Marrying the First Love
Episode 57's

The next morning, Thubi did not find Lubi in his room. By opening his eyes slowly.

Thubi peeked at Lubi being engrossed in reading his diary of the past.

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A story they passed a few years ago. Before his memory is forgotten.

Thubi several times slipped letters and poems to women he liked but there was never an answer. Until that time Thubi could not see the woman of his heart anymore. Just a brief reply he found on his desk. He still kept the letter of the dozen years that had been shabby.

The introduction was very short. Curious to repeat the meeting. I don't know how many times I've passed by who can't see the eyes.

The secret love she chose.

In the woman named Lubi, all social media followed her for the sake of the woman adoring her heart. But there's no instagram, facebook, twitter, Wa or anything about Lubi.

Ordinary woman who is somehow so special at every glance.

each passing beat of his heart spurred violently, until not restrained, sweat a grain of corn began to pour.

Did you know that Thibil's heart still flowed unceasingly, from a distance of three meters the scent of his beloved woman continued to lurk.

Is this really love? or curious a few times in the row?

Lubi, the smart woman with the edge of achievement, who doesn't recognize her. Every movement has parental control.

Only certain people can approach it.

Mobile phones are under the supervision of mothers who like daily security. Highlight sharp eyes like cctv ready to detect anyone with suspicious gestures.

Thubi is now stealing glances trying to slip letters in books that he often reads in the library.

Thibil had memorized it, by gulping, a letter he wrote last night with a series of poems that he contemplated in order to steal the attention of Lubi.

As usual, Lubi's clock took time to the library.

Thubi's scenario worked out precisely the book Lubi would borrow.

The first success of the approach, however, was whether the letter was read Lubi, or dropped before it was read. A lot of preconceptions are raging.

Since then Lubi moved schools, because his parents moved duties.

Until tomorrow morning, right on Thubi's desk, tucked in the same paper.

Thubi. Squeezing paper.

"Save your love, save your writing someday, an opportunity that will take away your love."

Either it's rejection or something. Thubi still keeps the crumpled paper.

He is now number one in two companies. Until now he is still alone, never met Lubi first love, the feeling is so bland.

Several times he was betrothed, but whether he avoided, many women were ready to marry, but Thubi remained faithful to his first love.

But one week ago his feelings were shattered, a meeting with Lubi who was busy shopping for baby supplies. It is thought that his mind is beginning to master, what a mess of pent-up feelings, so limp. Thibil abandoned the intention to greet him first.

Lubi has changed a lot, so graceful and mature. Her soft hijab is so in line with the robe, shoes and bags she wears.

So long Thubi did not see the face, but the meeting was not wearing with a pile of baby equipment. Thubi is still looking for where is Lubi's husband?

Thubi chose to leave that place. Trying to strengthen his feelings, he should not believe in first love, and he should have closed the old sheet.

Thubi did not see her first love again. Now he looked down at his cellphone, some calls from his busy mother who wanted to betroth him with his son's friends.

Thubi picked up his phone, for no reason much he agreed to the meeting. Her inner voice is so strong as to forget.

This is the way to forget his first love. And forget about Lubi immediately.

Congratulations on closing the unrequited love.

Lubi from far away accidentally turned towards Thubi's body which was behind him.

Lubi was right that posture, as if in disbelief, he recalled the man, so familiar in his sight.

A dozen years ago.

The letter, yes, the letter he sent was covered by the school.

Was the letter delivered?

Did Thubi read it?

Or was the letter just hidden?

Until the secret of Lubi's heart no one knows.

..............

From far away Lubi bit his lips, looking at a pregnant woman accompanied by her husband looking at every baby trinkets. Lubi let out a sigh that almost caught up, what was less than Lubi was already beautiful, smart and his career was brilliant but why was he so difficult to open his heart.

Lubi had cursed inwardly, what because Lubi's parents were protective in school and college, forbidding courtship or not allowed to approach the adam.

As a result, now he is in trouble, all his friends are married. Dwi is pregnant young, Shiren is busy taking care of her twin babies while Vio is busy preparing for his wedding.

Lubi was betrothed several times by her parents, but there was always nothing wrong with her husband's candidates, because Lubi was too choosy.

But marry once in a lifetime? He did not want to choose wrong.

