Aksara For Arsyilla
His wife Aksara
Picking for a moment left Tiara seemingly in disbelief with what she was hearing right now. The woman complained as if non-stop. How could his upperclassman whom he had long liked, in fact had married.
His wife?
It's not wrong.
What a good woman it is.
The face is also standard, the body is also standard.
Wait for me everywhere. How could he possibly be his wife Kak Aksara.
Tiara felt that Arsyilla did not deserve to be with Aksara. All of this is based on his jealousy. In Tiara's eyes right now, it was highly unlikely that the woman would be Aksara's wife, after all if the man had been married, why had there never been any news of his marriage.
Meanwhile, Aksara took Arsyilla room tour to her class first. Class XII IPA 2 is the Aksara class.
"This is my class, Syilla," the man said as he took Arsyilla into the classroom.
Years have passed, but nothing has changed. The arrangement of student desks and chairs, the placement of whiteboards, even teacher desks. As if everything was still in its place.
"Where were you sitting, brother?" arsyilla asked her husband.
Aksara then walked a little, towards a bench and a chair that was near the window. The third bench from behind, yes it is the seat of the Aksara.
"Here" he answered.
"You are not in high school, you like to sit behind me" Arsyilla said to her husband.
It was all because from the beginning met Aksara in class and until now her husband was always sitting in the back row. Never once did Aksara sit in the middle or back row.
"Do you want me to sit at the front?" ask the man.
"As much as you do Kak, it is important the results of your quiz and your value" said Arsyilla.
Aksara then smiled, "Sitting in High School used to determine achievement. In the past the pinter-pinter usually sat in the front row, which is less pinter sitting in the middle, the lazy school sitting at the back," he said.
"You're a pinter, so why sit in the back?" ask Arsyilla again.
"I don't want to look like Syilla. In high school and college, I sat in the back. Only if the problem gets your heart, I become the one who is in the front row," said Aksara wholeheartedly.
In reality, that is the character. Even just looking at the figure of Arsyilla at the party at that time, as if Aksara looking for a way to be able to have the girl. Even he can do the crazy prank, a big gamble to be able to get Arsyilla.
"Gombal .. are you sure you'll be on the front row?" ask Arsyilla.
"Yes, sure," said Aksara quickly.
Afterwards Aksara took Arsyilla back to the hall. Look at the band that has already started playing. Several invitations had also swarmed the hall.
"Handle me, dear ... don't take it off, it's bustling," Aksara told the wife.
Arsyilla nodded, she wrapped one hand on her husband's arm. Walked slightly behind her husband's back. Aksara's footsteps stopped, when he found that there were some friends when High School used to call him.
“Hei, Aksa .. loe come also well?”
Aksara nodded, and greeted his friends who were also present at the reunion that night. There was Anthony, Richard, and a few other friends.
The man greeted his friends with a greeting tos, clenching each other's hands making a punching-like gesture to greet his friends.
“Good ... Who came together? Well, the loner student in class now comes the same pretty girl. That's so couple too,” said Anthony who apparently observed the outfit that Aksara wore that afternoon.
“Oh yes forgot ... knowin. He's Arsyilla ... my wife,” Aksara said calmly.
To his High School friends, Aksara introduces Arsyilla as his wife. Of course Arsyilla was happy because her husband introduced her as a wife. The feeling of the heart as a woman certainly feels that Aksara recognizes her existence as a wife.
Anthony and some other friends did not believe, how could Aksara have married. Even though in the group Whatsapp High School, Aksara never revealed that he was married.
“Seriously? Are you married?” ask Anthony again.
With certainty Aksara nodded her head, “Iya .. she's my wife,” Aksara replied as if reaffirming that Arsyilla is his wife.
Arsyilla smiled and stood beside her husband. No one he knew on the show that day. As a result, Arsyilla chose to continue standing next to her husband.
“Why not legal?” This time it was Richard's turn to ask Aksara.
“New Akad anyway, later if Reception, I will disperse the invitation,” replied Aksara.
“Work Yes Brother?” anthony asked again, but this time the man asked Arsyilla.
Arsyilla nodded, “Iya Kak .. work,” said.
“Where?” ask Anthony again. “In Jaya Corps? Same as Aksa?” added again.
“Gak .. I teach, Brother,” says Arsyilla.
Feeling that Anthony seemed curious about Arsyilla, Aksara immediately rejected his friend.
“He is not from business circles. My wife is a Lecturer,” replied Aksara.
“Wah, great loe Bro .. can marry Lecturer. How can you marry if you never date?” ask Anthony again.
As far as Anthony is concerned, Aksara has never dated. So when the man came and brought Arsyilla, then introduced the woman as his wife certainly made Anthony and other friends feel shocked.
“Taaruf well?” richard asked Aksara.
Quickly Aksara shook her head, “She was my first love when I was so long ago. Like he said is my destiny,” said Aksara.
Hearing Aksara's answer, it felt like Arsyilla's heart was rustling. Is it true that he is the first love for the Scriptures? Could it be that the man could feel the first thump of love when they had not met at all for a very long time. Could it be that the memories of childhood are so powerful that the man admits with such confidence that Arsyilla is his first love?
After that, Aksara gathered with her friends while listening to the band's performance. All alumni can take to the stage and contribute songs, the accompanying band will faithfully accompany the alumni who contribute songs.
“Loe doesn't sing Aksa? Long time ago High School fitting class Meeting loe ever sing right?” ask Anthony.
The man shook his head slowly, “Negak ... here aja nemenin wife,” sahut.
“Bucin loe, will not be lost too,” said Anthony again.
“Biarin, bucin same wife own right not wrong.” Aksara answered and seemed to assert that it was not wrong if he was pregnant with his own wife. It was a funny gesture, but it was all sweet for Arsyilla.