Ustad Or Alkash?
Haha, What is Love

The sun feels very stinging compared to the usual days. Meta who had been drinking water in his bottle, suddenly found an idea that he felt he could try. Remembering Zulfia's words yesterday, that she had already left everything to Meta.

"Now you're more than believers, right? It's up to you, Met. You're gonna reveal the truth to your best friend Andin, or you're gonna keep quiet like Diana all this time even though you know everything."

Yep! I have to tell Andin the truth.

Meta continues to try to strengthen its stance. On the other hand, he worried about the feelings of Andin, his best friend. And on the other hand, he was filled to remember the little girl who desperately needed accountability for her presence in this world.

Andin deserves to know everything. I'm sure he'll be more disappointed if I keep quiet.

Meta stepped his foot into the next room. He seemed to be the one who was talking to his friend.

"Can I borrow your phone for a minute?"

"Tumben. What's for?"

"I miss Andin very much."

"It doesn't matter. It's."

Meta received the phone that his friend had lent him. Then he went back to his room, room C12. He quickly opened his diary on the back, which contained Andin's number. Yes, he intentionally recorded it. Remembering Andin's phone number is not just anyone has.

"Andin, it's Meta."

Undeliverable.

Meta flipped through his friend's phone many times. He was still waiting for Andin to reply to his message. And of course, he was thinking about how to start a serious conversation with her.

Ah, if your place is close to the dormitory, then I would prefer to visit you, Ndin. And if so, it will be very difficult to get permission from Ummi. Huh.

The notification sounds.

"Heh, what time did you come back to the dorm yesterday? Why not tell me? I'm looking for you, you know!"

Meta just replied to him.

"Hehe. After the wedding ceremony was over, I just went home because suddenly I met with Ummi and was invited to come home with him. Of course I can't refuse Ummi. You know for yourself, don't you."

Message sent again. For a while, Meta waited for a response from Andin. But before Andin answered, he re-typed something. It seemed, this time he could not help but linger and mince words with her.

"Anden? You're not busy, are you?"

"There's something very important that I need to talk to you about."

The notification reads back.

"What's that about?"

Meta typing again.

"Just get on the phone, huh? Or maybe a video call?"

It didn't take long, suddenly the video call rang. Meta just received it.

"What's up? Or maybe you just miss me, huh?" (say Andin)

"Where are you and with whom?" (say Meta does not mince words)

"In my room. Alone."

"Then, your husband?"

"Ah, he's going to papah's office."

Meta breathed a sigh of relief.

Mercifully.

"Hmmm, Ndin..."

"Hahaha, why does your face look so tense. What's up?" (Andin laughs sumringah)

This time Meta was silent. He kept watching his best friend who laughed so hard. Back again he was presented with a sense of heartlessness that enveloped the wall of his heart. Seeing her best friend who laughed off like that, made her guts to reveal the truth back chirp.

"Heh, why are you so moody?!" (say Andin stopped his laughter)

"Ehem..."

"Met, though,"

Meta takes his face off the camera so Andin doesn't see it. Seeing him who rubbed a sudden round of clear water forced him to fall from his eye sludge.

Meta, don't hesitate! All truth needs to be revealed! Andin deserves to know.

Meta again faced his face on the camera and looked at Andin's face which looked confused.

Meta shook his head.

"Andin..."

"What's the matter exactly?!" (Andin was curious)

"If I reveal a fact to you, even if it hurts so much, would you like to hear it?"

"meaning?"

"Andin, please don't pretend you don't understand me."

This time Andin saw Meta who was crying slowly. Andin understands. Something has happened. He smiled at the smile.

"Is this about my marriage?"

"More precisely about your husband's past."

Meta wiped his crying water a few times. He no longer cared about his pride crying in front of his best friend. He doesn't care about that anymore.

"Say, if you're sincere to say." (Andin's saying still looks at the smile)

Meta was crying. Andin patiently waiting for the next Meta speech.

"Your husband has actually had a daughter. He's almost seven years old. You must trust me, please Ndin. Please please. I'm not lying."

Duars!

Andin silently pegged for a while. Trying to re-digest Meta speech. I hope there is a mistake in his ear this time.

"Met..."

"For God's sake, Ndin! I'm not lying! You can go to her daughter Elle and her mother Elle, her name is Diana's sister."

"You know where they live, Met?"

"Know! Very know! I'll send you an address message later if you want the truth from your own eyes."

Meta was still sobbing in his cries. Andin did not shed any tears. Only, his face really did not look alive at all. He knows, Meta is speaking the truth. Yes, it was clearly visible from his face. From the tears she shed for her pity.

"Andin, forgive me for this. Please forgive."

"I expect that address from you, Met."

Meta nodded his head.

"I know, you're a very strong friend of mine, Ndin."

Andin smiled bitterly. He turned off the video call with Meta after forcing his smile.

Across from there, precisely in the spacious and luxurious room, Andin closed his eyes for a long time. Trying to find the remaining power. Notification reads.

"Kalisapu Village, RT 45, RW 06. Diana's House Anastasia. The answer to all your anxiety is there."

Andin closed his eyes once more, then opened them with the remnants of the power he had. She stepped into her wardrobe and picked up her skirt and branded tunic. Do not forget to also take a matching color veil. He changed his clothes and got ready. After he finished getting ready, he picked up his sling bag and rushed out.

"That's neat. Where are you going, son?"

Kumala's voice made Andin stop his steps.

"Mama, Andin is going to Bandung. There's something important you need to take care of there."

"To the dorm, you mean?"

"It's a long time ago, you're in a hurry."

"Eh wait. Have you asked your husband's permission?"

"Had." (andin told a lie)

"But with the house driver, right?"

"Yes, of course. Oh, my mother."

Andin ran away from Kumala and immediately headed ahead to ask to be escorted by the house driver.

On the way, Andin continued to dig up strength. There are no tears. There is no crying. He remembered all the things that had happened to him. All the pain he began to remember one by one. And now, his piles of pain increased again and made new wounds. In the past, the wounds that were once presented by the papah now began to fade. But this time her husband managed to add and make the wounds that once again remembered. Injury, where there is no real love in his life. Not her father, not her husband now.

Haha, what is love. Love does not exist. There ain't!

SERIATE...