Love Sholeha
I'll try too

As usual after the morning prayers Sholeha helped her mother get busy in the kitchen. Despite the word Fatma she can only make omelet, Sholeha is still diligent in the kitchen every morning and evening.

The two were engrossed in cooking fried rice, there was no heavy chatter this morning, they compactly finished all of it quickly.

Today Sholeha will go to work an hour earlier than usual, her work is piling up. Prepare all exam needs such as helping to print questions, complete payment data and so on. With a new spirit Sholeha is ready to work.

After deciding to continue his new journey, Sholeha is determined to learn one by one until he is proficient in mastering it. Adept at overcoming the various flavors that may come to him in such a way. He wants to fall in love again, he wants to be happy again, he is ready to be jealous again but he does not want to be heartbroken anymore.

Yesterday after venturing to send a message to Sholeh called the ring giver, he was so relieved there was a sense of happiness that encouraged him to this day. Even Sholeha blushed reading Sholeh's reply.

(We studied with Sholeha

I'm trying too, we

surrender to God)

The short, expressionless answer made Sholeha feel calm at least she also knew that this was not easy for Sholeh as well.

No coercion from anyone made him well aware of his lack of self-doubt in trying. As from the beginning Sholeh also said we just need to be willing, the rest we try slowly.

Stepping excitedly, Sholeha headed for her study.

With a little humming he opened the door, apparently Irma arrived first from him. As usual Sholeha greeted Irma first, for lately she was a little quiet.

Sholeha realized that but refused to ask any further.

Sholeha tidied up various books, a collection of questions and cleaned the classroom as well as Irma. The two were silent as usual. As he remembered, Sholeha had apologized in various debates every time it happened. Maybe someone missed an apology from her? he asked himself.

She was uncomfortable with this kind of quiet atmosphere, boldly Sholeha reprimanded Irma gently.

" Ir, I'm wrong are you getting me?"

Irma stopped her activities of composing the book, then she looked at Sholeha's face deeply.

" Not really, not feeling well anymore"

the answer is short, a little bit cranky.

"If yesterday still makes you offended sorry, I was dizzy again at that time" Sholeha added.

"You know why the hell it's been in vain in Mas Arman, you don't know if he's pushing everything for you" Finally Irma can't continue her silence.

" I, I don't understand Ir?" Sholehah needs an explanation, what else she doesn't know.

As if gathering courage Irma looked back at Sholeha sharply, but a second later down his breath and his gaze.

" At least, if you're right to let go of Mas Arman, don't make him dishearten Ha, he's had enough thoughts all along" he slightly suppressed his words.

Sholeha turns to approach Irma she knows her best friend will pass on a lot of problems to her.

" What do you mean ? "

" Ah Ha, I also have no right to say anything as you said yesterday to me, I just over-think the unimportant."

it was obvious that Irma would be confused to say what she meant.

"I still don't understand Ir, ok if you can't explain it. But don't leave me like this huh" Sholeha touched the back of Irma's hand, she was confused as to what kind of attitude to her best friend.

" I'm sorry to have silenced you so clearly" he replied holding Sholeha's hand.

Sholeha felt that something else made Irma behave like this. Maybe one day Irma will share her story with him. The two resumed their work, but suddenly Sholeha remembered something.

"Ir you know Mas Arman left?"

" Yes I already know," Irma replied lethargicly, there was a look of loss from her eyes.

Sholeha no longer adds to him enough to observe changes in Irma's face that are so unusual according to him. He does not bother, he must overcome his heart and mind so as not to get caught up in the past. Whatever prejudice in his heart he immediately threw away. He promised to start it all today.

Sholeha's busyness seemed not the slightest in feeling, but he had been pacing cleaning three classrooms and compiling one bookcase today, maybe he had a spirit of support that came out of nowhere.

When it was time to go home, Sholeha packed all her things and prepared to lock the doors of all classes. They're ready to take the final exam tomorrow morning.

Likewise with Irma, she is also preparing to go home, but it seems she is seen waiting for Sholeha in the parking lot.

Sholeha felt that she was waiting for him to deliberately speed up her footsteps.

Irma looked welcoming with a slight smile, not too noticeable.

"You waiting for me Ir?" Sholeha gasped for a bit.

" There's something else I have to say Ha",

he hung up his sentence as if hesitant to continue, "We can find somewhere else right? or to my house, as usual." Sholeha actually picked up the signal of seriousness on Irma. He tried to expand his heart to whatever Irma would say.

