BETWEEN QATAR AND JOGJA
FIRST LOVE STATEMENT FROM HIM

FROM SEDAYU ~JOGJAKARTA, YANKTIE CONGRATULATES READING THIS SIMPLE STORY

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“You cheat, chat with um’ma can be long, while if you talk to me lazy,” I also reply to his protest with a back protest.

“He he he. When are you coming home from India? Direct to Jakarta or return to Qatar first?” ask my heart. I'm so happy he started laughing talking to me. She came back like Aurel I used to know before she married Radit.

“Lusa I'm back in Qatar, handing over my papers. Maybe a week later I will go to Indonesia, but the office has not given the green light I have an office in Jakarta. Head office asked me to stay in Bontang or Cilacap,”.

I wish I could go straight to Jakarta. But I have to take care of my things in Qatar. I have to sell my car. And passed the contract of the house that I lived in because the lease term of my house is still 17 months away. Of course the money is useful for the cost of cargo transfer of my goods.

“Kak, should you resign only when placed in Bontang or in Cilacap?” tanyanya, make me stammer.

Actually without any complicated I could have immediately resigned. Then I live to make a branch company owned by my family in Jakarta. But I don't want to be like that. I do not feel ready to sit down to lead the company owned by Uppa which is now in the hands of Amishaa.

“Hey, don't worry like that love, I will try to stay in Jakarta. How's your job today. Did your meeting with your old friend work out well?” I tried to ask her activities today.I want her attention on my affairs to be split.

“Alhamdulillah the first meeting was good. If there is no change the day after tomorrow we signed an MOU for cooperation Kak,” he replied.

“Are Aira and Darrel not fussy? I miss them,” I asked Aurel's two children who I missed so much. I really like kids.

“They are healthy and good. Aira had fallen and her knees were scratched making her cry. And that makes us sad she cried calling her papap. It has been almost a year Radit died and only this afternoon he sobbed looking for Radit,” complained Aurel.

“Can I ask you something?” I was so sad to hear my little angel was sad and missed his dead papapat. If I were close I would hug her.

“What?” ask Aurel. I feel hesitant to answer my question.

“Jawab first, I can make a request not?” my insistence.

“I try to allow if I can,” he finally replied with doubt.

“If he searches for his papap, please contact me, I will persuade him as Radit used to do for him,” reply me. I didn't think I heard him sobbing.

“Honey .. love, stop don't cry. I'm far from you, I can't hold you. Please dear stop crying yes my love,” I am confused to hear her cry. I want to hold it but what is the power of our distance of thousands of kilometers.

Long I heard Aurel sobbing, I let taanpa interject. I want him to take off all the burden on him. I finally heard him talk again. “I slept ya Brother. Good night,” and then he cut off his phone.

I don't know why she cried, if Aira's behavior made her remember Radit or something else. I thought he wanted to cool his mind, so I let him. I sent a message to her BBM. ‘Goodnight my sweet heart, sweet dreams yes. I love you so much.’

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One night Indian time when I heard there was a dial tone with Aurel's special ring tone. What's the matter at midnight like this she called me? The anxiety made me take a phone call from him.

“Yes love” my broom, I heard Aira's crying into Aurel's background voice.

“Aira cries, returns to find her papap,” complained Aurel.

“Beautiful Mama, this Om Rajev wants to talk, you shut up yeah,” I heard Aurel say softly to Aira but the little girl still cried.

“Assalamu’alaykum beautiful Uppa, why cry my dear? Smart kids aren't whiny. Aira's a pinter, right?” I can use Indonesian as much as possible. Although only a little vocabulary that I mastered. I hope he understands my words.

“Now listen to Uppa yes. Aira's booby again. Later if Uppa has finished work Uppa will come to the house of Aira, we play together huh?” I don't know what he's doing, but I'm not crying from his lips.

Since I called myself UPPA, I want my children later including Aira and Darrel call me uppa.

“Now Aira bobo again yes, already bobo? His eyes brushed yes, Uppa sing from here to accompany Aira bobo,” I immediately mengawatan lirih accompany until I heard his breathing began to be regular. I hope my little girl can fall asleep.

“Kak, thanks. Aira was bobo,” I heard Aurel's voice returning my phone.

“Owh nice. Now you go back to sleep yes,” my door. I don't want him to sleep less and make him sick.

“Ya Kak,” responded obediently, but he did not immediately close our phone connection.

“I love you sweet heart,” I said slowly, I don't expect him to reply. Because since the first expression of my love he never reply. Both the expression of love through chat or the expression of my love verbally. For me, the most important thing is that he knows how I feel.

“Love you too Kak,” reply watered down. But I clearly heard his voice. I was of course surprised. This is his first love statement. I will remember it as our historic date. More than five years since our introduction. I have repeatedly said love. This time he returned it.

Although lazy to close the conversation but I pity if it continues to force him to talk because tomorrow he has to work.

“You are bobo deh, tomorrow bad luck you know,” I asked him. I never disconnected the phone first. I really want to hear his voice.

“Tomorrow on Saturday, I don't work, but if you want to drop the phone just close,” the answer is relaxed. Oh, gosh, yeah, I forgot that tomorrow is Saturday. Of course I don't want to cut off the conversation with him.

“So it's okay if we keep chatting?” much fun. It's a rare opportunity. In fact, we used to rarely talk by phone when he was studying in Jogja. He was only familiar when he met in person. Even chat he rarely long. The beginning of our closeness is our LDR Qatar ~ Jogja since he took his S2 lecture at Gajah Mada University.

I knew him when he was compiling a thesis for S1 scholars. I did not know that his destiny line brought him back to meet Radit because he was assigned to be a jamboree participant from UGM.

“If we sleep and fall asleep while chatting is nothing, right? Or if my pulse runs out,” the answer is relaxed. I was glad to hear his voice without burden.

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