OLD LOVE HAS NOT BEEN LOST (CLBK)
Sweet Girl

A month already the father of Dipta left them. Slowly they can also mengikhlaskan the sudden departure of his father.

His father died in an accident while on his way to deliver goods to Jakarta.

Because the cause of his death was a work accident, they get considerable compensation from the company where his father worked.

Their manners used to open a food stall and spread stalls seblak owned by his mother who had existed before.

The terrace of the house is the only place that can be used as a basic food stall as well as a seblak stall because their simple homes tend to be narrow.

Therefore, now Dipta and the family can no longer sit around relaxing on the porch of the house because the terrace is full of merchandise his mother.

Merchandise purchased includes two types of rice size two large sacks, cooking oil size one liter ten pieces, eggplant one crate, flour one large sack, and sugar sand one large sack.

Then bathroom fixtures such as bath soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, detergent, clothes fragrance and shampoo.

Then children's snacks such as candy, chiki, chocolate, biscuits, milk uht and sausages are ready to eat.

His mother's campground is named Warung Pak Iman. That was the name of his late father.

The plan is new tomorrow Dipta and his family open the stall. Therefore today they are busy tidying up the stalls.

When Dipta was cleaning the shop, a guest came. Her guest is a sweet girl who had made Dipta recall her childhood memories.

He was also a bit surprised!

"Assalamualaikum Aa."

"Vaalaikumsalam. Uh Keysha's friend, huh?" ask Dipta.

"Yes. Keyshanya there?"

"There's a inside. Yes wait!" The creator shouted to his sister.

"Key's got his friend!"

"Yes..," said Keysha from the kitchen.

"Eh Shakila! Enter La. Well you bring what the hell bother," said Keysha while herding Shakila in.

"Not bother with Key. I'm here to give my Mom a hand for your mom" Shakila said as she opened the black plastic she was carrying.

Shakila's? Shakila the little boy who used to be bullied and made cry? A kid who often chases with him?

The little boy whose hair is often braided in two and he pulls his hair as if riding a delman.

A child who has more pocket money than friends his age.

A spoiled little boy who can always get everything he wants just by crying in front of his mother and father.

A cute, funny and cute little boy but also a crybaby. Is she really Shakila?

If it is true, the Creator does not really recognize it. Shakila is so different. Now she looks more mature with a headscarf covering her hair. No more braid pigtails like before.

Dipta did not think Keysha was still good friends with Shakila. He never knew who his sister was hanging out with.

Keysha has never brought a friend home. Maybe because the mother once reminded him not to often bring friends home. The reason mom is because she said she was embarrassed if she could not serve good food.

So all this time Keysha who plays more often to his friend's house.

Unbeknownst to Dipta, Keysha and Shakila have been friends since they were in Kindergarten. Even the elementary school, Junior High School, and High School are the same.

Hearing that there were guests, mother came out to meet Shakila.

"When did you come here, La?" asked Keysha's mother while extending her hand to shake hands with Shakila.

Shakila kissed his hand politely.

"Ouch. Thank you La. Greetings to your mother."

"Yes Ma'am, I'll say hello" Shakila said with a smile.

"What do you want to drink?" ask Keysha's mother.

"Not bother Mom." Refuse smooth.

"Not bothered! Yeah, I made you some sweet tea first." She went to the kitchen, leaving Shakila and Keysha.

Not long Shakila and Keysha also began to talk to tell everything as they usually do when they meet each other.

She brought a cup of sweet tea for Shakila.

"Drink La tea."

"Yes, thank you. By the way, where is Lusiana, ma'am?" ask Shakila.

"Let's take a shower in the bathroom." Answer Mother.

"Yes, I went to the kitchen first to finish cooking." Pamit Keysha's mother.

"Yes, please."

Dipta also entered the house and glanced at Shakila who was busy chatting with Keysha.

And again glance at Dipta kerggok Shakila. The girl smiled sweetly.

'Be caught again!' Say the word created in the heart.

The creation passed by a little awkwardly. He went to the kitchen and picked up the fried tempeh that mom had just cooked.

After that he returned to the TV room and sat on the carpet while turning on the TV which was still in a state of off.

The TV room and living room are not separated only limited to the guest chair only. Because the house of Dipta is simple.

So Shakila and Dipta could still see each other.

Although the Dipta turned his back on them, Shakila's gaze was always on the back of the Creator.

So was Dipta, although his eyes were fixed on the TV but his ears continued to hear and pay attention to the chatter between Shakila and Keysha.

It seems that Dipta is starting to get curious about this sweet girl.

Before long his mother and Luciana came out of the kitchen carrying a basket of rice, a bowl of asem vegetables, a plate of fried tempeh, a small bowl of sambal, and a plate of omelet that had been divided into five parts.

"La, eat with yuk! But yes, the menu is just this way, there is no fried chicken or fried fish." Take Keysha's mother.

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry yet." Push down Shakila gently.

"Well La, eat yuk. I am laper. I ate but the guest didn't eat." Take Keysha.

"Yes," said Shakila asserted Keysha's invitation.

They also immediately sat in a circle on the carpet in front of the TV in the middle of which was available menu of mother's cuisine.

The position of Dipta is opposite to Shakila. I don't know why this time it was the wrong way. He felt that the sweet girl's round eyes were staring at him. To the point that the Creator did not dare look back at him.

Shakila is indeed a sweet girl but she does not seem naive let alone shy. He was brave enough to look at a man who was in front of him.

The opposite with the Creator. He often looks down or looks the other way. Because the girl's eyes were more than enough to make her clumsy.

What exactly is that sweet girl?

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