Let Me Fall in Love
78. Pharmacy Close

Ami and Ibu Sekar got into the car Mr. Bagja who had just come to pick up. The retired man who was still dashing in the age of twilight was immediately hit by gas splitting the highway towards Tasikmalaya.

"Send by Papa candidates to take report to skul 🤭." A caption accompanies a photograph that he secretly took from the back seat where he sat alone. Sent to the family group and also to Ayang Akbar.

Ami put her phone back in the bag. Sit sweetly while enjoying the view from the right side window. Occasionally buzz the casual chatter of the old man in front asking for his opinion. The car arrived at the parking lot outside the school. Can't get in because the parking lot inside is full.

Sometimes steps stop because there are parents of students who know the figure of Mr. Bagja. Be careful first. And Ami only smiled mesemically as the retired man proudly said to the people who greeted him, "Introducing the future wife's children to take the report."

Ami joined some friends who also came to school. Sit in a row on a long bench that is available on the classroom terrace. While Ibu Sekar and Pak Bagja enter the class which contains all IPA 3 student guardians.

"Kia, who's here?" Ami notices Kia who just opened the phone.

"Mama. If you were here, I wouldn't come. Because it's the same Mama, so I'm getting on the bike. Mi, open the hape. I sent you a photo."

Ami only wears a casual sling bag. Ride the phone stored in the back zipper. His lips were smiling widely with sparkling eyes. "Cool, Kia. When's it installed?"

"Just yesterday. Who bought nasgor on a fresh new face muji. Where is the banner message too? I said make the architect student." Kia smiled shyly as she said the last sentence.

"Udah sent to A Zaky yet?"

"Yet. Just like Ami."

"I'm sorry, Kia. I retired as a courier. In any case if you send it directly, A Zaky will be happy because he feels his work is accepted."

"Yes. Send it now, Mi?"

"Next year." Ami turned the eyeballs accompanied by head bobbles.

Kia chuckles and then shakes Ami's shoulder. Immediately resend the same photo to Zaky accompanied by the caption, "A Zaky, thanks. The banner was installed yesterday. It's getting better."

Again, just one. Maybe Zaky always turns off the phone during study hours. Kia also tried not to check and recheck the message report often. He does not want to be repeatedly disappointed when the reality of the reply does not match expectations.

"If one check means A Zaky again there is a class. He is very focused and diligently pursues the target pass faster. Please understand if the reply is delay."

Kia nodded. Ami's words at once answered her curiosity. Inwardly feeling amazed until involuntarily smiling knot.

"Rahmi Ramadhania's. It's called Miss Elin." Shouted Vino who was standing beside the open classroom door. He and two colleagues deliberately wanted to listen to the preface of the homeroom teacher who was ready to share the report.

Ami suddenly stood up and entered the classroom with her mind shrouded in question. What was? He stood beside the teacher's desk. Waiting for Miss Elin will make an announcement.

And now answered. When the homeroom teacher summed up his shoulders in front of all the students, he said, "Congratulations to Rahmi Ramadhania. Return to rank one and overall champion for the entire IPA class because the total value is the highest."

"Alhamdulillah." The Ami who was accompanied smiled and nodded as the entire audience clapped. He saw a happy smile on his face Mother also Mr. Bagja.

Ibu Sekar became the first person to come forward to sign and receive the Ami report. First to leave class. Following the call of guardian disciple Zaskia Zettira.

"Ami. You can't always be overtaken." Kia, who had once again stayed in second place, hugged Ami. He sincerely admitted the greatness of his compatriot.

"And I didn't pursue a first-ranked target. Enjoy learning. And the ranking becomes a testament to our perseverance of learning." Ami conveyed again the motivation of Akbar who had changed his mindset from the initial ambition to always be a champion to be serious but relaxed in learning with the mind map method.

"True. I also thank you for giving me the secret of how you learn." Kia gave her thumb. He watched his mother and Sekar's mother who were talking, then hugged to separate because Ami would go home first.

***

"It should be a special lunch. Make Ami the champion. Ami just point out where we want to eat after we shop at the gold shop." Mr. Bagja glanced at the passenger in the back seat of the central rearview mirror. Then glanced at Mother Sekar who was sitting in the seat beside her.

"Yeay fun dong. I'd like to eat at the Seruni Hotel, sir?" Ask Ami who just photographed her report and sent it to the family group. For Akbar, just video call.

