
"Who is this Barli? When did I know someone named Barley? But I know this place. I've been there. In the picture, I was sitting on my back to the camera. And, as I recall, I never exposed this picture of me?" Vey tried to remember, with anyone he used to go Bromo. Too bad it's been a long time. Five years ago when he was in college his first semester.
Then, Vey sent a message in his college class group first.
^^^"Hey, Rek, we used to be in the early semester, to Bromo who are you, huh?"^^^
Someone typing.
"That time there were only four people."
^^^"Then did outsiders come?"^^^
"She, Vey."
"Ten people" wrote another friend.
^^^"Anyone who still has a photo file together?"^^^
"There may. By @shinta."
"@shinta? Request dong file. Mine ain't got nowhere."
Shinta posted two still-behind photos in her social media archive. Vey furrowed his brows as he looked at the faces one by one in the photo with jelly.
^^^"That there used to be a Barli?"^^^
"Barli?" ask Shinta.
One of my friends replied, "I used to be in. There's no such thing as Barley."
"That's? Thanks." Thanks."
"Ih, this must be Mas Abi's job." He suddenly thought so.
"Who knows Mas Abi is also jail so. Just wild his son bar-bar. It can also be the most. Looks like a cold snob. I have to ask him," he thought later.
He just sent a message. Mumpung Abiman is online. He's typing fast. Hounded off.
^^^"Mas Abi ngaku!"^^^
"?"
"Sign me doang?" inner Vey.
^^^"If you want to invite me to meet mending directly, deh. π€¨ππ"^^
"π€π€π€."
^^^"π€."^^^
"π ."
^^^"βοΈπ οΈβοΈ."^^^
"Just woke you up, Na?"
^^^"No."^^^
"Continue?"
^^^"Nandraff."^^^
"Ooo."
^^^"Bunder."^^^
^^^"We are both adults, but the edges must be rich little children. π₯±π₯±."^^^
"I'm a grown man."
^^^"You mean I'm childish?"^^^
"You said it yourself."
^^^"OKAY. I'm going to the point."^^^
"Monggos."
Vey sent me a photo, the parcel.
"What is this, yes, that means?"
"Well?" inner Vey. Realizing that it was not Abimana who sent, he quickly deleted the photo.
"Mis-send or?"
"I think I'm wrong, deh," her mind again.
"I just found out that you're the one ..."
Vey hissing.
^^^"Why? π."^^^
"Most ..."
^^^"What? ππ."^^^
"Fill yourself. Right I give you a hundred."
^^^"π§π§π."^^^
"Maybe it's from your fans."
^^^"Fans?"^^^
"GUND-KIN."
^^^"I'm not an artist."^^^
"Ma?"
"Give me my ring!"
Vey sizzled again. Piqued. According to him, Abhimana was a strange man.
Vey sent a voice note. "OKAY. I give it back." With a half-holding tone of annoyance.
"E'ek's kebelet?"
"I was surprised, why if this same man I could suddenly sprained, want to mosquito, want to sngarong mulu. Patience, Vey. Sabaaar." Vey stroked his chest. Breathe out.
Abimana also sent a voice note. "Nanaa? Na ... Na ... Na ...Na ..."
^^^"Gaje." Vey interrupted his conversation.^^^
"Mine, Nana. I'm waiting for you to return my ring." Abimana laughs through voice notes.
Vey called.
π"Take it yourself. Who used to let me take it?"
π"I."
π"Eat him. Take that ring. Rather than idle in the drawer."
π"When is the time?"
π"No need to wait for me, right? Kala was home. If I'm not around, you can ask her to help."
π"You why is it bad? Is there a problem if I take the ring?"
π"No. Don't you. The ring is also kegedean. Why."
π"Oooo."
Vey turned it off right away.
"Why did he take his ring? It's not mine either. Like I said at the time, the ring deserves to be in the hands of women more than me. Who's more patient with her strangeness."
Tomorrow.
After school, the house is still empty. However, Vey found something on the terrace. He looked to the left, but there was no one.
"flower?" Vey picked up the bouquet of red roses. Again he looked.
There's a letter tied to one chocolate bar. "Just keep the ring until your heart changes."
"Haah? Who sent Mas Abi? You say it can't be this romantic? She sent flowers? How can I still not believe it, huh?" muttered.
Then he entered the house. Put the bouquet on the living room table. After he changed his uniform for a shirt, there was something like knocking on the door. Twice.
"Are people throwing stones?" She's curious.
Come along with another bouquet of flowers. Greater. There is also a letter. "Well, how are you?" Without sender's name.
"This question is ...?
Vey running. Heart's pounding. Walk around here and there, make sure there are people or not. He kept looking in any direction like a confused person. He looked back at the bouquet.
"Whoever sent this flower, please come out!" She begged.
Silent. There was only the sound of the wind blowing away the dry leaves. Leaf towards his feet.
"Okay if you don't want to go out. Thank's the flower." Vey sounded alone. However, he was sure the sender of the bouquet was still hiding around him.
"I must go" he murmured as he entered the house.
He took a jacket in the cantolan, a ring in the drawer, a mask, and a motor lock.
Wusshhhhh!
Not because of the crowded Abimana Vey stalls did not want to enter, but he just did not want to meet with Abimana's parents. He hoped to see Abimana in front of the house. His call ringing was ignored. Twice.
"Mother?" call Bu Cipto.
"Dam."
Vey had to get closer.
"Cock came here?"
"Yes, Buk, sorry. I'd like to see Mas Abi for a minute."
"Abimana just came to your house. I want something important. Did you make a pact that you came here, and the Abiman went to your house?"
"A lot better than that or just now, Buk?"
"Yes new. Five minutes at most."
"Lha the bouquet??" his inner.
"What is there to do? I'll tell you later."
"Emm .. not so, Buk. Next time."
"Nana, I'm gonna have a little chat for a second. Can, right?"
"Oh, yes, Buk."
Bu Cipto directs to the terrace of the house only.
"Mom's sorry, yeah. Abhimana does have a rather rigid attitude. If Ibuk attention all this time, after he went home, he was indifferent to many women except you, Nduk. I've listened to you several times on the phone. Abhimana has never been like that before. Lately he has been busy with LBB development funds. Not to mention he was tiaaap day hero wiri to the cottage. My mother was really pity. He's tired." That sentence is just an explanation. However, implied the meaning of the petition.
Vey can clearly capture that hope.
"But why did Mas Abi tell me to return the ring? Is it possible that I didn't meet Mas Abi at this time because so I could listen to his mother talk like that?" He's suddenly agitated.
Congratulations on the 23rd Ramadan. I don't think we're almost at the end. We will soon be celebrating the Fitri day. Moga getting excited. In these last nights, may we be part of the people who are able to feel the peace of the night Lailatul Qadar and be able to pick up his great reward. Aami.. Thanks everyone.. panjenengan all ππππ. π€π€π€π₯π