" Here is more comfortable Ha. And I just want to know firsthand why you want to accept Mas Sholeh's proposal?"

Sholeha was surprised to find this again.

" I've answered that time, I've also explained why now you look coercive and can't believe just say the obvious Ir, you make me confused."

" Don't you ever think Ha, that Arman still likes you?"

" Why don't you want to wait a while Ha, he still really wants to be with you actually you're not directly married to Mas Sholeh.

you can give a little time to Mas Arman Ha, why you even give up and go somewhere else" Irma raised her voice, she seemed to hold back tears.

" What do you mean Ir, I'm tired enough to accompany but he's not the least bit willing to say, even if just wait for me.

I understand all the circumstances but he doesn't want to share his feelings with me, even easily he takes me off like a kite broke."

Sholeha could no longer contain her anger, she seemed to be blamed for the failure of this relationship. With a heart still bitter, Sholeha was forced to tell all her prejudices to Irma all along.

" Why is it as if I'm the evil one in your eyes Ir, what's been going on between you all this time?"

It feels heavy to say things that might offend his friend, this is all he did to help himself who was excluded from reality.

Irma did not answer even divert the originally very dominating opponent on Sholeha.

" I'm just disappointed?" in short.

" Disappointed? I don't understand, try to explain to me Ir don't leave any doubts between us, I don't like that"

Sholeha no longer wanted to prolong this matter at a later date. Not good for his heart which he is neatly stacking for Sholeh.

" I'm sorry Ha, I just feel sorry for Mas Arman he wants to go far to forget all this" replied the rhythm of lowering his voice.

Even Sholeha can feel if actually Irma's attitude is too excessive for just a word of pity. Once again Sholeha did not want to think bad anymore, she tried to believe the words of her best friend.

After the two calmed down, they parted ways on a different way home. The scorching sun made Sholeha's heart boil again, really making her dehydrated suddenly. There was a desire to buy watermelon on the way home, when seeing a fruit stall that crowded mother made him undo his intentions, he did not want to repeat the story as it was then.

Continuing to drive quietly, he arrived at his house that looked beautiful.

There was a figure he wanted to fight. Who else if not Sholeh, but unfortunately he only saw it for a while, had not had time to say hello he had advanced his pickup car. Let alone greeting his smile had not been countered, why did he become arrogant like this? Sholeha was still watching the speed of the car, until she did not know if she was waiting for him to enter the house.

" Look what Nduk is, why don't you come in?"

Look at Sholeha until surprised to hear her mother ask, she rubbed her chest roughly.

" Ratitude, Mother just ngaggetin" he cetusnya.

" You are the habit of daydreaming, even blame Mother" replied the mother did not accept.

Seeing the pile of cement sacks on the terrace Sholeha no longer asked her mother why her former candidate came here earlier. He is a good seller to his buyers. What chance did he have to come here? he said in his heart. The more he paced here the busier Sholeha's brain thought about the man.

Who gave you the ring

(Sholeha, can you help me?)

One message came in from Sholeh.

Then there was a call from that number as well.

Who gave you the ring

calling....,....

" Yes, what's wrong?"

" Help see how many sacks of cement are there on the porch?

Sholeha went straight back to the terrace and did as Sholeh asked.

" There are seven, why?"

"I think I miscalculated, oh Ja, later please give a note to Dad yes, I send it to you after this, I forgot earlier."

" Oh yes, I won't tell you"

" Yes, Assalamualaikum."

What is this, there is only Sholeh, the reason is he. His father-in-law does not have a cell phone, why through Sholeha, even though only a note. Suliman must not have asked too much either.

Hem......

It's been like that.

Sholeha gave a small smile, fortunately mother had left, otherwise she would have caught Sholeha's slightly unfunny smile. Where was the loss of the boiling heart?

Sholeha entered the room, her eyes scanning all the corners in her room like there was something she had to change in her room.

Many old memories in every corner of his room, he had to move all the items given by Arman. He will start by changing all the stories in his life. She took down the symbol of her relationship with Arman from the wall of her room and her heart.

The release of one picture frame, it was only his own photo, but at that time the one who took the photo was Arman when they were traveling together. The two removed one large doll from her bed, a doll given by Arman when they were dating. The one remaining large doll that accompanied him, he was his dumpling gift when he got the first champion in the class, at that time he was only first class Junior High School.

And all the little things that kept Arman's memories in one box, he took them out of his room. Sholeha even cleaned her room without changing her work uniform first.

Sholeha really wants to move on from Arman starting today. So that his heart is calm unshadowed in the past in the future.

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