Dear, My'Eve
DEAR MY 'ADAM

Caroline's status rose, no longer a child suspect, because of her age of 17 years then there is no longer anything that can ease her sentence, he said, not to mention complaints from school friends about bullying conducted by Caroline increasingly burdensome.

Aisya's family had indeed forgiven Caroline's actions but the law continued to run as it should, Caroline's parents repeatedly came to visit starting from the fruit parcels, which were the only ones in the world, until the items that Aisya doesn't need them are brought with her in the hope that the charges against Caroline are lifted.

"No." Grandpa knocked on the floor of Aisya's ward with his wand, "it's just that you two persuaded Huda's family, all have been handed over to the authorities, Caroline must take responsibility for what she has done, Caroline said, let him learn.don't be spoiled! This is all wrong from the upbringing of the two of you," granda opened her voice when Caroline's parents returned.

Aisya closed her eyes on the wheelchair, just being able to lie down and sit on the bed bored her.

Smiling with a face and skin that warmed the sun, Ernest smiled admiringly *sang Hawa*.

"Beautiful girl is not good in the morning alone," a bar of chocolate outstretched in front of the face of Aisya a handsome face of youth, the smell of Ernest so typical masculine.

Aisya can only blush made, already countless how many hundred times he was made to blush by Ernest, "ngga try out with Pak Wage? Isn't 3 more days of city-level OSN starting? I saw Nistia's Facebook status,"

Ernest shook his head, he crouched down right in front of Aisya, "i don't want to be where you don't exist..."

Aisya suddenly knitted her brows, "okay? Later you will have trouble when participating in the selection of OSN level city."

Ernest just clenched his mouth and turned to look at Aisya's murky face that was nagging.

"Heraz!" skink.

"I'm from the city-level OSN, I don't want to go with you, Shay."

Aisya blinked in disbelief then she handed back the rough, brown she had just received from Ernest, "nih! I don't want to, take it again!" then Aisya folded both her hands on her chest.

"Why? Don't like?"

"I don't want to take anything from you anymore. If you are rich! Ernest OSN is our ideal, not just me but you, and everyone around us! Including your grandpa and your parents, you should be grateful! People want to be in your position, but you are rich! I don't think your brain is in place?!" as usual, his cheeks will bubble, his face will turn red and Aisya's eyebrows will be linked to swooping if he is angry, Aisya also does not want to look at his interlocutor.

"The reason I follow OSN is papa and you.I've lost papa, now you don't come, than I have to be busy there, mendingan I nemenin you therapy." he replied pleading.

"Ernest, your life is still long.your future is still bright, not just to wait for me who is rich gini..." now Aisya's gaze was sad impressed watery and sobbing considering how he tried and resisted pain during therapy, it turns out healthy is indeed expensive. Ernest shook his head strongly and removed the line in Aisya's eye patch, "hey that's it."

"Don't make your life stuck in me, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow maybe your windfall is a successful person, a research leader or something...or maybe you become a professor of physics like what you often tell me, while I. It could only be your burden if you prefer me, my life will continue to be around the wheelchair.." Those tears fell unstoppable.

"You ! Don't talk rich, *remember our promise*?"

"Either tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, there will be another woman who is more everything than me, healthier of course," Aisya laughed in her tears. Ernest knew that Aisya often did this, outside he would look strong, but he knew that Aisya always cried in silence while everyone was asleep.

Ernest shook his head, "I will come to ask you if I am worthy to be your priest Aisha. I will come to ask you if your thoughts have been opened.because no matter how much I insist on bringing your grandfather and your family will refuse on the grounds of pity."

"Give me a heavy condition, to ask for you later-" continued Ernest. In the middle of the 2nd semester, Aisya has not been able to continue his school because of the forcing conditions. Aisya looked over with an incomprehensible look, "you ngeyel...Ernest."

"I want..you're on OSN, *go get it boy*! I want you to ask Papa Edo's blessing and Iren's mom, "Aisya can see Ernest's lazy look on the face when his parents' names are mentioned, "ohh come on, Ernest!" please go to Ernest.

"There is no such thing as an ex-parent or ex-child, I don't want to be the reason for your parents' hatred of our beliefs or yours.please! Tried huh?" baju Aisya's.

"I will be ready if you have achieved what you aspire to.." added Aisya.

"God! Weight yes! Long dong Sya," he laughed.

Aisya laughed, "he said, demanding heavy conditions! How the hell!" Aisha twists Ernest's nose.

"But I have conditions for you too!" now it was Ernest who applied for the terms while handing back the chocolate to Aisya.

"Well, what is it? Not the heavy ones. Enough gold bracelet mommy just made a heavy study time!" Aisya and Ernest laughed together.

"You know, I like to watch out for mom-emak if you want to njai huh?! Don't you admin the gossip account that julid! Lambe what tuh-lambe nyinyir!" shooting Ernest made Aisya pat her shoulder hard, "what the fuck!"

"I want you not to give up, I want.we are both chasing our dreams, you have to try to recover, school and college! I want us to succeed together." said Ernest.

"Dear my'Eve..make care of me on the journey of hijrah and step towards my success.." the young man stretched out his palm hovering above pa ha Aisya.

"Dear my'Adam.we haven't been a mahrom I've forgotten!" Aisha laughed at Ernest's laughter.

"Insha Allah's Nest-insha Allah..." Aisya looked at Ernest, the young man she knew was indeed a forced, an absurd youth who was careless and unyielding.

Aisya smiled amusedly at Ernest's black netra, as if the shadow of past events that she passed with Ernest was clearly drawn into a flash of beautiful and ridiculous memory.

*Aisya Nurul Huda, I like you*!

*Hay Aisha! My angel*!

Aisya spouts her laughter,*boxer skull*!!!

Ernest frowned, "right-right! I told you also what, beautiful girls are dangerous alone early in the morning, kesambet se tan! Back to the room, when the doctor came.I'll come here to pick you up!" Ernest immediately pulled the wheelchair handle and pushed it towards Aisya's room.

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