Love For Nabila
A little past

...As far as you go, a memory will remain in its place....

...Do not shift se_inchipun, because the memory is located in the heart....

...Will continue to follow where the owner went....

In a restaurant adjacent to the building of one of the largest malls in east Java today, it looks very crowded by many of its visitors.

Nabila who is currently wearing a purple colored robe and long pashmina hijab in line is busy raising his eyes looking to and fro, looking for the whereabouts of Zahra by occasionally checking the phone in his hands to contact his best friend.

A servant greeted him politely. Nabila smiled kindly, then asked the male servant who looked fascinated by his face.

“Sorry, How? My temen has come yet? ”

The waiter smiled nodding, checking briefly at the small agenda book stored in his pants pocket and smiling back at him.

“ Yes Mom, on the second floor. As per the mother's reservation before her, please.”

The man directed Nabila towards the stairs, which was followed by himself from behind. After finding the whereabouts of his best friend who was sitting in the corner of the room facing the window, Nabila shook his head for a while and smiled widely.

“Assalamualaikum.”

The woman looked back, smiled back then stood hugging Nabila tightly.

“So, what's up. Why did she have to meet here?” asked the peach hijab-wearing woman was curious, because of the many places to eat in this city why should it be in this restaurant? close to this Mall?

Nabila let go of her best friend Zahra's embrace with a smile, ignored the question and chose to pull an empty chair and sit down.

“Where have you ordered a meal yet?” tanya Nabila relaxed, like nothing had happened before, because yes it was as unique as their friendship.

Although one month ago they were like feuding everything will pass and will return to normal as usual.

“Ya not yet, besides I am also new until.” replied Zahra by sitting next to Nabila.

Nabila nodded in understanding, pulled the menu book that was on the table and opened it. Ignoring Zahra's expression, which seemed thoughtful and questionable.

“Bil.”

“Hemb.”

Nabila was still busy flipping through the menu book, answering Zahra's call without looking at her.

“Don't tell me this is one of your restaurants?”

Zahra pulled the menu book held by Nabila, stopping her activity, to focus more on her speech.

Actually not without reason he spoke like that considering that his Friend was the son of a culinary entrepreneur whose restaurant has been branching out everywhere, he said, so it is no longer possible if this restaurant also belongs to him. considering the place where this restaurant stands and the taste of the design of the room that describes the side of a Nabila that is dominated by his favorite colors. Zahra was one hundred percent sure that the beautiful woman was the owner of the restaurant.

“What the hell is Ra, here_in no? You are not hungry.”

“Gak ! before you answer my question .”

Nabila finally looked at Zahra with an annoyed look, stomping one leg that had become his habit from the past and exhaling resigned breath.

It's hard to fool his best friend on that one !

“ What do you want to know?” answer Nabila give up.

Zahra sharpened the iris of Nabila's eyes. “You still can't move on?” Checkmate Zahra without further ado.

Nabila blinked her eyes avoiding Zahra's gaze by throwing her face, looking to tidy up the sitting position because she was uncomfortable with Zahra's question which was always guessing but very true there.

“Come Ra please, why don't you comment on my restaurant.” Answer Nabila who made as relaxed as possible, divert the topic of conversation while circulating his gaze throughout the room to avoid Zahra's sharp gaze.

However, instead of answering the words of Nabila Zahra was more intent on looking at the eyes of his friend directly, he said, looking for the answer itself there rather than listening to Nabila's words that one hundred percent lie and are not honest with him.

“So this is your restaurant?” ask Zahra to make sure.

Nabila nodded assent.“ Yes, you can really if you want to comment on. ” replied Nabila with a smile.

“So really, you also can't move on?” Zahra asked again, which she clearly knew the answer to.

“Ckk. Fuck up!! no talent to be an artist. Your acting is really bad know not?” his lips on Nabila.

“Ya?” he answered while thinking of something familiar to his ears.

“ Nightmare?”

Nabila was nervous, cleared up for a while then tidied up her hijab position that was not messy.

