Unforgettables

Who's He?

As usual Fika still faithfully stood in place to wait for public transportation to pass. The girl is still reading the novel before because she has not been able to finish lately. The clock has shown at 3 pm and the state of the school is getting quieter.

Lussy could not accompany Fika when the bell came home ringing the girl just ran out. Even Fika did not have time to ask him. Strange, since the incident in the hall throughout the lesson Lussy became quiet. Is he still angry? It's probable. Fika could not figure it out at this moment.

Tid!Tid!

The sound of the motor horn sounding made Fika turn her gaze from the book towards that voice.

"Alone is a girl. Wouldn't you like antherin's brother?" The familiar bass voice made Fika carve her sweet smile.

"Please Bal."

Iqbal returned Fika's smile and opened his helmet. "Let's go up."

"No ah, Fika is waiting for angkot."

"Waituin ngapain angkot if there is already a private ojek here?"

Iqbal's words did not disown Fika's laughter. He laughed chuckles. "Flush Bal. What do you want to be a private ojek?"

"That which you do not make Fik. Whatever I do for your rich special girl."

Fika is running out, he said. Iqbal from the past was indeed his mouth as sweet as honey, sweet horn until it makes people pinin nampol.

"Come on Fik ride! I'm not gonna speed it up."

"Don't want Bal, I'll take an angkot."

Iqbal clicked before then getting off his bike and immediately grabbed Fika's hand. "Gue doesn't like to be rejected."

"Please Bal, don't make dong."

"Gue likes Fik's macaques."

Fika laughed softly. "No need for Bal."

"Snake!" Fika was silent looking at the second when Iqbal's eyes were filled with plea. "Please, don't turn me down."

Fika thought for a moment before finally deciding. "Yes. But next time tell me, yeah."

"OK boss!"

Fika riding Iqbal motor with resting on the shoulder of the guy. Feeling Fika's arm on her shoulder made Iqbal smile behind her white helmet. Besides, there was a sense of happiness in his heart at this moment. His confidence will get Fika stronger. It's even so good to have it.

"Ready?"

"Hem." Mumam Fika's.

Iqbal went straight at standard speed.

"Mang's afternoon." Sapa Fika smiled kindly.

"So is also cool."

"Have you gone home yet?" Fika asked suddenly remembered.

"Oh den Arga has come home from earlier neng, the motorbike is already in the trunk." Indicate Mang Nono followed by Fika who also saw the sport motor owned by Arga was already parked there. He turned to look at Iqbal who was still quietly waiting for him there.

"Iqbal, thank you very much Fika. But now you are going home. Fika is afraid of Arga's will."

Iqbal developed his smile. "Lo don't worry, Arga's problem I can handle. I am worried about you the same. I'm afraid Arga is hurting you again."

Fika knows Iqbal is a good man, he always pays attention to him and also attention to him. He was always grateful to have a friend like her. But his concern for Arga still seems he can overcome it himself.

"Iqbal don't worry, Fika is fine. Although Arga's nature is a little rough, but Fika tau Arga will not be until the disease Fika."

Iqbal looked at Fika. He knew his words just wanted to calm him down. But Iqbal knew very well Fika always hurt by Arga. And he won't let her go again.

"Yaudah, according to you. I go home first. Don't hesitate to call me if you need help." Said Iqbal who directly carried Fika. The man turned the bike back on and then left.

Arriving inside the house, Fika immediately climbed the stairs. He continued to look around the room looking for the existence of the cold guy. Yet strangely he did not feel his aura at all at this moment. His house was empty uninhabited. Until in time Fika will open the door of her room and suddenly heard a piano that echoed up to her eardrum.

Fika looked towards the dark hallway from the side of Arga's news. The room where he could not enter because Arga forbade him. Fika never knew what was in the room. If you see the hallway alone makes people afraid to enter it but now and only the first time Fika heard there was a piano game in this house.

It really invites curiosity Fika. Although he knew Arga had forbidden it, but his curiosity could not be defeated. He thought it was possible that Arga was in the room as well.

Without realizing it, Fika instinctively stepped into the mysterious dark hallway. There's a little fear. But he also wanted to know what was really behind the room?

After walking slightly through the dark cold passage, Fika was finally able to see a light at the end there. He came as soon as possible to the light until he penetrated out of the darkness and into the luminous room there.

Fika amazement. His eyes sparkled at the crystal lights hanging from the ceiling of the room. Not only that, the decoration of this room is like a magnificent palace. In addition to the sky which has a background of clouds and blue sky but in the other side of the room there are also colorful flower pot decorations throughout the room.

"It's amazing." Fika is unceasing to be amazed even he himself almost forgot the sound of the piano that still sounds today.

"The sound's getting louder. This must be the place." Fika went further and further. He didn't care if Arga caught her wet at this time. But the most important thing now is that he just wants to see who is playing the piano beautifully?

It turns out that after being traced in the room there was only one large white door wrapped in gold precisely at the end of the room. Fika stepped slowly, sneaking around trying not to make the slightest sound.

Somehow the closer he got to the sound of piano music that made his heart fuller and his heart faster. That tone, it felt an unfamiliar tone in his ears. Fika had heard of it but he had forgotten where he had heard it. The more he approached the door it turned out there was a little gap there, the door was a little open so as to allow Fika to be able to see who the person in there was.

Fika tried to peek until she finally bought both eyes. Fika closed her mouth which felt like shouting out loud. His body felt tired and limp, slowly his legs stepped back. He did not believe what he was seeing right now. Is he dreaming? Or is it reality?

Fika's body staggered to the point of touching the wall at the end of the room. His body was shaking violently. He clenched tightly with teary eyes. His gaze was still on that place. A large white door that hides a figure of the person he always wanted to meet this salama. Although he had just seen his back but he felt that figure was himself. He is the figure that Fika has been looking for, the figure that he longs for, and the figure that always makes him happy and suffering.

With a word Fika said one name.

"Organ."