Accompanying First Love To KUA
Part 07's

Mas Fattah has left for work, I'm alone in his apartment. I'll take this opportunity to meet Mas Ajmul.

My body is fit. After all, it is a minor injury on the knee and elbow, using purple medicine only has healed. Next set a meeting schedule with Mas Ajmul. Dzuhur.

"Mas!" I wave my hand. My girlfriend greeted me with a friendly smile. His legs were crossed, there was a cigarette tucked in his finger.

Happiness is simple, as simple as a swish when meeting a person who is longed.

He woke up to welcome me, 

"Mas, start smoking?" I asked directly. 

Just a mutter I heard.

"Can't you?"

"Don't discuss the unimportant, Zira." Mas Ajmul looked at me while making a smile.

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"What do you want to eat?" ask Mas Ajmul when he was sitting in the cafe D'Brown. A place we often visit first.

The waiter stared at us both for a long time. A long time later he opened the voice, "Mas Sama Mbak, how long did not look, where did it go?" Sure enough, he was thinking like that.

The woman in a black uniform with a red apron recorded our order while talking about other problems.

It's almost afternoon. Raindrops drenched the cafe's glass walls. Then the vehicle tares accompany, there are also those who have pulled over on the verandas of the store. I stared far away, a woman crossing the street while running small, followed by a fat man trying to pull his arm. I think he told the woman to stop.

I looked at Mas Ajmul. Realize, he was looking at me too.

"Zira," called out to him with a fluffy smile. 

"What's up, Mom?"

"There's something different."

"Isn't he?" 

"Make it beautiful."

Although outside the sky was dropping water, but still unable to cool the heat from around my seat. Not hot angry. However, the feeling of heat so groggy was in front of Mas Ajmul.

"Zira, if there are two choices, how do you choose? What took them both?"

"Ah, wrong is Mas, when we fill in the choice of choosing all. There is even wrong. No matter what happens, the choice must be one, not both. It's greedy .. or else, don't choose one, already."

The man I was talking to was laughing. 

"It's difficult to deal with multiple choice, yes," he concluded, still accompanied by a small laugh.

"Easy then?"

I smile.

"But you stay by my side, don't you?" 

"What the hell, anyway? Ohya, work, Mas, how?"

Back to the cappucino to the toilet.

Two pairs of feet treading the wet earth. While a small hum. We are we, who may be together until we age. 

When the eyes meet each other, unconsciously smile together. Ah, happy is that simple.

Mas Ajmul's car stopped in front of Mas Fattah's apartment, I got out. Waving his hands under the rinai that never pulled over, slowly the car moved away. I smiled to myself while looking at my ring finger.

"Who, Zira?" Investigate the man behind the fence.

"Mas Ajmul" I said honestly.

"Is there nothing else?"

"Mas! Whatan, anyway? Faithful people will look for nothing else. He knows li-ma ta-hun." I picked him up, I passed him, hands wagging the veil.

"Not that, Zira!"

"Easy! Zira had known herself long before she went with Mas yesterday to the hospital," I said as I passed.

"Zira!"

Everything I do is wrong you think, there is always criticism. 

This heart continues to flowery staring at the ring attached to the ring finger. 

Remembering the words of Mas Ajmul, earlier, 

"Zira, this is a promise that you won't leave. Be truly a part of a part of my life."

There is a blow that bounces the heart until it bounces into a perfect tinkle. They fell, hitting each other. Ah, you, Mas. 

I stared at the plaid ceiling of the room, atma continued to cultivate the treasure, doubting the. A verse verse verse for my day, Mas Ajmul.

This heart continues to care for love. Keep on cultivating the flavor. Never been out in time. Tomorrow, under His Will and Permission we bind ourselves to a sacred promise. 

Seriate