Friends Towards Heaven
I (will) Go home

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(Still) For you

For who (ever) occupies a special position in the heart,

Me, you. We are equally understanding, right? After not wanting us to finish everything. End what we have been through together, yes, more or less a few years ago.

I think we'd be happier if we chose each other's way of life. Because basically, your behavior and my behavior will never meet at the appropriate point.

Thank you, until now you still put me in a position where I have always been your priority.

Thank you, in every trip and the twists and turns of your life always involve me.

And thank you, until now you still treat me the same as when I and you became us.

Really, your treatment of me makes me feel very privileged.

How not?

I don't feel the difference when we're you and me.

I've never harbored hate, really.

You taught me a lot about life, especially about patience and struggle.

Anyhow,

We were once happy together, carving laughter and beautiful stories together.

Even if it's just a piece from the past, but be honest. I still have a piece of longing to just remember that.

I'm sorry, I still have a sense because in reality forgetting is much harder than presenting a taste.

I'm sorry I still miss what we both did once.

I just wanted to say thank you.

You were once a beautiful rainbow in the course of an episode of my life.

Sorry, until now I am still aggressive in expressing my taste.

Because from the day we are no longer us to this day, I am still veiled.

- Humairah

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Fathan pov's.

Tonight is free.

All my duties have been done completely in the college.

I sat on the bed scrolling through my Instagram homepage.

Bored too, usually my night was filled with duty duties and now they are not there.

My name appears on my phone. Papa called.

"Assalamualaikum papa."

I miss papa

"Walaikumsalam fathan, how are you, son?"

"Thank God, pa, how is it? Papa can't be busy. Later papa's sick, pity mama soy sauce and mijitin papa."

Papa chuckles at me.

"Ah, papa is good bang. How's college?" Papa asked.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly continue pa, doain quickly finished yes."

I smiled

"Yes, don't be long over. 4 years is finished anyway."

I accept it in my heart.

"Udah yes, papa wants dinner, assalamualaikum."

Papa.

"Mahalaikumsalam pa."

Papa is like that, calling is only 3 minutes long but more often than umi who occasionally calls but can spend 3 hours.

Just closed the phone, the name abi azmi appeared on my mobile phone screen.

I smiled seeing him.

"Hello assalamualaikum abi."

I'm a little excited.

One second, two seconds.

Why didn't Abi answer my greetings?

"Abi?" I didn't hear abi's voice. I'm starting to worry. Abi why?

"Assalamualaikum brother."

Really, for whatever reason now my heart is shaking.

I don't know if I can be sure if it's a humorous voice or not, but my heart shakes when I hear this voice that I haven't heard in a long time.

Oh, my God, my humor. It's humairahku.

"Eh, walaikumsalam eek."

I try to hide the vibrations of my voice. What's the matter? What made me call you tonight, God?

"How are you doing?"

I asked the news of the girl I had left this behind a long time ago.

The girl who always made me say her name on my every bow without her asking.

I didn't hear the answer.

I heard a sobbing across there.

"So, you cry?"

Although I know sometimes Caca cry because of trivial things, but still see his eyes wet I do not like.

"Switch, adek can't cry."

I'm trying to incline.

When we were 7 years old, when she was crying, I hugged her.

I don't want to see him cry.

And Caca will definitely be quiet after I hug her.

"Devents."

His voice was still trembling, still shivering.

He, my humor cried again in different circumstances and ages.

Ah, I really want to go back to 7 years old now.

"Yes, what's wrong? Hehe, long time no see." As much as possible I diluted the atmosphere so that she would not cry.

O Allah, calm the hearts of humour.

"Abang, when's brother coming home?"

The first question is a question from the public.

Questions that seemed to slap me and made me realize that I had been waiting for too long for my girl.

The question that managed to freeze my tongue, obstructed my brain to think to find answers about when I came home.

"Eh, how about that tanya. Brother here in college."

Again I lied to myself.

Ah, I was confused as to when I would stay like this to the woman I knew for sure she had been carrying too much weight as a result of waiting for me.

Humairah. Forgive brother.

"Adek, sorry brother yes. Brother's late."

Yes, I'm late.

Really late.

My application was preceded by someone else.

I had waited too long for him to wait until someone had preceded me.

"Dragon, I know everything."

I still catch a sob in the side of his words.

Caca knows what? Did abi tell Caca about the promise I made to Abi a few years ago?

"What about promises?"

I can't wait to ask that.

"Yes, everyone knows."

He's still stingy.

God, he knows my feelings. What if Caca hates me because she knows how I feel about her?

What if he won't accept my proposal later if he finds out in an unusual way.

O Allah show the servant the straight path this time.

Do not let the servant wrong in stepping on this time ya rabb.

"Adek, answer the proposal. It's not good to keep others waiting."

I'm sorry to say this.

What if Caca replies that he accepted the proposal and next month will carry out the agreement while I am not ready to hear all the answers? Ah, god.

"Adek has broken up azzam will be a friend as good as adek bang."

Whahuh? Waita minute.

Does that mean Caca rejected a male proposal called azzam?

Thank God, there is still a chance for me to keep my promise to Abi.

Thank you god.

"Alhamdulillah. Why deck?"

I asked the cause.

What else is less than azzam?

Abi once described that azzam had run a boarding school.

That means azzam is well established before its time.

Why did Aisha refuse him?

"Want to wait for my brother's promise."

It feels like my dream now.

She's the girl I always pray for, she's the girl who always reigns in every prostration, the girl who comes later I will always miss as a perfect figure of my religion, waiting for me. Allah rabbi.

"Abang, hurry home. Yes bang, I promise abi a little. Assalamualaikum brother."

I haven't had time to answer his greetings, he has turned off his phone connection.

Whahuh?

He told me to go home soon?

I was hesitant to think about the words Caca just now.

Should I make him wait again?

Or am I coming home on semester break tomorrow and taking her?

Yeah, I should go home and marry her.