Waiting for Your Love

Nine

Nina looked at the queue while looking for Amelia's whereabouts, looking carefully at the impatient people heading for the entrance. It turned out that Amelia was bothered with her two super-large suitcases.

Surely everyone wants to go wherever Amelia always mostly brings her things. I don't know what's in the suitcase.

Her father used to complain when Nina and Amelia went to a summer camp. He said it was easier to carry a horse and his gear than to carry Amelia.

“Oh, let me in, sir," asked Amelia at the middle-aged businessman in the front queue. “My bus leaves in five minutes, I'm afraid to miss the bus" continued Amelia.

Nina watched the man who was grumbling but gave his place to Amelia. Nina salutes her cousin, because she always gets whatever she wants no matter what.

A few minutes later Amelia's super-large suitcases survived.

“Amelia!” call Nina while running small. With his bag crossed over his shoulder and he clamped down on his pile of files.

“Oh hi, Nina," said Amelia flat.

Nina bit her lip. Lately Amelia has often been frenetic for no reason. It seems hard to believe that they were ever familiar.

But what else? He had tried to get close, but Amelia had not responded except at a certain moment. For example, if Amelia is in need of her help, then Amelia will be kind and familiar back to Nina.

“You've only brought that?” ask Amelia in shock.

Nina shrugged her shoulders as she hurriedly walked towards the door. “We in Purwokerto Just two days, right, until Sunday?” ask Nina.

“Iya indeed,” replied Amelia lazily. “Then why?” Amelia asked flatly.

“Hmmm .. emmm .. how much you carry. We're just two days, where maybe you wear that many clothes, all of them" continued Nina curious.

Dating and such? Nina guessed the reason Amelia actually came to Purwokerto. But that's none of his business. He walked towards counter six, Amelia followed behind Nina.

“Excuse me mbak, I need a boarding pass," Nina told the woman behind the desk. “Then can, I want to sit next to my cousin." He took the ticket from the bag and gave it to the woman.

“Can. What seat are you in?”, the officer asked Amelia.

“Sixteen B," replied Amelia cuek while observing her nails that were thought to be so neat. Then the woman checked Nina's ticket on the computer.

“Hei Nina, why are you carrying it all?”, asked Amelia suddenly while pointing to the collection of files that are still in Nina's pocket.

“Ah," elak Nina. Amelia always sneered at Nina's sparkles like designing clothes or even her work problems, so Nina was lazy to answer them honestly.

Nina hopes her interviewer will be interested in the design of the clothes. If the interviewer was equally impressed with Professor Martin of the Fashion Institute with Nina's design, there would be a golden opportunity for Nina to attend Unsud.

This weekend he did not want to worry about the problem of his father who was unable to pay for his college. But if he was accepted at Unsud, he would be confused as to how he would pay his tuition.

“So? What are those files for?” ask Amelia a second time.

“PR my art,” he said lie. It's not good to lie like that, but there's no other choice than to be ridiculed again. “Should be completed this weekend as well, so I brought this file."

Nina was relieved when an officer came to cut off the annoying conversation. “Number sixteen A over there. Check in starts in five minutes.”

“Thank you,” Nina said as she picked up her ticket.