I really don't want the wrong people who will not be happy.

If only he was the same as his friends had been dating from High School era. Maybe Lubi now has no trouble finding a husband.

His age will step on the number 29 next year has a head of three, the time until now everywhere is always alone.

Astagfirullah, Lubi sat up to remind his shaky heart of circumstances. Whatever happens, God may have saved my best soul mate. Be patient, prejudiced and...

Lubi was still thinking about the letter he sent to the school security guard.

A dozen years ago an old story that kept his mind in his mind.

But until now, I have not received a reply.

" After all, that's it..."

Lubi threw away the delusion of the man who had sent him poetry before he moved, because his father at that time moved.

Lubi's hand this time chose a gift for baby twins Shiren's best friend.

If this time she chose cute baby clothes for her son, and can be accompanied by her husband.

Lubi shook his head slowly.

"Stop..."

Lubi has distinguished himself many times, he refocused himself from his chaotic daydreams.

There appeared a shadow of a man in front of the glass door.

Lubi retraced trying to get closer, but the man turned his back on Lubi.

Heart beat with an irregular rhythm.

Lubi was getting curious.

The man was picking up the phone not long down and then

Upright walk.

But Lubi had trouble seeing his face because a pair of pregnant wives passed in front of Lubi.

The glasses guy was no longer there.

Lubi searched around but no longer found.

Lubi breathed a disappointed sigh.

His phone rang, cutting off his daydream.

A voice told him to go home quickly.

Lubi hastened his steps towards the cashier.

Parked accidentally Lubi dropped the car keys, just below the car that was next to his car.

Before long, the man's voice greeted. So familiar.

"Can anyone help?"

Deg.

The voice was not heard for so long, Lubi still knew the voice.

Deg.

Lubi looked slowly.

The figure of the face, so long a dozen years he did not meet.

Lubi remained silent.

Everyone is frozen.

Highlight that gaze, he never forgot it at all, really wanted it to feel like he lost his memory at that moment.

"Mba why?"

The voice of the woman beside it was even more striking, like lightning during the day.

"Is he married? Istrinya?" Lubi sat in again, still riveted.

Many questions in his brain were instantly filled.

"Lock my car..." Lubi showed me under the car beside him.

The man took Lubi's car keys.

There was no smile or greeting from the man.

Like a stranger who has just met.

Does he not remember me? Or is this self hoping for more?

Lubi.

Until many times the man wagged his hand in front of Lubi.

"This is the car key."

The spirit of Lubi seemed to leave his body, now trying to return, to the reality if it seemed like the man did not remember it at all.

Lubi tried to smile.

"Thank you..."

Lubi did not dare to look into those eyes, choosing to look down.

The farewell was so fast the man passed with the woman beside him disappearing into the car.

Lubi was glued, still silent. At

outside the car stared slowly at the car next to it turning on the engine.

Lubi secretly watched the man driving from the windshield

Which reflects the shadow of his car.

Lubi's heart seemed to crumble for a moment.

At least, his curiosity was answered.

No more waiting for long replies from the man who sent him his poetry first in school.

Lubi's feelings ran aground that once glorified first love, now he has realized, should immediately marry it better, than he experienced the love of no man.

With a round of diligence maybe you should quickly accept his mother's offer,

Maybe this is the path God gave him.

From far away the shadow of Lubi is still stared at from the rearview mirror of a car that drove slowly leaving Lubi silent alone.

Thubi regretted, feelings raged.

He should have fought for the rare meeting but his ego was more heightened.

Why is Lubi alone? where's husband? carrying groceries alone, to help him get the key did not appear, or maybe Lubi is still alone?

Ma'am Tira now pats Thubi on the shoulder.

"Hey...why bengong? you knew the girl just now?"

Thubi spontaneously shook his head.

"It's not familiar, but why are you two looking at each other directly."

"It just so happens to be mba."

Mba Tira smiles to herself.

"Would you come in the afternoon to see your daughter?"

Thubi did not answer busy with his own thoughts.

"Nantimony you know, if the candidate is beautiful like a girl earlier."

chirps Mba Tira.

And that's Lubi. That first love was reunited.

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Lubi drifted with his own thoughts. She had lived through a time with her husband. That bond now why should it stretch? Lubi this time holding a wedding ring that he made a necklace pendant.

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