“Eng. Just think again, how can your words be the same as that of doctor Iqbal this afternoon, huh? you guys didn't make a deal, did you?” Temptation on Zahra by twitching his eyes jokingly.

Hearing the name is called now Zahra who replaced shocked, slightly tiptoed and tidied up his sitting position looking for comfort.

Nabila looked at his friend was careless. “Why? Shocked?" her question is mocking.

"It still can't move on?” keep her on the line again.

Nabila smiled in his heart, Satisfied because he could reverse all the questions of his friends from earlier. Laughing at Zahra's behavior that looks very uncomfortable with her current position. It is not the intention of the heart to associate doctor Iqbal in this talk, this time, but this is the only way that comes to his mind so that he avoids Zahra's question that was like cornering him.

“ Emmb...it Bil, annu_” Zahra stuttered, confused to answer Nabila's question as to what sound a man from behind interrupted his second conversation.

“Excuse me Mom, does anyone want to order?” Said the man who was a servant who suddenly came to cut off the conversation of the two of them.

Zahra breathed her a sigh of relief, like getting a helper god for her current state, she then pulled out the menu book and picky the food she wanted to order. But his movement stopped, when the hand of Nabila who forcefully seized the menu book and save it back to the table.

“Bring us food and drink as usual only sir.”

the waiter nodded in understanding. “Iya ma'am, wait a minute.” Answer the waiter politely.

Suddenly the atmosphere became silent, Nabila stared out the window with her mind wandering far away out of nowhere. While Zahra is busy playing mobile phones and opening his social media by occasionally looking in the direction where Nabila sees now.

“ Ra.” Call Nabila without taking his eyes off the rain out there.

“Iya?”

“So you remember?”

“He'em.”

Zahra nodded meng_, yes, glanced briefly at Nabila then returned to focus on his cellphone then put the ash-colored object on the table and followed staring in the direction where Nabila saw now.

" There Ra, he used to be angry at me. "Say Nabila by pointing to the Mall building which is right in front of him at this time while looking at the parking lot that is outside the building with a smile that will be fiber longing and grief." Jealous of other men staring at us at that time" he continued.

Nabila nodded, his mind back in the pull to the past that his best friend had experienced it. “Iya, remember very even and his tuh tuh still felt until now, new cook also until eh nothing has been told to go home, where maksa again.” his Jabar remembered.

Now Zahra knows, why Nabila is insistent on meeting at this restaurant. Mall building is one of the causes, he understands now, it turns out his best friend wanted to invite his nostalgic reminisce of the past and want to channel a little burden in the sense to be given to him, he said, although only passing the conversation as soon as then like this, but this way is quite efficacious to relieve his heart.

“Honestly I miss being envied like that”Next again while looking at remembering that time.

“Not anyone is jealous now? if you are close to another man? " answered Zahra spontaneously with teary eyes.

Nabila raised one of her eyebrows, digesting Zahra's ambiguous speech. But a moment later he understood the purpose of his best friend's words and then turned to his direction.

“ This is not like what you see and hear Ra, so plisss do not think the mind that is not.” please Nabila full of understanding.

Zahra could only nod, trying to understand Nabila's words but her heart was contrary to her body's reaction.

“Ra...ak..

“Excuse me ma'am, here's the message." the voice of a waiter suddenly entered in their serious conversation, the, put some dishes containing various kinds of food that Nabila used to order when he visited this restaurant himself.

" Bil, actually I_" he said back to a halt.

" Happy enjoy. " said the waiter after putting some menus on the table.

Nabila breathed his coarse breath, eager to explain all the adaan for the last four years here to Zahra with his clarity. But unlucky his a waiter back cut his talk, and inevitably Nabila had to hold back everything he wanted to explain to Zahra.

“Oh yes, thanks.”

And at the end of the night they both had dinner in silence, ignoring the rumbling of taste in each other's hearts. Without resolving all the misunderstandings between her and Zahra.