Destiny For Aqila
Festival

After the day that Aqila was called she always tried to be the best again even though there were still many scorns that she received but she did not care about it and focused more on her studies, so that he can return to his own country soon.

And the relationship between Fauzan and Juna was better than before because Fauzan who always approached Aqila and Juna only followed him, if the relationship between Fira was still the same, not okay.

“Qilaa later tonight want a festival, you want to come with me?” ask Fauzan over the phone.

“Where?” ask Aqila.

“Near mall” answers.

“Boleh” saut Aqila nodded despite not seeing Fauzan.

“OK later I pick up yes, just calm down Juna ko not both” said Fauzan.

“Iya” say Aqila.

“Ya I will finish isya I picked up, you must be ready to be careful if not ready, I stay” said Fauzan.

“Iya, dah assalamualaikum” Aqila greetings and instantly turn it off unilaterally.

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In the evening, Fauzan will pick up Aqila, and now the car is in front of the hotel.

“Qilaa fast, really long way” cried Fazuan.

Aqila just clucked and went straight into the car, “Udah” said Aqila when she was sitting in the back.

“OK, bismillah” car also darted away.

During the trip there is only kehenigan in their background, “Zan why don't you take Fira as well?” ask Juna suddenly.

“No papa, why?” ask Fauzan.

“Yes just pity, he does not like being invited” replied Juna.

“Please or care?” asked Fauzan to take a quick glance at Juna.

“Kasian” replied Juna quickly.

“Jun, I look around like you like Fira” said Fauzan.

“Apaan yes yes not, Fira is my best friend from childhood, where maybe I like the same he” objected Juna, but Aqila can see the look of his face is different from before.

“You sure your best friend is no more?” asked Fauzan who made Juna speechless.

“Udah focus aja nyetir do not much tanya” said Juna annoyed, while Fauzan chuckles slowly.

After a long journey they finally reached their destination, they immediately went down after Fauzan parked his car.

“Emang what festival anyway?” ask Aqila.

“Udah look aja, you must like” replied Fauzan and the road precedes it.

“Many also see it” said Fauzan staring around him that so many visitors, unlike ordinary days-usually.

“Cepet we buy the ticket later run out” continued Fauzan.

“Yes, patience” says Juna.

Then they bought the ticket, “Mas, bought the ticket 3” Fauzan told the cashier.

The mas-masnya not much to say and just give the ticket to Fauzan and Fauzan also pay for it, “Makasih ya mas” said Fauzan and nod by his mas-masnya.

“Nih one person one” Fauzan give tickets to Juna and Aqila.

“Ahhh mom, want to watch the festival”

Aqila turned to look at the little boy who whined to his mother, “But the mouse was out dear”, his mother told her son.

“Huwaaa want to watch” the little boy started crying while dancing his mother's clothes.

“You watch want to watch” whine.

“We see the others, yes, the ticket has run out” persuaded the mother to her son who continues to cry.

“Gak want, this festival only exists once a year, if now do not watch there will be no more and have to wait next year, do not want.want to watch” whine continues.

Aqila who saw it felt unbearable and approached the two of them, “Assalamualaikum” Aqila greeting.

“Waalaikummussalam” answers.

“Why is it crying?” ask Aqila.

“You watched but ran out of tiket” replied the mother.

“Oh yes, this kaka have one ticket, make adek aja” said Aqila gave the ticket.

“Tapikan you also want to watch nak” said the mother.

“Iya, do not papa take aja, I have often watched the festival” saut Aqila smiled kindly.

“Horeeee, nonoton festival” cheers happy, Aqila who saw him also happy.

“But-”

“No papa bu” cut Aqila fast with smile.

“Thank you nak” said the smiling mother.

“Iya equally bu” saut Aqila.

“Aqila” call Fauzan that makes other women of that generation turn their heads.

“Iya” say Aqila.

Fauzan smiled and approached them, “This is for his mother, let's take care of his son while watching his festival” said Fauzan gave his ticket to the mother.

“Do not want, do not papa” reject the mother.

“So papa ma'am, take pity if his son watches himself” kekeh Fauzan.