"Ready-done!" Sahut Pak Bagja who got a response to the laughter of Ami and Ibu Sekar.

Picky jewelry events are quite time-consuming because of the many models. Also a total of 63 grams of it was made into a set of jewelry. Ami eagerly helped choose for Mom. And unexpectedly Mr. Bagja also told to choose jewelry worth 5 grams as a rank one gift. He dropped the choice on a beautiful bracelet.

Finished the event of choosing jewelry. Now it has changed its place, sitting sweetly in the restaurant of the Seruni hotel after first performing the Duhur prayer at the hotel mosque. Ami is eager to send a photo of her current position to Akbar. But rethink, it could be that the meal will be free because the owner's magic command to the management. It was decided not to report.

"Where else are you going, Ami? Today you are relaxed, can anter if you want to continue walking." Mr. Bagja shrunk his lips after sipping his drink. Turning to look at Ibu Sekar and Ami alternately.

"Go home, sir. I have an appointment vc an sama temen." Ami peeked at the gift watch from Akbar first. It's two and a half hours. And I can't wait for a video call to tell a lot of things with the Panda.

"Mother also has abis ashar's study schedule." My mother agreed to go home.

"alright. Are we going home now?" Pak Bagja's question was answered nodding Ami and Ibu Sekar.

Arriving home, Mr. Bagja just sat for a while. Understand, maybe Ibu Sekar and Ami want to rest. He was quite satisfied to spend half a day by accompanying his future wife and prospective children continued. This will be the last visit before the wedding day. There will be one roof.

***

"Who the hell is it?" Akbar asked with a sweet smile. He got a photo report just before the video call session. Now face to face with each other on the screen with both put on a crisp face.

"Who is Panda dong." Ami answered with a tongue. Which made Akbar laugh. "Thank you, brother. Brother Akbar has become a Coach, so the best friend, so brother, so father. Multi title is you."

"So the candidate for the priest is not called?" Akbar smiled mesem.

"Well that. I'd like to say the priest candidate is number one, but I'm ashamed of you." Ami covered her face with her five stretched fingers.

Akbar chuckled and was anxious to see the spoiled gesture of Ami. "There was a shy Ami. It's just shy." He also turned to laugh to see Ami pursed his lips.

"Kirain mau muji. It was even thrown to earth. I guess I gave a compliment. What's the difference between Brother Akbar and Kim Jong-un?"

"Hm, if Kim Jong-un is North Korean president. If I were your future priest. Come in, right, Cutie?" Akbar smiled widely while fixing his sitting position.

"Wrong. That's not the answer."

"What dong?"

"If King Jong-un is a communist, if you are sweet. Eee aaa....."

Akbar laughed crisply until he threw his back against the back of the sofa. No need to go far away from vacation because there is Ami who entertains. All the fatigue of work was swept from the head.

" Cutie, what gift would you like? Make a champion in my heart, I want anything to be granted." Akbar said after he stopped laughing.

Ami shook her head. "No more loving gifts, brother. I can't wear it freely because later I have to lie if asked by Mom. I've got enough pocket money monthly as well." He smiled perplexingly.

Akbar took a long breath. "OK deh. I'll give it up first. The plan to buy a car. Let Cutie go to school with no motor."

"Ah let alone a car. Don't-don't just....🎶. Sis..mending focus first strategy ask for blessing how."

"Quiet, baby. The order is in the mind map. Bismillah, after Cutie's 18th birthday, I'll start the action."

"Well, why am I so nervous." Ami hugged the sofa cushion tightly.

"Normal. The sign is still alive." Akbar smiled grinning.

"Devil, Panda. Don't put on an expression like that ah. So I guess the pharmacy closes."

"I don't understand." Akbar knitted his two eyebrows.

"The beauty has no cure." Ami climbed down her eyebrows.

Akbar's face disappeared from the screen as his body had just sagged. Makes Ami laugh. He wanted to laugh but was afraid that his voice would be heard outside the room. Although it was after Mr. Bagja came home, Mother also entered the room to rest.

"Sister, don't take it too long. Let's wake!" Ami chuckled as the scene on her phone screen was just an ash sofa backrest with a white wall.

Video communication is still ongoing. There are only topics of conversation that can be discussed with laughter. It didn't feel like an hour.

Mobile phone is still installed in the phone holder. Seven minutes ago, the video call was over. Ami was thinking about something. Tomorrow is June 29th. That means three more days of Akbar's birthday. He was thinking hard about planning a surprise. But what is it?