I'm the One You're wasting
Still Flashback

At night when Witma was studying in her room suddenly her phone rang. He glanced at the flat screen and said, "There's no contact name so, let it go. Maybe it's a stray number, too." He then refocused on learning considering tomorrow morning was his last semester exam. However, soon there was a stop message notification coming into his phone after the ringing of the call m@ti. "Hm, as bad as the operator is to Witma, so every moment of every second always sends me a message telling me to charge the pulse," he murmured. He thought the operator had sent the message.

Slowly with a face that was clear he began to feel his cell phone located next to it. When he began to open the contents of the message on his phone was instantaneously wide open mouth he did not expect that it turns out that the one who had called him was a man he knew this morning when he slipped because of the puddle rainwater.

(Why not take this up me, Reka). Fill in the short message sent by Reka.

After reading it, his phone rang again. "Why or not?" Witma wondered to herself with the sentence over and over again, though in the end she who was curious about what she would talk to her shifted the green button.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother Reka," he said in a soft tone of voice.

"Waalaikumsalam, Witma why didn't you pick up my call from earlier?" ask Riky directly across there.

"Sorry sister, Witma was studying and also did not know that this is the number of sister," he replied honestly who did not know that it was the number of Reka.

"Yes, now save my number so you know it's me." The no-nonsense design told Witma to keep her number even though they did not know each other at all. "Will my clothes dry tomorrow? If you have, bring me yes, we met at the place yesterday," he continued in a friendly voice.

Witma was surprised to hear the sentence Reka told him to save his mobile number, when they had absolutely no relationship.

"Hello, why are you quiet?" The designer who did not hear Witma's answer immediately asked.

"Hm .. insyaAllah, if the clothes are dry Witma will contact the sister," he replied after that he had daydreamed about the answer to Reka. "In that case, Witma hangs up first, brother. Assalamualaikum," he said, who apparently did not want to talk at length with other men who just this morning he knew considering that he already has a lover of the heart. Therefore, he is afraid that his lover is jealous if he knows he is chatting with other men.

'Waalaikumsalam," replied the designer who then pressed the red button. After the connection was cut off he hissed because his intention was to chat with Witma even longer.

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The next morning in the afternoon it turned out that Witma was waiting for Reka at the place yesterday he slipped. By opposing the white crackle that he carries in his right hand the contents of the dress Reka. "Hopefully Brother Arash did not see me here, because later he could misunderstand," he murmured softly. Remembering her lover named Arash is very possessive.

Seconds passed but Reka was not at all visible stem of his nose, so he felt he was getting tired of waiting. "Didn't Brother Reka come, it's been 54 minutes I've been waiting for him" he said, thinking that Reka was lying to him. "Do I go home, because later Mother is equally worried if I come home late," he continued. However, just as he was about to step a burly hand pulled his wrist. He who felt shocked immediately said two sentences of shahadah in his mind.

"Where are you going?"

Witma turned around as she recognized the voice. "Sir Design," he called.

"Yes, where are you going?" ask Rory again.

Witma removed her hands from her wrists. Because he feels uncomfortable when held by men except his father and brother ."It's brother's shirt." He handed the white crackle to the designer. "Witma said goodbye to go home first, brother, considering it's almost evening." He then left after saying his greetings without waiting for Reka's answer.

The design grinned elegantly, for some reason he suddenly felt attracted to Wirma. "It looks like Witma is my soul mate" he said after Witma moved further away. "I'll get your love, no matter what," he continued. And he too soon left there.

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Witma who was sitting casually in her room felt astonished because only this time someone came looking for her. "Male or female, sir?" the curious ask.

Rahman smiled at Witma before replying, "Male, is that your boyfriend?"

Witma who thought that the one that came was Arash immediately lowered her head hiding the red hue on her cheek. "Not sir, it's Witma's friend." He then got off his little bed and wanted to approach the man he thought was Arash. "His skin is white, his eyes are a bit narrow, right, sir?" He asked again because he thought Arash would not be this close to coming to his house.

"You see for yourself, she is now sitting with her mother in front" replied Rahman who saw a red hue on Witma's cheek.

"Ish, Father. Witma became curious" said Witma as she walked outwards. Leave Rahman alone there.

*

When Witma saw the man who was currently sitting with Ratih joking he even took a few steps back because it turned out that the man's wrong assumption was not Arash but Reka. As he was about to re-enter because he did not want to meet with the voice of Ratih stopped his footsteps.

"Have you known Witma for a long time?" ask the coach to the designer. It turned out that they had not realized that Witma was standing by the door.

"Not for long, Mom, but Reka felt that Witma was the soul mate of Reka," always Reka replied Ratih. "Hopefully the names of Reka and Witma are written in two books that are red and dark green" he continued.

"That's it, Witma's still in school. Don't get her married just yet" replied Ratih who thought that Reka's speech was just joking.

The designer took out a love-shaped red box from his pocket. "Seriously, ma'am, want to make Witma Reka's wife." The designer without hesitation said that. "It's a ring as a reminder first, it's okay Reka will wait for Witma until she graduates first."

Witma who heard that covered her mouth with her palm she felt very shocked because suddenly Reka said so.

And since then, Reka began to do various ways in order to get the heart of Witma and her parents.

Weeks change months, months change years as time goes by until Witma finally falls and is willing to leave Arash in order to marry Reka.

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They were aghast from her daydream just after hearing the sound of baby crying.

"Your baby's crying, can't you hold her." The sound of the design was a little soft unlike the one before. After he had remembered a few years ago about himself while struggling to get the heart of Witma.

(Where, do Reka and Witma deserve to be together again? If yes, please in komen😊).