Trapped in Love Sikumbang Night
Part_22 Missing
Two weeks passed, exactly a holiday. Arkan sat daydreaming on the bed observing the ring that was coiled around his little finger. He was in a longing for the figure of the girl who owned the ring.
He had tried to find out but it was all useless because none of Dara's friends were willing to give Dara's mobile number.
Dara also did not give her phone number to Arkan because Arkan also forgot to ask for it. Even if He asks He is not sure Dara will give it.
"You miss someone, don't you?" tanya Raka observes Arkan's depression.
Arkan smiled bitterly.
"Is this what kangen feels like?" ask Arkan instead.
"Yes, I guess so. You're in love, aren't you?"
"Let's see, that girl makes me feel uneasy."
"Why don't you just ask Mami Deby, who knows he has the girl's number" Raka suggested as she folded up her sarongs and alphabet.
It may be true that the work in the gulf is sin but Raka never once abandoned his obligations as a Muslim.
"Raka, I've noticed you're always working on that. Are you sure sinners like us can still be forgiven?" ask Arkan to divert the conversation. He did not want to drown in uncertainty.
"I don't know, Kan. But at least I want to try to be the one to remember it. That's the above business, isn't it?" said Raka pasrah.
Arkan nodded in understanding. Since first getting to know Raka, Arkan likes the young man's personality to speak soft language and friends who are able to keep the other disgrace.
"You're great, Raka. Even in the face of sin, you do not forget your duty. As for me, I don't know my sins must be more than him and everything will feel useless" Arkan said.
That feeling certainly belongs to Arkan because since childhood he did not even know how to pray.
"Raka, your parents must salute you" Arkan said. He crumpled his body in the bed while staring at the ceiling with a blank look.
"You can't be prejudiced, Arkan. Allah is Forgiving. He must know our condition not because we like it in this dark world but we fight to survive."
Arkan was full of hearing Raka's words. The young man should have lived among the pesantren instead of falling into the mansion.
Arkan glanced at Raka, fiddling with her phone for a moment He threw a pitiful smile on his heart.
"How are you, your father?" Arkan hasn't known that in a long time.
"Alhamdulilah, I've improved since undergoing alternative herbal treatments."
"O yeah? so your dad won't be operated?" ask Arkan to be happy.
"Hopefully yes, Kan. I can't imagine that in times like this."
"It's a little money, you send it to your family."
"No, Arkan. I've been bothering you a lot." Raka also always rejected him because he was not happy but he could not prevent Arkan had given it.
"Never refuse this, Raka. After all, I only take care of myself but not with you. Your sisters need school, don't they?"
Raka nodded small.
"Thank you, Arkan. I don't know how to avenge all this" Raka said with admiration for Arkan.
Arkan patted hard on Raka's shoulder.
"You've made it to eat and drink, Raka. Then what else?" the babble lay back down.
"O yeah, how's Olivia?" ask Arkan.
Raka grinned and patted her eel.
"He has a girlfriend, right. My fate is single for life like this," said Raka lamented the misfortune of his romance.
"Not yet to meet, Raka," said Arkan while throwing a pillow to the face of Raka who was immediately caught by Raka.
"Ye, how are you, Rachel?"
"Hem. yes. I haven't told you about it. I just admire her, Raka. I thought I liked it but after I compared my feelings to both Rachel and Dara it was so much different."
"Become? who's? I just heard it?" ask Raka who feels foreign to the name.
"Yes, the owner of this ring Dara's name," said Arkan.
"Try to telisik using my sixth Indra." Raka placed both her index fingers on both sides of her forehead as if she was glaring.
"Well, you deserve to choose Dara. She must be very pretty," teared Arkan.
"Bas with you!" arkan pias Maki.
For a moment I will feel the flu.
"Why, Right?" ask Raka wonder.
"I'm not sure I'm suddenly flu." Arkan pressed the tip of his nose hoping for better.