“Mother... Come it's about to start” when a little boy pulls his mother's clothes.

“Iya nak briefly” saut.

“already bu take aja, I do not want if not watch the same future I” said Fauzan smiled as he looked at Aqila.

“But son...” the greeting depends.

“Mother ayooo” whining her son.

“Iya bu, aamiin” saut Aqila guarantee.

“Mari, assalamualaikum” greetings before entering the festival area.

“Waalaikummussalam” replied Fauzan and Aqila.

“Why do you give tickets have lo?” tanya Aqila looked at Fauzan.

“Keep why do you give your ticket also?” fauzan asked back up one eyebrow.

“Pity with her son” replied Aqila then left the area around the festival.

“Gue also pity his mother” kekeh Fauzan follow Aqila.

“Ehh Juna where?” ask Aqila.

“Well yes where tuh anak” Fauzan was aware that the other friend was not there.

“Woii, you leave me” shouted Juna from behind.

They looked back and saw Juna who was walking towards them, “Where are you?” fauzan asked when Juna was in front of him.

“You guys who ran out of where? From earlier I realized you both know” said Juna annoyed.

“Yes sorry, we are not far out of situ” said Fauzan while pointing to the place earlier.

“So why not enter, it has started” said Juna staring at the gate of the festival area that has been closed.

“Lah lo why not enter?” ask Fauzan.

“Yes I'm waiting for you guys, my own time” replied Juna.

“We do not enter” saut Aqila.

“Why?” ask Juna.

“No tiket”Aqila replied.

“Lah instead of just buy 3 huh?” juna asked, frowning.

“Iya but we love a mother and her child” replied Fauzan.

“Why are you in love?” ask Juna again.

“Peasiness of his son crying out of tickets so Aqila love his ticket and I give the ticket to his mother” replied Fauzan and in Aqila.

“Ohh, keep me how?” juna pointed at himself.

“What's the way?” ask Aqila.

“Tiket I” replied Juna.

“Ya enter aja, still can ko” said Aqila.

“Gak ahh, self time is not exciting” said Juna then throw away the ticket.

“Ya it's better we find food aja” saut Fauzan.

“Agree” cheer Aqila.

“Ayo” says Juna.

Then they look for food that is around there, even though it is not so see the festival that is important so eat it, hehe.

“We eat empal barrel typical of Cirebon-Indonesia aja” said Aqila while pointing to a stall that is not too far from the stand.

“Boleh” saut Fauzan.

And they went into the stall, which turned out to be a lot of buyers, too, and they looked for an empty seat and, getting at the very end, it was not important to be able to sit down.

“Mother, order three ya” shouted Fauzan.

“Iya mas, ready” answer.

“Ohh yes next month there will be another race, you want to come?” ask Juna to Aqila.

“Ikutlah” Aqila replied.

“Iya Qila must follow” said Fauzan smiled and Juna nodded.

Soon their order came, “Please enjoy” said the mother trader.

“Iya ma'am, thanks” says Aqila smile friendly.

“Iya equally, eh you guys from Indonesia?” asked the mother to look at the three of them.

“Iya bu” Fauzan replied.

“Ohh pantes only, the mother is also from Indonesia more precisely from the city of Cirebon” said the smiling mother.

“Iya bu” saut Juna smiled and nodded.

“Ya has been eaten ya” said the mother then leave immediately.

They then ate their food without anyone making a sound to each other, until Juna suddenly stood up which made Aqila and Fauzan shocked.

“Juna why the hell? Ngagetin aja” said Fauzan annoyed.

“Ehh no apologies, I went to the water first ya” said Juna and left immediately.

They both stared at the departure of Juna who seemed to be in a hurry, “Udah eat again Qi” saut Fauzan.

“Iya” Aqila ate again the food but his eyes continued to follow the direction of Juna go because Juna did not go to the toilet that was there but in another direction more precisely behind the stall.

‘Where does Juna go?’ inward Aqila asked.

‘Why did not go to the toilet?’ Aqila continued to bathe.

‘Ahh I don't know’ Aqila is back to focusing on her food again.

**To Be Continued...

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