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The ringing sound from the phone that indicates a notification of incoming messages from someone's WhatsApp number makes Kartika jerk, then rush to answer the phone and open the contents of the message.
Zakir: Tik, how? So walk, right?
Long Kartika just looked at him, until finally he typed the answer.
Kartika: Okay, where? What'sthetime?
There Zakir exclaimed βyesβ and retyped the message.
Zakir: Garden, yuk! 7 Hours.
Kartika: Emang I was a child invited to the park π
Between wanting to laugh and being anxious with Zakir's idea, Kartika only gave a smile.
Zakir: Is it a child who goes to the park? Lo wrong, Tik, many adults who hang out there cheap just capital cilok same Boba π€£π€£
Kartika: No capital lo ππ
Zakir: Canda, Mouse. Calm down, what do I want.
Zakir: yeah, I'll pick you up later, huh?
Kartika: Okay.
Zakir: π₯°π₯°π₯°
Kartika smiled amusedly at the form of emoticons in Zakir's last chat. The smile still lingered until she was unaware that her parents had returned home from the hospital. His father had acute stomach acid, so he often went to the hospital to check.
"So excited to smile on his own, until mama greeting not answered,β protest mama when she saw her son smiling himself while looking at HP. Mama sat her body on the sofa to the right of Kartika as well as the father who sat to the left of her child.
"Sorry, Ma, Tika didn't listen. How's Papa doing, healthy?"
"Alhamdulillah, but the doctor said Papa should not be soy sauce."
"Tu, Pah." Kartika turned to her papa, "Papa should rest a lot, and should not be tired!" While massaging his papa's hands slowly.
Kartika feels pity with the state of his papa which looks more and more days the older even thinner. He promised to study hard, and put aside other affairs so that when he graduated, he would easily get a job and could help his parents.
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In a manly room that belonged to Harsa, there had been a commotion in the morning, the culprit who was none other than Zakir. Make the owner of the room not out of thought, what dreams he had last night, when he woke up to meet the Bokir.
"Sa, wake up, woy! Go, jog!" How many times did he shake his friend's body with the same cry. Wishing his best friend to wake up and obey his wishes.
However, after the tenth cry Harsa finally opened his eyes, it was also lazily, "Fuck, anyway, Zak. It's a day off, I want to sleep as much as possible" said Harsa with a distinctive raucous voice waking up.
"Chicken meat," Harsa argued quickly.
"Patok people, it's. Lo sustenance, right, Widya. Do you want Widya to be taken by Nathan first?
Harsa snorted angrily, Zakir could discuss it early in the morning. Just make his mood break. He also sat down. "What's wrong? tumben lo ngajak jogging, usually also lo the hardest to get up in the morning," asked Harsa.
"There's nothing, I just want to be healthy."
Harsa poked her lips at the sign of not being able to accept her best friend's answer. "Say you want to confide, early in the morning to my house!" guess Harsa. The man has memorized the habits of his friend who is pretentious to jogging, but at the ends of the peg to ask for an opinion or have to listen to the complaints of his best friend.
Harsa's guess is correct. Zakir was upset, because his plan to invite Kartika for the road was a failure. The girl reasoned that she could not get out, because her papa was sick. Until finally they went through the night with a phone call only.
Kartika tells about the condition of her papa and also about her hope. From there Zakir can conclude, that the girl does not want to be in a relationship with anyone including Zakir, before her hopes are realized. Although from Kartika's own attitude Zakir can feel the girl there is also a sense with her.
"How about Widya, Sa?" Zakir shifted his problem, instead discussing about Harsa's feelings towards Widya.
"I mean, lo?"
"Everybody knows you pinter, Sa. Do not let your image be destroyed by your answer. You're not that stupid to mean my question."
Harsa chuckled with Zakir's chatter. "What should I answer? that question is specific. I asked Widya. Yeah, I'm the same Widya .. yeah, that's it. I guess what you saw." While lifting both shoulders Harsa won over Zakir.
"No intention to express your feelings, Sa? Are you afraid Widya will be with Nathan? Your chance will be lost, Sa." Zakir's successive questions astonished Harsa. Actually who wants to confide in Zakir what is he, anyway? But Harsa answered. Actually that's how Zakir looks for a solution to his problem. He wanted to hear the way Harsa responded to the same feelings he felt now.
"Zak, I love Widya, but I don't have the courage to express this feeling, I'm afraid that it makes her uncomfortable with our friendship. I don't have the confidence to express this feeling to him anymore, after what I did to him first. Let it be as it is now I'll be there when he needs me."
"Lo wasn't afraid of him being with Nathan, and finally he didn't have a chance."
Harsa flicked her shoulders, "You know what else, she's closer to Nathan than I am. You've heard the phrase 'the highest form of love is lovemaking'. Well, you alone with Tika how? How, instead it's me, anyway, who you told me to confide?"
Zakir grinned to show a row of white teeth, then said mutely, "I think I want to like aja, deh. Loving in silence." Zakir's reply instantly made Harsa laugh, seeing the unusual look on Zakir's face.
"Emang why? You rejected Tika? If I see, anyway, Tika seems to like you too."
"No idea, I was. I have not expressed my feelings to him, but he has given me a signal, if he does not want to date anyone, including me. He just thinks about his family. His father is sickly, while we know he has two sisters who still need a lot of money for college later. I feel sorry for him and salute him, and it makes my love grow for him."
"What is your decision then?" ask Harsa curiously.
"Like you, I will still love him and always be by his side, always ready for him when I need him. Love does not have to have, but if we have a match, God will give way."
"Aamiin .. so wise my best friend is!" While proposing both thumbs Harsa overcame Zakir's decision. He is also proud to see his best friend who looks more mature, not as usual who only looks funny.
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