Mistakes & Selfishness Behind Happiness
Chapter 2

**new number**

Walking in the hot sun, it was exhausting. Sweat pouring, not to mention tired because of walking.

Arriving at home,

" Askalabar buk, "

" Wa'alaikumsalam, have you returned home? tired huh? quickly change clothes and rest, lunch, do not forget to pray nduk! " Said the mother who was rubbing the clothes.

" Yes buk, hot, tired. Where are you going buk? "

" You have left for work, just after you left for school, " answered my mother.

" Oh no sleep. Did you just come home, why are you back at work again buk? didn't you say you were going back to work this morning? "

" Yes maybe the work of the father again a lot, can not be left long - long at home."

" But I still miss buk, want to be invited to walk - walk too."

" Yes talk to yourselves, easy to hope, tomorrow Sunday home again. Yes, sono hunted change clothes! "

" Yes buk."

Father works in Jogja, I don't know exactly where I don't know.Yang I know only he works in Jogja. Because far away so the father comes home once a week sometimes 2 weeks.

I took a glass of water, I sat in the chair in the kitchen, and I drank it. The glass I gulped down made me quench my thirst.

I rested my body on the chair, I closed my eyes for a moment to slightly unwind my fatigue.

Tring, tring, tring, mother's phone sounds, signs there is an incoming call.

I picked it up and I picked it up, because it just so happened that your phone was near me, spelled in front of me.

" Hello assalamualaikum," my greetings.

" Na'alaikumsalam." He answered my greetings, I was surprised because from his voice, this is a man, but not the voice of the father.

" I'm sorry who is this?" I asked, because on my phone this is a new number.

" Can't you contact me?" said.

" Where's my mother's number from?" my many. I didn't answer the question, because it made me curious, so I went behind it, how could a man call my mother's phone?

From his voice, not om om ya. Who the hell asked for acquaintance anyway? what is temen ibuk? cook does mom have a flocking acquaintance? Then where do you know her? I never went anywhere. Only in the kitchen in the same well on the mattress. I still ask questions in my heart.

" So prank I ngacak, because this number is similar to my temen number, only I change the 2 numbers behind it. "Answer.

The answer is , able to answer all the questions I have in mind. But I still feel suspicious.

This was the beginning I knew him, starting from the puckiness of teenagers, which was at that time again viral his prank - fad ngacak phone number gitu😁.

Perhaps it was God's destiny, in this way, to meet me with him, to fill my days, to give me a new feeling that I had never felt before. A story I will never forget.

It used to be that trend again. Fancy change the number of mobile phone numbers, then call him, if lucky to know the same age continue to be friends, sometimes also like stray to the number om - om 😅. Rada kocak emang, but cool, once the phone is not rich now. My phone and my friends are old. Yellow screen, hehehe if you have a color that is already wow, what else there is a camera, rarely anyone has if the village mah. Not know what else BBM Wa, SMSan used to be just the same phone, but serik😁 keypad is still ABC that. It used to be so memorized fast, while the bristling can be. Pulse 5 thousand is very durable. Durable battery😅😅 Hp Hardiness.

Kuy continued, 😉

" Can you contact me, please,? I'm Afif, who are you??" ask again.

Wow he immediately said his name, is he really serious about getting to know me?

ask me in my heart.

" I'm Ayu, oh yes if you want to meet me later call my number, this is my mother's number because," I replied.

Because it's my mother's phone. Cook yes I call using mom's phone.

" I'll text you in my number" I said.

" Okay, I'm waiting for an SMS from you." The answer.

Tut, tut, tut, tut, the voice of the call sign has ended.

" Yes, not yet the greeting was closed or the phone was not polite." While grumbling, I send my number via a short message, if not immediately I send, I am afraid later he will call ibuk keep😁 will not be funny later the same phone in droves.😄

****

Afif Permana was born Pepper on May 5, 1994.

A handsome man with a simple look was not excessive. His hobby is playing football.

He doesn't like weird things. Although he grew up in the middle - the middle of the association that yes, it can be said is not good. Because many friends his age are familiar and good friends with liquor.But he is able to fortify himself so as not to fall into trouble. And that's one of the plus points I like about him. He still sits in High School. Just like me he was also born into a simple family. He with all his gentleness and patience was able to conquer this unstable and pliable - plan and selfish me.

Starting from a fad - a fad, later so the temen continues to be demen😁.Maybe this is also from the part that God has planned. Presenting her to accompany me in my most difficult moments, helped me to keep getting up and moving forward.

****

Shortly after I sent my number to Afif, my phone rang. I immediately rushed to pick up my phone, which was still in the room and yes, there was a call from a new number, it was definitely him.

I talked for a while, because I wanted to eat my lunch immediately, and fulfill my obligations.

I ended his call, after being satisfied I asked - ask this and that.It turns out he is a child from the next village. It was a little far away from the village where I lived.

Because maybe I just knew I was kind of ignorant, and yeah, I don't really care. I still don't believe it, he's a stranger I just met. Still reluctant to talk about many things.

After I was done with my business, I put my body in the room, while exchanging messages with my beloved friends, discussing the duties of the school earlier, because of the duties of the group, as well, we decided to do it at Yani's house.

Drowsiness is approaching.

I put my phone next to the pillow where I slept and I closed my eyes. Because the stomach was full, it did not take long finally I slept with his pulse.

Tring, tring, tring, tring, the sound of the cell phone sign there is an incoming call.

My phone that rang made me wake up from my deep sleep.

Who the hell? disturb people to sleep.

With my eyes still closed I pushed the green button and brought it closer to my ears.

" Hello assalamualaikum, who is this?" I asked who was half conscious.

" Wa'alaikumsalam, just woke up? am I interrupting your sleep? Ask him with

distinctive sounds. Although I only heard it 2 times, I already know who he is.