TWELVE DAYS OF LOVE

Meet Again

Today is my second day in the village. Sunday, the brothers did not go to school as well as the father did not go to the rice fields.

I decided to borrow my father's scooter and take Zagi around the village.

Down the village road, occasionally look at the boisterous children who are playing. The expanse of rice paddies my sense of sight.

Inhaling the aroma of a rustic morning, it is soothing. Looks like ... I haven't felt this for a long time.

Since venturing into the city, I seemed more washed away by the life there. Only go home during holidays and Eid, when not much activity occurs in the village.

Over the last year. Dating Naura has shifted my world. Every time there's low time I'll just spend it with him. Going home to the village will not be long, longing for Naura requires immediately returning to the city.

"Bang, let's go to the market, it's definitely crowded. All buy Zagi new pants, Bang." There was the sound of Zagi sitting in my arms.

"okay!"

Immediately I put the gas motor, heading for the market.

The hustle and bustle of sellers and buyers in the market sounds so crowded. Zagi and I walked down every aisle in that market.

And, a piece of trousers in a plastic bag has now become about Zagi. Also some bags of fruits that will be souvenirs for people at home.

"Let's go home, Bang," Zagi said.

"Yes, come on."

We walked to where the motorbike was parked. Zagi has preceded me.

However, squeezing from the crowd made me accidentally bump into someone.

No. .. more precisely he hit me!

Buk .. buk .. buk!

"Aww...!" Spontaneous I screamed.

My leg hit something. Pile of banana.

"Ow .. sorry .. sorry, sorry, Bang." The voice of a woman who was looking down on two banana combs made me slowly open the eyes that had been closed because of enduring the pain earlier.

"If you go look around, Ma'am, '" I murmured.

"And I've apologized, Bang."

The end of his speech along with the lift of his face. Stare at me.

"You?" he said with a surprised expression.

"Who am I?" I was surprised even more.

But just then, our views clashed with each other. A sweet girl stood before me. Yes, sweet .. although the appearance is no different from other village girls.

But ... No, he's different! His eyes showed that. It might be like a country girl, but she looks classy.

Not yet he spoke to answer my question, Zagi came running towards us.

"Bang, how long is it? Zagi had been waiting for me in the parking lot."

"Yes, this is where you're going."

However, I haven't been able to step Zagi back into speaking.

"Son Cindai?"

The woman looked at Zagi. "The yeast? Who are you here with?"

"Yes, this is my brother. Bang Fadil's."

"He ...your brother?" scanai said as he squinted his eyes at me.

"Yes, Bang Fadil who works in the city. Now another holiday in the village."

Cindai? So this is the girl named Cindai? Then she's the girl I met on my way home yesterday. It was just as if he knew me.

To be honest ... I still don't think, why do Mamak admire him?

I tried to find that answer just after our views clashed again.

In his eyes, I saw many questions, as if he were guessing. Maybe trying to remember my old self as a child.

I am too. My gaze grew closer, looking at him. Over the years, Cindai the buluk boy has now become a mature girl. And ... it's no longer buluk.

Today I saw him without a mask covering his face. Maybe he's cured of the flares.

Borrowing the term Pak Habibie for Ibu Ainun when they met again after a long time without meeting, 'java sugar has turned into sugar'. Cindai seems to have taken more care of herself as a woman.

Although ... not as magnificent as Naura.

"Scan's sister let's go home with us." Zagi's voice again surprised us.

"No need, let Brother ride the angkot."

"Come on, sister, Zagi will sit squatting in front."

"Don't Zagi, your brother will be angry."

"Why should he be angry? My brother's a good man, there's no way he's angry."

"Yes, come along. Let us take you." My words made him flinch, his gaze turned back to me, nanar.

It seemed .. There was a slight sense of hesitation in his mind. Either because he still feels guilty or he remembers what happened in our childhood.

Remembering me, Fadil .. always mocked him.

"Alright, just so it's not a hassle."

Zagi seemed pleased with Cindai's reply. He swiftly helped carry Cindai's belongings. Same with me. The two banana combs that had hit my legs I now had to cut into my motorbike.

Our sightings on the bike really showed the typical village people. A motorbike full of cargo, ranging from passengers to luggage. To the extent that sometimes unable to go when meeting the uphill road. Cindai had to go down and walk through the climb.

Sometimes I noticed his annoyed face, as if he regretted riding us. But .. I enjoyed his expression.

I don't know if it's like dejavu, like going back to childhood. I always mocked him, enjoying his every expression when he was bullied. Funny and adorable ....

And ... now feels even more adorable when it irritates him, because he's not a big boy anymore.

From the rearview mirror of the motor several times I lyric his face sitting sideways in my bonce. Village girl with natural beauty. Not much polish on his face. But ... very exotic.

Ahh .. why is my mind everywhere. No, she's still a silly girl who drops things at my feet many times.

"Bang, stop in front, Bang." Zagi's voice was touching me.

"Which one?"

"This bang this green house."

Immediately I stepped on the brakes to stop the motor.

Scan down and pick up his items that are linked on the front of the motor.

"Thank you Zagi, and ... Bang Fadil's."

"Together Sister Cindai." Zagi retaliated.

As for me, just smilingly looking at him. Actually ... In my heart I guessed whether he would offer us a stopover.

Apparently not, his body immediately turned around and passed into the house.

At least, if he offered to stop by, I would. I still wonder why Mamak admires her. I still want to find out more about him.

About Scan now ....

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