Let Me Fall in Love
75. Take Care

Ami was in his room. Walk back and forth while rubbing the suddenly cold palms. Mules in the stomach have subsided after going to the bathroom. But still he was restless. It is not without reason if you suddenly become over thinking. It started because of Iko. Yesterday the time to give the nastar, his sister Akbar gave the clue, "Mi, if tomorrow Iko family eat at Dapoer Mother, and come bring fruit parcels, it's a sign all small proposal."

"Ah, Iko kanda kali ya. Uh but he actually brought fruit parcels." Ami spoke to herself in front of the mirror. Just thought about calling Akbar to make sure. But first the door to his room was knocked.

"Neng Ami said Mother, that's a guest to meet." Bi Ela.

"Oh, let's go down." Ami headed for the dresser mirror. Looking at the reflection of a face that still looks tense. Set your breath first. Just touch up.

Relax, Mi. Tenaa.....Brother Iko must be imprank. Believe the same Ayang.

Suggesting herself, Ami left her room. Down the stairs and walk closer to the living room, it is undeniable deg degan felt again. He likens it to a smile as soon as the views of all the guests are on him.

"Ami, this is Madam Mila has bothered to bring all the fruits of her hands. Save it to the dinner table." Ibu Sekar's face still looks shocked because he thinks the Akbar family came just for lunch.

Ami suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. A glance at Iko who was clearly smiling. He also smiled faintly accepting the defeat hit by prank. According to Mother's orders, the hands were moved to the back. Then join me again sitting next to Mom. He ignored the figure of Akbar who had just kept staring at him. I don't want you to suspect.

"Bu Sekar, Ami, we eat it together. It still has a gazebo. Let's scream, let's race. All photos. Hihi, it has become a habit of what is called a disease if before eating tuh if not the first photo tasted less salt vegetables. Uh but if I'm not making it posted on medsos huh. Don't want to show off. Make a memento. New photos of praying." Mama Mila continued the conversation after long enough to talk with Ibu Sekar.

"Mama keeps talking makes Akbar hungry. Yuk ah move." Akbar complained while rubbing his stomach.

Ibu Sekar just smelled a smile. Not daring to laugh like Iko who is without burden. Ami was the same, holding back a laugh.

"Milah's sorry if I can't follow. Again the responsibility of making sponge. Most representative of Ami aja." Ibu Sekar patted Ami's arm.

Ami nods. "Would you go now or later, Ma?"

"Now just yuk, Mi. Before Mama gets SP 2 from Akbar." Mama Mila stood up first put on a ketus face. Holding Ami's arm and coming out first took the lead in front.

There was no conversation while walking up to the gazebo that was on the reservation. Mama Mila felt at home holding Ami's arm with a crisp face. The desired menu is recorded. While waiting for the impromptu menu to mature, Akbar and Papa Darwis also Galih, first to the mosque to perform Duhur prayers. Ami was also allowed to return home because Mom called her.

"What's up, Mom?" Ami approached her mother who had just pulled out a third banana sponge that had matured from the oven.

"If Mama Mila is loved this is not shy about it, Mi?" This is why I called Ami first. Asking opinions. The first two banana balls, which are now warm toenails, have been removed from the round pan.

"No, Mom. I think it's special. The home made. Wrapass's."

"Yes, if Ami agrees. I'll enter later if it's cold. Later in the same by-by galendo." Ibu Sekar gave up two banana balls requested by Mr. Bagja, diverted first for souvenirs by Ms. Mila. I'll make another new dough. Galendo and a variety of typical Ciamis snacks were already prepared so that the Akbar family would stop by first before returning to Jakarta.

"Sip. So give a lot to him. Ah, mumpung at home to pray first." Ami hurried to the stairs.

***

The Akbar family was in the gazebo for a long time. One more hour. Ami membersamani without awkward anymore. It's just not daring to fight in front of Akbar's parents. Must maintain image. Another story that he met with Leo and Tasya.

"Cutie, will be a long holiday to Jakarta?" Akbar deliberately walked the last with Ami so down from the gazebo. Prepare home.

"Not yet, Brother. You see, the same mother, Mr. Bagja, wants to marry. The date is uncertain due to the certainty of A Zaky's holiday and Gina's Tea. There continues to be discourse after marriage, Papa.cie Papa." Ami giggled to herself because of her words. Makes Akbar laugh. "I mean Mr. Bagja want to take a vacation to Germany as well as gina tea to go back to Adolf Hitler's Country."

