The Perfect First Love

The Perfect First Love
What an annoying meeting


''Sorry.'' Syakilla said to the man who turned out to be a very handsome man.


''It's fine, I'm also sorry for not paying attention to my steps just now .'' Answer the man.


''I was wrong for being rushed and not looking into my steps, once again I apologize.'' Syakilla said she felt that she was the one who was guilty of crying to the point of not paying attention to her steps.


''Well, there is no need to blame each other here we are equally wrong for not paying attention to the road, sorry are you crying?.'' Said the man smiling.


''Ahh I'm not just a flickering.'' Syakilla replied lying.


''If so, then not pa, right?.'' The man smiled again.


''Excuse me first.'' Said Syakilla wanted to avoid the man because Syakilla felt that lingering with the man was not safe for his heart health.


''I'm sorry I even invite you to chat yes, if so please, want to continue crying ya.'' Said the man mocking Syakilla with a charming smile.


''Ahh.'' Syakilla did not understand the direction of the man's mind unconsciously Syakilla smiled instead.


''Sweet.'' Slowly said the man


''I'm sorry you said what?.'' Syakilla asked confusedly with the man in front of her but was able to divert the pain in her heart and forget the incident inside the cafe.


''I said you're so sweet is that wrong?.'' The man said plainly and frankly.


''Do you have any more problems.'' Syakilla asked in surprise because Syakilla saw the man in front of her very frankly and spoke slack from earlier when they did not know each other.


''I have no problem what, only I am kind to you again because I saw you crying earlier, you can not lie to me, said the man.


''Having heard you speak made my head hurt even more.'' Syakilla.


''What do I need to bring to the hospital.'' Ask the man a little laugh.


''Are you healthy?.'' Syakilla asked involuntarily Syakilla talked a lot with a man who usually really does not like to talk for long with a man let alone this they do not know each other.


''I am very healthy after seeing you here.'' Said the man


''I think you are really sick again.'' Syakilla


''Wouldn't we rather speak inside, let it be more relaxed than at a door like this where we block the way.'' Take the guy again.


'' You're really not sane.'' Syakilla left the man.


But instead of being insinuated or what the man was again just smiling by holding her captive made Syakilla's heart tremble a little and honestly Syakilla had only first met the man like the man she was before today his entire life.


''May we meet again, sweet.'' Shouted the man because Syakilla was far from him without shame because of their position again in public places must be many pairs of eyes that see it.


''I forgot to ask her name.'' Mumbled the man


''I guess he's really a crazy guy and what's wrong with my heart earlier.It's probably because of Papa just now.'' Syakilla was already in his car.


''Why am I thinking about that sane man!.'' He muttered again and drove his car home.


On the way home and almost to his house Syakilla realized one thing, namely his cheeks were red because of the slap of Papa and his stepmother.


''What should I say to Mama?.'' Syakilla


''Am I being honest but ahh I am confused as to what?.'' Brought to himself.


Syakilla finally came home with a feeling of waswish to hope that his mother is not home so she does not need to talk anything for now.


Right up to his house Syakilla saw the car Sang Mama had parked neatly in the garage.


''It's true that I'm unlucky today, I met Papa and got slapped, met a man who is not sane, and now has to face Mama, but it's easy for Mama in her room and not see me. Syakilla Umbrella.


Inevitably if Syakilla met the Mama she had to face it and say frankly than Mama knew from others it would be even more dangerous. And maybe while in the cafe someone recorded and uploaded it on social media.


''Oh Allah, may Mama be in her room at this time and not see my return, Aamiin.'' Syakilla Prayer Syakilla.


Nervously Syakilla went into his own house and settled down like a thief using a mask to cover his reddened face. At first he thought it was safe to not see his mother but when he was about to enter his own room someone patted him on the shoulder. Syakilla turned around heartily hoping it wasn't her Mom but it was impossible since they were alone at home.


''Didn't Mama ever teach you manners when you entered the house? and why are you wearing a mask like that?.'' Ask Mama Rosa because Syakilla did not say hello and just entered.


''So Syakilla said hello to Ma, Mama aja who did not hear.'' Notya apologized but Syakilla instead added trouble for herself.


''Did you say Mama didn't hear? mama's ears still work well Qilla even though Mama is old.'' Mama Rosa said she grabbed Syakilla's ear inside her hijab slowly.


''Sick Ma.'' Syakilla


''Why not say hello earlier and settle down like a thief, and take off your mask .'' Ask Mama Rosa to let go of Syakila's ear.


''That's... Ma , a.pa.'' Syakilla replied with a stutter.


''You are no longer hiding anything Mama kan Qilla.'' Mama Rosa asked, suspicious of Syakilla.


''Eng.gak kok Ma, Syakilla again cold so Qilla pack mas.ker, yes'' answered Syakilla still stuttering.


''Mama does not believe, open the mask or not Mama who released.'' Said Mama Rosa again suspicious of Syakilla.


''Really, Ma, Qilla again colds so pack a mask later mama contracted the virus, Mama is not afraid.'' Syakilla


''Haaassyiimm.''


''That's Ma.'' Said Syakilla again pretending to sneeze.


''No, my mom still can't believe the mask.'' Mama Rosa said without waiting for Syakilla to answer again Mama Rosa had removed the mask that covered Syakilla's face.


''Astaqfirullahalazim, Qilla what happened to your face? who did this Mama replied honestly Qilla Mama never taught you to lie so Mama replied.'' Mama Rosa was surprised to see Syakilla's cheeks flushed red.


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