You're Not the First

the dag dig dug

Walking the streets of the city on my bike is a habit of mine now. Sometimes I'm afraid that some of my schoolmates will catch me in the way I am today. No matter how hard I try to be as mundane as when I meet my fellow students, I'm not ready to meet my schoolmates right now.

I wear a hat over my hijab to reduce the heat of the sun as well to be unrecognizable. The scorching of the Surya has somewhat reduced because it is now two in the afternoon. I tried to peek at the sunlight from behind my hat. Trying to challenge the glare.

It turns out I can't, my eyes are narrow, both of them just close.

Only then was not strong, how about later in the field of mahsyar that said the sun will be above our heads with a distance of only an inch.

With my sin as full as the sand of the sea on earth, I will not be able to withstand the heat unless I receive the intercession of the Prophet and receive forgiveness from the Most Merciful, whose love is unceasing.

I allowed the location of my hat to drive the sunlight out of my face.

Yesterday my new mom and I came to school to pay for all my delinquent administrative expenses. I saw that everyone was busy preparing for the school breakup. I just caught a glimpse of him not wanting to linger there because of the full glare of their spies who are mostly narrow like me.

Well... I will miss that parting event even though I really want to attend and feel her euphoria. But things are not like before. What can I do. In this world, not everything we want can be realized. And in the future maybe we will know the meaning behind all the events that we experience and then we are aware and grateful because God provides the best path for us.

After school I was immediately invited to the course and introduced me specifically to the people he trusted there.

I've been taking a class this week to learn to be a secretary and I'm trying to love it. Anyway I have to thank the person who helped me even if it's not a field I like.

I just got home from a course provided by my future in-laws. Because today I feel so bored I decided to stop by first to Boliem bakery.

After informing my mother that I was going home late, I turned my bike to the place where I had been working for the past few months. The place to scavenge rupiah and release fatigue is also tired by joking laughter while working.

Arriving there I went straight to the place next to the ranks of the buyers at the closest to the cashier table.

"Cici.... Can you enter?" I blinked my eyes in a haggard voice to seduce my former boss.

Yes, I resigned from there. My future-in-law who immediately asked Ci Siska for permission to stop working there. He also explained the reason that I was asked to work for his son while watching over him.

"You is nothing?. Enter ajah!! Tumben's here? I thought you'd forgotten your way here...." Ci Siska said to welcome me.

I ran towards the employee entrance.

"Nonii.k is getting better...." Said the storekeeper who opened the door.

"Mother is also more beautiful..."

"Gombal.. unfortunately now not payday so can not love the abuse...."

"The red or blue color is also not papa kok ma'am. I will accept it with sincerity...." I said while putting my bag and hat in the locker.

"I'm the one who's not sincere, nik...."

"Haha....."

"Ehm.." Cici Siska cleared his throat because we were joking with a loud voice when the atmosphere was busy again so the heat was hot even though above us there was already a large fan that moved freely.

"Hehe.. sorry...." I went back to the kitchen I missed so much.

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"Noniii...mk!" Dance shouted when she saw me. He immediately ran and hugged my body even though his body was full of flour but I could not resist it.

"Huhu kangen." he said, wiping his tears. Eh he really nangis, duh so melted right. Someone loved me like that.

"Kangen because no one is bullied anymore, right..?" I tease.

"Isa. suudzon. Come here often nik.." said the others.

"Can I help you with what....?"

"Hias tart this is nik!" The chairman's mother gave me a job.

Thank God I am still considered in this neighborhood.p

"It's his son's birthday and he likes Superman. Can you make a character like this?" Ask the chairman when I'm next to him.

I nodded then rolled my arms up to the elbows and tied both ends of my hijab behind the neck . Then I started acting too. My hands are dancing on this cheese tart....

Half 4 cakes with superman characters that are dominated by red are finished already. Carefully put in the box and then taken to the store for a short display until the person who ordered it took it.

After the prayer at the mosque across the street I said goodbye to my super good ex-boss.

"Ambilin nonic doughnut equal coconut cake it's five-five.!" His orders to my friends.

"Why ci...? Ngrepotin...?" I said sung.

"No papa. You really want to be betrothed to his son Mr Adi?" Ci Siska is very deft.His hands count as giving back to his men who handed me notes and can still talk to me casually.

I hesitated.

"You've met him before?"

I shook my head, honestly I was also confused and dag dig dug.

"His son Pak Adi is famous playboy you know nik. The....!! You must be careful nik!!"

I couldn't respond to it. I was shocked to hear it. A playboy? the player? Is it so bad of me to have a soul mate like that? My heart's screams.

"I am sorry I am sorry. Maybe he has already repented, nik. Be careful on the road! If you're bored you come here!" Said ci Siska who saw me sculpting.

My friend gave me a packet of cookies and then I said goodbye and kissed Siska's great-grandson.

On the way up the bridge I led my bike. Seeing the river water that was hit by the afternoon sun was very pleasant in the eyes. Like a sparkling diamond.

I have to cross this bridge every day because it is the road that connects the village abah with the city.

I am still confused how I will meet him. I have to say, what's the talk? if she honestly doesn't like me then what should I do?

"Will......." I shouted facing the river flowing under the bridge. No matter if people passing by saw me full of astonishment. The important thing is I want to let go of the little bit of gloom that covers my heart.

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"Later last night Mr. Adi and Ms. Rosa invited us to dinner" said Mami when I just got home.

"N... will it be tonight?"

"Yes...?"

"Where's mi?"

"In his house. Someone's gonna pick us up...."

I swallowed my salivary. Eventually my fear will happen too.

How'this?