Accompanying First Love To KUA
05

My phone didn't ring all day, at least just a sign of an incoming message. 

The sun has fallen to the west, about to enter the twilight contest. Where is Ajmul? Why didn't he call me? Was I really angry because I didn't answer yesterday? Huh huh? Is that his ambition?

I finally decided to contact him. However, tuut.

unappointed.

'Sorry Zira, I'm busy.'

I read a message back from him. Been busy? Until the sun almost sets, you're still busy too? 

Positive, let's think positive!

I took a deep breath and slowly threw it away. After that I put my face on the bed and stuffed my head with a pillow. My chest was tight, because it was never ignored as long as I knew him. I miss ..., Mas.

Finished maghrib, I sat in the living room. With Mother and Uncle. They told me about the farm. And I'm just being a listener.

Suddenly, I remembered about savings. Immediately go to the room, then go up to the chair to reach the piggy bank above the closet.

Sometimes the heart gets so bad so quickly, but this time my feelings are different. Sometimes, what the heart is worried about is true. I really want to meet Mas Ajmul.

The night wind blew the curtains, I forgot to close the window. 

Duhai daksa, no one else invited to create a wound in your calbum.  You sowed it yourself. 

The money I have, is good. Can go home. I want to go to the town square, a place I often visit with Mas Ajmul. Laughing there. Seeing the kids running. Magician clown, whose nose is dislodged every time.

. 

"Mas, don't go! Zira doesn't know the way home!" myrag. Ajmul doesn't care at all. 

"Mas!" My voice can no longer come out. I really don't know the way home. Left-right scrubland. I saw Mas Ajmul's handing over on my birthday the other day. Now it's broken up. Why could? This sandal is very strong. So, I have to go home on foot? 

I cried sobbing filled with fear. The sun is almost setting. "Mas!" I don't give up on calling him. I hope he will look. Again, he doesn't care. 

"Mom! Why is it here?"

Bruaks! 

I was struck by the sound of falling things. 

Swiping the sweat that was pouring. It turned out to be a dream. But enough to make me tired and scared, breathless. Heart beats irregularly.

. 

In the morning, I asked Pakcik and Mommy for permission to go to the bus terminal. Buying tickets.

The next day went straight away. I told the kids that there's no learning together for the next few days.

Sir, everything I do in the name of love. I want to meet you out of love. 

You're a story I don't want to tell, but it makes me nervous when I don't tell.

Sir, this miss I can't describe. Especially with pen and paper only. This miss is soul. Souls want to meet. Do you feel the same?

I pulled the suitcase to the road.

Children in white uniforms red, white blue and white gray crossed the front of the house, some were walking, riding bicycles and also escorted by his father in a butut train. I'm standing at the gate. The kids smiled at me. Every now and then someone says hello, "morning, Brother."

"Forth, Brother Zira."

"Be careful, Brother Zira."

"Don't forget back, ntar Mas Khabab misses." Chuckle.

Deg.

There-there's this kid.

"Haha .. if ...."

I'll repay them. However, there was a voice that cut through my speech.

"Where are you going, Zira?" Men wear short-sleeved mocca shirts combined black cloth pants.

"Where's Mas Khabab going?"

.

We finally went to the terminal. Mas Khabab has its own needs. I continued my journey to the city.

"Sir Zira, stay here?" He asked me when I got on the bus.

How do I answer? Actually not at home. However, I put myself at ease.

"At home, Mom. Every day we breathe the cold air of the mountain, hear the chirping of birds. It's calming, in the city there isn't," I explained.

The karnet shouted, I immediately say goodbye to Mas Khabab.

"Be careful, Miss Zira. Don't forget to go back, yeah!"

I smiled as I held out the right hand.

"Don't make me feel the next loss."

Deg.

"There-there's a time, Mas," selorohku. 

He smiled wide, even wide.

My brain digested his words. While our hands waved to each other, as a word see you again.

The bus leaves the terminal. Things around move.

Sometimes it is so, after we get to know familiar, the fear of loss must arise.

Seriate