OLD LOVE HAS NOT BEEN LOST (CLBK)
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Bu Asih, his mother Dipta brought his guest into the house. Her guests are none other than Ms. Sinta and her sweet child, Shakila.

"Please sit down Mamah Shakila?" that's how Bu Asih used to call Bu Sinta. Likewise, Ms. Sinta, she used to call Ms. Asih, Mamah Keysha.

"Yes thank you. Oh yeah, there's a little souvenir. Sorry yes Mamah Keysha only bring a little," said Bu Sinta while handing over plastic inscribed with the name of one of the famous bread brands in Jakarta that until now has not opened a branch in the city of Sukabumi.

"Even though you do not have to bother Mamah Shakila" said Bu Asih.

"Nothing is not often," he said with a smile. Ms. Sinta is indeed a nice and smiley person.

She is more beautiful with Muslim clothes that she always wears everywhere. Even if you meet him at a vegetable shop, surely his makeup is always neat and fragrant.

"Where is Mamah Key?" shakila asked wryly while looking for the whereabouts of Keysha and her brother Dipta of course.

"Just got out of La, went to take Luciana to the market," replied Bu Asih. Bu Asih continued his talk again.

"In the meantime I make a drink first," Bu Asih's permission to his guests.

"Not bother," said Bu Sinta forbid it.

"Not bothered. Just a minute!" pinta Bu Asih to his guest.

"When A was created where did Mamah Keysha go?" ask Shakila to the point. There was not the slightest awkwardness from him asking for Dipta.

"Where are ya?! It seems to be in the room" said Bu Asih as he walked into the kitchen.

Hearing his name called Shakila, Dipta immediately tiptoed towards his bed pretending to sleep. At first he was standing behind the door trying to listen to the conversation between his mother, Sinta and Shakila.

As much as possible, Dipta actually wants to avoid Shakila so that it is free from the taste that once existed. Not that the Creator rejected what he felt but he was also actually confused by what feelings he had towards Shakila. If you say this love it feels too fast because it could be just a moment of love because the love of monkeys as children used to remind him back to Shakila.

In less than five minutes, Bu Asih came out with two cups of sweet tea and two jars of snacks.

"Please drink," Bu Asih bargained while placing the cup alternately on the guest table.

Ms. Sinta and Shakila also took the cup and drank the contents little by little. After finishing, Bu Sinta drank it. He opened the conversation again.

"What is the Creator doing, Mom?" asked Bu Sinta while looking towards the closed room door.

"Oh for a moment, I am samper first," replied Bu Asih as he moved from his seat.

"Sorry, Mamah Keysha is disturbing the Creator. You see, we really need to be the same Dipta," said Bu Sinta felt bad for disturbing Dipta with his arrival.

"It's okay with Mamah Shakila. Just a minute!" Bu Asih also entered his son's room by pushing the door slowly.

When the door opened, it was seen that Dipta was lying down and closing his eyes. But Bu Asih knew there was something strange about Dipta because it was not unusual - usually he took a nap. Because Dipta is the least able to take a nap from a child.

Bu Asih also poked the waist of his son. He was too scared and could not pretend to sleep anymore. The weakness of the Dipta is indeed on its fringes. He is most amused if anyone touches his waist. He wouldn't be too smart if he was really asleep.

"Mom's son started lying to me?" whispered mother.

"Mother's Sttt. Tell me I'm sleeping" whispered Dipta.

"Can't lie A. Just meet there! There's no harm, right? We don't know what it means to come here either." His mother disagreed with Dipta if she was asked to lie.

He followed his mother's advice. He got out of his sleep and ruffled his hair as if he had just woken up. They came out of the room one by one.

"Oh, is he sleeping again? Sorry for interrupting." Ms. Sinta again did not feel good to see the look on the face of Dipta who was like waking up.

"It's okay, ma'am. Sorry, Mom has been waiting a long time. What is it gonna take, Mom?" sahut Dipta while taking his sitting position in a chair that is only for one person.

Shakila's round eyes from the beginning of Dipta out of the room never let out the slightest look at Dipta. Dipta realized he was being stared at by Shakila. He just said in his heart 'His eyes always make me clumsy!'

"Nattle? That means how's Mom?" tanya Dipta was confused to catch the direction of the conversation Bu Sinta who was about to take where.

"I meant to help him learn. I heard from Shakila that you opened tutoring at home and Shakila said she wanted to study with Dipta" explained Bu Sinta.

"What about Mom?! I've never taught a High School boy. I have not dared because the material is difficult," subtly rejected Dipta. But the truth that charged him was not his material but the intensity of his encounter with Shakila.

It was inconceivable to him that he had to take a deep breath while teaching Shakila. Because of his unstable emotions, surely the feeling of tightness in his chest will just appear and automatically he will take longer breaths more often to make him more relaxed.

"But Keysha said he would do PR every night with A Dipta!" sergeant Shakila.

'Duh the Keysha why the hell is it that I use the stories all to his friends.' The Creator speaks in his heart.

"Oh yes but it's also because of Keysha's efforts La, I only help what he can't," refuted Dipta.

"But I'm not as smart as Keysha, A. I promise to study hard." Shakila's tone of voice began to be spoiled.

Hearing Shakila's request, Dipta became unable to hear it himself. He accepted Shakila's request.

"alright. Hopefully I can help you to the maximum, La." Agree to the Creator in the end.

"Thank you for the creation!" Bu Sinta was relieved because Dipta finally accepted his son to learn in his guidance.

Although actually Bu Sinta also did not understand why Shakila was so insistent on asking to stop from her tutoring lessons that had been running from the beginning she entered High School and asked to move to the Dipta tutoring room for just learn it at home. But for the sake of his beloved youngest son, he agreed to his request.

"When did I learn A?" shakila asked excitedly.

"If you can do not run out ashar because if it runs out ashar is full of SD and Junior High School children." Reply Dipta while thinking about when Shakila should be able to learn with him.

"When magrib runs out can't be A?" ask Shakila.

"Hm... I could, but I was waiting to get home from the mosque first. So at half-seven, maybe you can just come." Dipta starts to melt in the atmosphere.

"Yes, I can have A. Then we deal, huh?" Shakila asked for certainty.

"Eh belom is. Kan Mamah also want to know about how much the payment?" tukas Bu Sinta to Shakila.

"No need to pay Mom, I just want to help" said Dipta. Bu Asih added.

"Yes, it doesn't. Think of it as group work with Keysha."

"Ah, don't dong! I don't feel good like that" said Ms. Sinta.

"I don't put tariffs on Mom. So yes it is up to Ms. Sinta," said Dipta.

"All right then. Thanks again for the creation."

"Yes, Mom, you're both."

In the depths of his heart, the Creator was still doubtful about the decision he made. Actually, if he could choose, he would rather refuse the request of Shakila and her mother. Because he began to worry that he would really fall in love with the sweet girl.

He chose to never date. He wants one day he can go through the process of ta'aruf to be able to propose girls adoration of his heart and if it suits each other then he stepped into the next level of marriage.

What should she do if she is tempted to date?

It never crossed his mind to date before marriage.

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