The Wind I Throw Love
Episode.28.reuni Akbar

The good news is coming to me now, at the end of this year in a special month for me.

the silent night was broken by a sudden storm, yes the noise of my phone rang so loud, apparently the tone of his voice was at level four.

like this my message came in. I saw my phone in the corner of my room.

true yes it is true that there is a letter box sign that there must be an incoming message that has not been read. when I open...

hah .. here's the invitation...

but what an invitation.....

at first it only looks the form of an invitation without knowing what the content is because it is so small.

just realized that on my phone I have not yet Lik zoom.

tara's....

it was so clear what the invitation was.

the event committee invited alumni whose year included my first year.it invited to strengthen the friendship between students in each generation with teachers in this school.

please be very present....

that is the sound of the invitation by listing the time of its implementation.

I also returned the message.

god willing if there are no obstacles I present.that is my answer.ok thanks in reply back.

the reunion time is just another day, it's another day, it's the exact morning tomorrow.

tonight my heart is a little troubled, am I present tomorrow morning....?I asked in my own heart.

why am I confused..

if allowed I would come

I miss my teacher and my friend.

long time no one met and met them....

I had to go to bed early in the morning to wake up. So do the homework early too because I will attend the reunion.

I woke up in the morning and as usual, I did not want my good plan to be hindered by so much homework.

every time I finished all my work, I took another bath because in the taste of my sweat a lot came out because my morning activity was so dense from cooking, washing.pel, watered flowers to the porch.

ahem.....

I felt it when I finished the shower.

confused when I open my closet .

which one..

at first I picked up my beautiful pink dress ..

when I see it in the glass like her we fit in, because it's not a party.

I'm re-selecting the clothes I'm going to wear.

like her if wearing modern batik clothes would be comfortable and more appropriate.

I wear my batik writing in green and black pants.

hijab blends the color of my clothes.

the invitation was at eight o'clock, so at seven I started to leave.

I went alone, I don't know who my friend left, which obviously was spread over a month ago.

when I arrived at the front gate of my school first, my chest suddenly shook violently irregularly.My cold eyes dripped like ice water.cold.

oh my God, why does this feeling appear like when I met a young man in a black jacket first

I don't know, I hope not..

but coming or not is none of my business

I've thrown this feeling far away.

I parked my bike in front of the mosque in my school area, next to the school store, where when I was at school he was the manager of the store.

why is this heart growing more and more uncertain taste.

without caring about the feeling in my heart, I step my foot towards the event area.

the sound of the committee invited the reunion participants to enter the tent area that has been provided.

when I arrived at the event area, I was greeted kindly by the committee wearing uniform.

like them they are the originators of this activity.

I was with my sister behind me to the snake table and I was told to sign a paper that had been provided as proof of our presence.

after I took a snack and headed towards the tent, the moon was surprised I heard a voice that was familiar to me and I saw him on the stage.

right.it's true he's the jacketed young man.

it sounded in my ears.

"welcome..make alumni special for me, please sit in the chair we have provided"

as if my footsteps did not rest, I swung until I sat under the tent.

the front row in the sopa chair was my great teacher first, I put 🍰 and I immediately greeted and kissed them.

I sat back on the chair I had placed the cake in, and soon the clouds came and greeted me.

hello deck...

how are.....

Thank God you can be here.

I kept silent a thousand bases.not answering what he said.

I could only look at her with a smile but my heart was shaking more and more like I could not believe there was her in front of me.

I was so wrong with the behavior of the bag was all wrong for me, I was honestly nervous really nervous.

he and I chatted while enjoying the box cake.

after about 20 minutes, the old man left me and headed for the stage,

apparently he was the MC of this show.

after the event opened, the man contributed a song.This song reminds me of when I was with him at this school.

he was singing it to me on purpose.

a song called love story at school.

on the stage he said my name clearly as time passed by just a day when decades passed.

activities in the contents of the friendly meeting and souvenir giving for all teachers who attended.

after the closing ended with a meal together.

the clouds came back to me and ate together beside me, after we prayed before eating,the first cloud fed me. I closed my mouth tightly and shook my head in a sign that I was unable to take a bribe from him.but the cloud still forced me and persuaded me to take his first bribe,I also end up feeding her like she did to me.

while we talk a little past.oh the past is so beautiful but all that is just a memory.

after I finished eating, I intended to go home, I said goodbye and the clouds drove me to the garage, the clouds diverted the road I passed this morning, I said,the clouds deliberately traced the road where I used to be and the road clouds together usually pass this road by holding my friendly hands before going home.

we also came home looking clouds waving and smiling sweetly we parted in different directions but certainly one goal is our respective residence.