"Yaaaa we're not sure when we'll see you again dong. Kirain will be on vacation at the Tea Puput house, later Ami will be able to play at my house. There's a mom who can arrange that. I'll see John and Lucy."

"Who are John and Lucy?" Ami stopped his steps at the top of the stairs. Staring at Akbar with a shrunken forehead.

"Fur boy race BSH. Lucy is pregnant." Akbar gave his unlocked phone to an album.

"Wihh this sultan cat anyway. Lucy's the white one, brother?" Ami enthusiastically see photo after photo Akbar togetherness with the gray and white cat.

"Yes, the white one. Funny, right? Ami likes?" Akbar followed Ami who sat down first. There's an empty table in the left corner.

Akbar leaned in to see the photo that Ami had pointed to. He also chuckles. That's why the picture of him is fitnes.

"Finally how, I will tell you, Brother. Now, good-bye. Fii. I said it was coming home." Ami looked at Akbar with a heavy sense of having to part.

"You're here to take care of your heart too, baby." Akbar stared warmly.

"certainly. ATK, Pandas." Said Ami with a shy face. Heart melted like mozarella cheese exposed to hot skillet.

Akbar replied with a sweet smile. "NR, Cutie. Forever."

The terrace of the house became the place of separation of the Akbar family with Ibu Sekar and Ami. Ami handed over souvenirs to Mama Mila after cipika cipiki.

"Ma, this is a typical Ciamis food plus a mother-made banana sponge. Make snacking on the street."

"Oh, the smell is so good. It must be maknyus. Thanks, baby." Mama Mila accepted it with pleasure.

Mama Mila returned to shake hands with Bu Sekar when the others had walked to the car. "Bu Sekar, if you go to Jakarta, I will say yes. Do not just go to the house of Puput and to the house besan aja. Bu Sekar also had to play to my house. Can't not yes!"

"God willing, Miss Mila." Mom Sekar smiled and nodded.

"Mom, Akbar said first. Assalamu'alaikum!" Akbar summarizes Mama Mila's shoulder. Reviewing smiles and winking one eye to Ami who stood opposite to Ibu Sekar.

Ami answered a compact greeting with the mother. After the car drove, then entered the house.

***

Days change. It's time to get back into routine. First day of school. Ami put his motorbike into a special student parking lot. His passion and longing for school also misses his friends.

"Amiii." Almond yelled and half ran after Ami's quick steps.

Ami turned around with a big smile. The textile boy during the Lebaran holiday was in Jakarta. But almost every day chat often. "When from Jakarta, Mon?"

"Yesterday afternoon. Still on holiday, Mi. I woke up late." Almond lined Ami's steps down the classroom corridor.

"I'm the opposite. School spirit. Grand concert in class. Hihih." Ami giggles at Akbar's name kebawa. It means a concert with a classmate.

"Your class are all engrossed, Mi. Same class I'm not compact. It's a block-blank."

"There must be a commander who can protect all disciples. If my class is non-block, non-gang. I always warn the kids to be compact, help each other's difficult friends, there's a group study turn home."

"That means Ami is the commander?" Almond looked over with astonishment.

"Yes.that's how. For the sake of class conduciveness, I got to sit on the back bench."

"Amazing out. Sitting on the back seat of rank one. What if you sit in front." Almond followed the rhythm of Ami's steps as he began to climb the stairs towards the second floor.

"Sit at the front and I immediately rose to the status of being a teacher." Ami put out a tongue that made Almond laugh. He and Almond split off on the second floor.

The first two hours of lessons are filled with halal bihalal activities. The basketball court doubles the ceremonial court, becoming the venue of the event. The principal and all the teachers and business staff lined up long after the welcome event. All the disciples were lined up snaking salutes as well as dispersing themselves.

Ami walks with Kia down the corridor to return to class. "Kia, I almost forgot. There's a note from A Zaky. Yesterday A Zaky left again for Singapore."

"Nitip what, Mi?" Kia was made curious as well as deg by hearing the name of her brother Ami was called. So imagine the young man in koko and gloved who ate fried rice in silence. The one he stole looked at secretly.