Liebe Zu Maiza's
The Taboo Flavor

I've started to fall in love. Can't be hidden anymore. Wherever I looked was he, the angel of help, Faruq.

My heart trembled violently every time I remembered him. I experienced all the love characteristics that Daniza and Ayu had revealed at school. Ayu and Daniza said I fell in love. It's taboo to admit I'm in love.

Back in the village I always laughed at the attitude of my friends who started to fall in love.they looked strange and sometimes crazy. Difficult to advise, difficult to compromise, strong heart, stubborn and dissident. And now I feel it. Maybe it's karma.

"Night, Niz. What are you doing again?" my message to Daniza was sent.

"Night, finish your Indonesian assignment?"

"You're not done yet?"

"Yes, the novel I reviewed turned out to be heavy, a lot of idioms in it."

"Niz," I have to share with Daniza.

"Hmmm ... What's wrong?"

"I want a story,"

"Yes, it's a story. No need to use the permission of everything, from the first chat also I already know you have something,"

"Ihhh, you know," Daniza does occasionally bummer but she's a considerate friend. He is a good listener and there is always a solution.

"It's still a matter of this morning, isn't it?"

"Where are you trying?"

"That was when you were late, five minutes of rain, right?"

"Sok knows, so lazy to talk to you,"

"Yes, if you're lazy,"

Daniza made me even more upset. Arggg .. I groaned in annoyance.

"Night Yu, what else?"

A few minutes passed and there was no reply from Ayu.

"Yes, I want to confide in you,"

a few minutes since the message was sent, Ayu had not replied.

Daniza again appeared. Ayu too, two messages were not reciprocated. Hape I play, waiting for a reply from my two best friends. I need a listener right now.

I dropped my body on the bed, not knowing what to do. It feels lazy to do it. I got up and looked out the window. There was nothing outside, only lonely streetlights lit up the street.

I went back to bed, an uncomfortable feeling surfaced around my stomach. Like mules but not, like a twisted stomach but also not, it feels almost the same as holding back a squeeze but not really. Arggg .. what this taste is. Maybe a fucking cupid is dancing in there. My heart is shaking. Semisterius this is what it's like to fall in love.

I woke up again, approaching the mirror. My face, my God, what's wrong with this face. I tried to smile sweetly, as sweet as possible. I want to show Faruq the best smile I have. Is this the spotted face that makes Faruq always there when I need help? Ah no way.

I laughed in front of the mirror and saw myself laughing. Why am I such a crazy person. No, I'm not crazy.

The shadow of this morning appeared again. I must thank you for this morning's cruelty. Because of his unwillingness to go down in the same place as me, I finally met Faruq.

It was beautiful this morning when Faruq first spoke, inviting me to rain with his flower-pattern umbrella. Why don't I talk when he's taking me through the rain, why not ask for a name when the road goes with him. Why did I become stiff and my lips.

I only realized things after he was nowhere near me, and because of that event, Faruq's face appeared continuously wherever I faced the sight.

I changed the position of the bed, I put my body down while refusing my chin. About Faruq now what is it? Whether he's eating or again working errands, or again reading a book while sipping his favorite black coffee. Or maybe he remembered this morning too.

No. .. no. I dodged as fast as I could. Only I thought about it, only I had this feeling. The proof is that he was cute in the cafeteria. No faces met when I saw him.

Ah .. I don't care how Faruq feels, because I'm sure, he's had a little bit of attention on me since the elevator, when he replaced Azmi's novel, while sharing a place for me under his umbrella. Enough to remember that it was already amazing for me.

The sound of a car entering the yard. I peeked at him behind the window. Red car owned by aunt Yusnita, I looked at the clock at 8 through aunt Yusnita just returned home.

Aunt Yusnita all day at the office. Since Om Haris died, Yusnita's aunt became the backbone of the family. But thankfully, though widowed aunt Yusnita does not live in distress. The proof is that Aunt Yusnita also bears the entire cost of my school. Mama took it right, just wanted to let me come here.

I came down and welcomed her arrival. Looks very tired. Black circles under the eyes began to appear, whereas Yusnita aunt most anti with panda eyes. Aunty Yusnita regularly do the treatment, almost every weekend he went to the salon. The job demands her always look beautiful to the maximum.

"Aunty just got home?" greet me while taking all her luggage. A heavy smile is my answer.

"Honey, where's this?"

"Afni's not home yet Auntie,"

"Who aren't you going home together?" Aunt Yusnita knitted her brows.

"No Auntie," my voice was lethargic.

"Why-"

"I had a aunt's business so Kak Afni went home first, was picked up by Bang Salim and Kak Afni came home with Kak Azmi and Kak Rima," I quickly cut off Aunt Yusnita's words so that a million questions did not come out of her lips.

Aunt Yusnita issued her phone to contact Afni, but unfortunately Afni's number is not active.

"Afni where, tumben did not tell Mama will go home at night," aunty Yusnita's face began to worry.

I don't know what to do. To be honest, there is a bad feeling about this incident. Maybe it was my presence in this house that made Afni do that.

"Afni must not be left like this, since she went up to the eleventh grade she started many night activities. The organization should be reduced. I've been having a hard time controlling it lately." Gerrutu aunty Yusnita. Several times he dialed back the Afni number but was inactive.

The clock has already pointed at the number 10 passing. Afni has not yet returned home, her number is now inactive. Aunt Yusnita is increasingly worried about her eldest son.

"Afniiiii .. Where is this child going?" An upset hiss came out of aunt Yusnita's mouth.

I tried to calm him down. Kupijit the body of aunty Yusnita who rests on the sofa while enjoying her favorite entertainment, dangdut contest. Sometimes Yusnita aunt sang along if the hero who performed. Although enjoying entertainment, tsnte Ysnita eyes can not lie, he was very tired, all day struggling with work that piled up until having to overtime.

I was ready to go up after seeing Aunt Yusnita started to eat and fall on the sofa. Poor Aunt Yusnita, all day of work, coming home can not rest enough because her daughter is not home yet.

I lay down on the bed, and this morning I remembered. I think it made my face meet.