Camelia Rahma: You are my soul mate
I Love You

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"Sir Atha, this morning your mother called. He said mama and papa you want to come to bandung," said Mama Lia while putting a teacup on Atha's front desk.

Atha was shocked by Mama Lia's words just now. Because at will, his parents never told him they were coming. Even in the near future.

"What did they come for?" asked Atha unconsciously.

"They came for a family gathering, he said. Because it has been a long time not getting together. I also want to see Camelia. Oh yes, I drank and ate his snacks. Mama's going to the kitchen first."

Not yet Atha asked about the arrival of his parents later, Mama Lia had left them with a question mark each in their heads.

"Why?" ask Camelia.

"Papa NGO. Then go first."

"Will you go?"

"Yes, suddenly I remember something."

"If so be careful. Oh right, tonight let Carissa stay here, ma'am."

"Yes, I'll bring you a change of clothes. All right, let's go first. Please tell me the same mom. Assalamualaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam, yes mas."

Atha leaves Camelia and Carissa, who are glued to watching a card movie on tv. While Atha was on his way, he always thought about his mother's visit this time. He did not know that his parents would come.

Until his mind was a little crumpled when his phone rang indicating someone was calling him. He caught a glimpse of the name on his phone screen. After finding out who contacted him, he put up handsfree to make it easier during phone calls.

"Assalamualaikum, pa."

"Waalaikumsalam. Papa's not a nuisance?" ask Papa Carel across the phone.

"Neither is pa."

"Son, aren't you busy tonight?"

"God does not want to."

"If so, tonight come to the house. Somebody wants you to talk to me."

"Yes pa. It just so happens that later tonight Atha will bring Carissa a change of clothes."

"Carissa wants to spend the night at home?"

"Yes pa."

At the end, Papa Carel smiles knowing that Carissa will stay at his house. Although not a grandchild, Papa Carel has considered Carissa as his own grandson. Papa Carel then resumed their conversation.

"Alright, papa, finish it first. Papa will be waiting for you for a while at home. Assalamualaikum."

"Yes pa, waalaikumsalam." Atha refocused himself on driving to his destination.

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In the afternoon after work, Abra went back to Camelia's house. I don't know, lately he just wants to feel around Camelia. Even seeing his face for a moment was okay for him.

He then increased the speed of his car. But before arriving at Camelia's house, Abra stopped by a cake shop that sold Camelia's favorite cakes. Although it was too late to remember, Abra could make sure that Camelia would not reject it. Remembering it, made Abra smile.

After arriving at the store that sells macaroon cakes, Abra then entered the store and began to choose the macaroon flavors available in the storefront. While choosing Abra occasionally smiled when considering how cute Camelia used to be if transporting this cake.

At that time, they had just returned from school. After exiting the school gate, Camelia then told Abra to stop the speed of the motorbike. Inevitably, Abra then stopped the speed of the bike. Not until there Camelia even told Abra to get off the bike. Of course, all that makes Abra wonder.

"Cam, where are we going?" ask Abra.

"There's. You just follow and do not have to ask a lot of questions," said Camelia when starting to drive Abra motorbike.

"Stop .. stop Cam," exclaimed Abra while patting Camelia on the shoulder.

"What the hell else. You can't have three d'ja."

"Three d?"

"Sit down, shut up and pray - so we can get to our destination quickly."

"Cannot. Long ago I was told not to macho the same friends who saw us. How to increase my popularity if gini."

"Let me drive. You said where you were going! And you should also be three d."

Camelia had digested Abra's words just now before nodding her head in agreement.

"Well, here we sit again."

"OK." Then, Abra also drove his motorcycle to the cake shop that had been mentioned by Camelia.

Thinking about their very old memories made Abra smile until the shopkeeper felt strange seeing them. Feeling noticed, Abra then looked up at the waiter. Smiling awkwardly, Abra scratched his back head which suddenly felt itchy.

He then gave a purchase note to the store waiter to be wrapped macaroon that he had chosen.

"Thank you" Abra said, receiving a blue box containing Camelia's favorite macaroon.

"Together."

With a slightly faster pace, Abra passed out of the store towards his suv car. He wanted to get to Camelia's house and see a smile on her face. On the way, he played music in his car and began to hum a little singing his favorite song since high school.

Long drive, finally Abra until atelanataran Camelia's house. Then he got out of the car. As Abra was about to close the car door, a little boy who was none other than Carissa called himself.

"Uncle Abra!"

Abra turned around. He smiled welcoming Carissa who was getting closer to him.

"Who's here?" ask Abra.

"Papa, but papa's gone."

"Mother's in the room?"

"There was. Mother is behind the house because she wants to teach Carissa to play basketball."

"You want to teach them too? Uncle is also good at playing basketball, not losing to Mother Camelia," said Abra while menoel nose pointed Carissa.

"You .. want, let's go uncle."

With great excitement, Carissa stretched out her hand to hook her hand on Abra's. But when he wanted to put his hand in Abra's hand, his eyes caught something that made his eyes sparkle brightly. She then smiled, revealing her milk teeth to Abra.

"Why?" abra asked astonishedly while equating his height with Carissa.

"That's it, Carissa wants it." Point it at the hand of Abra who holds a bag containing macaroons that he had bought.

"Oh, Carissa wants to?" asked Abra unconsciously. Abra bought this macaroon for Camelia to enjoy. But Carissa instead looked at it with interest.

Carissa who really wanted a bag containing macaroons that Abra carried instead nodded her head in agreement. Inevitably, Abra gives it to Carissa, his beloved niece.

"Here, uncle give it."

"Yee, thank you uncle" Carissa said, kissing Abra's cheek.

"Well, how about we go in now."

"Let's go by the side just let's go straight to the back of the teaching house Carissa play basketball."

Abra and Carissa walked hand in hand. Arriving at their backyard, Carissa frowned in surprise when she did not find Camelia there.

"Mother where?" ask slowly.

"Maybe go inside the house. Want to teach uncle now?"

"You .. want to," said Carissa nodding obediently.

"If so, his macaroon bag is stored first. Come back here again."

"Every uncle." Carissa then ran small towards a table not far from the basketball court.

From the direction of the house, Camelia was carrying some snacks and tea for herself and Carissa. Sangking happy because he wanted to teach Carissa immediately, Camelia had not even realized the figure of a man who stood in the middle of the basketball court and continued to see her walking closer.

"Honey," call Camelia with a directed look at the basketball court.

...To be continued....

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