.
The look on Eyang's face suddenly turned into a cringe. He gave the lull that was in his grasp to Lia. Then the eastern-spirited old woman rushed into her house half-running. Lia just shook her head while covering her smile looking at the behavior of Eyang who was not far away with his behavior just now.
“Tadi said don't run around like a kid. Now he is even so,” said Lia.
“Indeed who came, Li? Until Eyang was so happy,” asked Dara who had accompanied Eyang picking garden results.
“It, Tea. There's his brother Teh Febri. He just came back from abroad. He was already like his own grandson to Eyang. You could say for Eyang he was his first grandchild. Let's go inside, Tea. Surely A Ardi also want to know Teh Dara to Kak Farhan,” explained Lia.
“Farhan?” said Dara lirih. He scrunched his forehead. Her ears felt familiar when Lia said that name.
Dara followed Lia's steps. After washing his hands and storing his garden results in the kitchen Dara entered the family room. There appeared Eyang who was leaning his head on the shoulder of a man. Ardi who realized the presence of his wife, he immediately approached her and took her hand. They walk around the couch.
“Sister Farhan, this is my wife. Her name is Dara,” said Ardi.
Like lightning during the day, Farhan is shocked by a woman Ardi introduces as his wife. He stared fixedly at the owner of the clear eyes that were before him now. The horse-pointed woman he had been looking for and longed for.
“Farhan,” he said as he reached out.
With a little doubt Dara finally welcomed the helping hand while saying her name, “Dara.” Then he pulled his hand back.
The events six years ago revolved in Dara's memory. Memories that he really wanted to forget along with the burning of the diary before the wedding day, are now clearly displayed in his memory.
“Ra, before I go back to KL I want to take you for a walk. I want to spend my time with you. Can’? Later after school I pick up ya.” Dara reads a message on her gawai sent by Farhan. Both corners of his lips continued to be pulled back. His heart was beating fast. The red spots on her cheeks could no longer be hidden. Maybe this is what it's like to fall in love with millions.
“Iya, I wait,” type Dara, but she did not send it right away. He waited for him for a moment. Because he did not want the man to know that his heart was actually very happy.
Not long after the school bell rang. The students in white-gray uniforms began to scatter out from within his class. Dara separated herself from her friends when she saw a man sitting on his favorite red motorcycle. Although the man was wearing a helmet that covered all parts of his head, but Dara could make sure he was the one who made his heart continue to beat fast.
“Wear the helmet,” said the man from behind the helmet.
Not long after, Farhan pulled his motorcycle over to a parking area in the city park. Holding the hand of his heart, he led him to an empty garden bench. They leaned their shoulders there while enjoying the refreshing atmosphere of the park at that time. Spend time together before Farhan's departure tomorrow. Pouring out all the affection and attention the rest of the time left them almost lulled with sweet seduction, but the ponytailed girl immediately brushed off Farhan's hand holding her chin.
“Wait!” dara.
“Why? Am I wrong?” farhan asked confusedly.
“No. It's just that I'm not used to it and .. I've never done it,” said Dara Lirih held back the embarrassment. He knew that his cheeks must be flushed now, so he put his palms there so that they would not be seen by the man before him now.
“Cup!” Farhan's lips landed on Dara's forehead as the man tried to release the two hands that continued to stick to her cheek. “I'll pick it up later, when you're ready. Maybe later when I come back again, I'll collect your debt.”
Dara put her two index and middle fingers to her pink lips, then she stuck them to Farhan's lips. “For now it's just like this first. Later if Kak Farhan has graduated and dare to tell Papa about our relationship, I will pay my promise. Little promise.”
“Little promise,” says Farhan. They hook their little fingers to each other.
For a few months they had a long distance relationship. Exchanging messages and calling each other when night falls is a longing remedy that they usually do. Until one day Farhan began to be busy with his recovery. The task of the group that often takes time makes the communication of the two lovebirds is disrupted and begins to often occur small disputes.
“Why are you so early in the morning? Same with Farhan?” doni asked as they both ate breakfast.
“Mm.” Dara nodded, justifying her brother's guess.
“Udah don't have to manyun anymore. The uglier your face will be and Farhan will run away from you. Hahaha...,” is Doni's goda, whose tipped shoulder gets a raw bogem from his sister.
“Not him behind his sister, instead he was cool ngeledek,” oceh Dara.
“Yes, Mas Doni Belain. Tomorrow Mas Doni was told to go to Singapore with Pakde Wawan. Later return sepetin to KL as well as jengukin lover hearts.”
“Jiaaahh... This is he who has the mau,” ledek Dara.
“Simply the same, Ra. Later Mas Doni stopped by first to his flat Farhan for a short break before meeting the same April.”
“Bener, yes. Watch out for lies! I wait for the good news,” said Dara with the best lips.
A few days later. Dara who was busy reading a novel in her room was surprised by a phone call from Doni. Without waiting for a long time he immediately grabbed the phone that was beside him. He pressed the green button and then stuck the rectangular object into his ear. “Halo, Mas Doni,” greet Dara. He was very enthusiastic to answer the phone from his brother, but in a moment his spring face instantly dimmed.
