Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs
Extra part (POV Leon 2)
...What missed me will never be my destiny, and what was destined for me will never miss me. ~Umar bin Khattab...
We came out of the shopping center, our groceries were brought by store employees and put in the trunk of the car. Every now and then these eyes still kept going around, hoping to see Gus Raka again. He hasn't given me anything I can teach him. His words of wisdom whenever I met him I always waited.
We've been packing luggage, just the stuff we just bought that hasn't been packed, it doesn't matter to me, I just have to get some people to take care of it.
"Would you eat first?" actually I am not hungry, but I deliberately invite Nisa to eat so that our togetherness in Bali is not wasted.
I knew for sure he would turn and smile at me, that smile that now and in the future will always be me later,
"You!"
"We went to the restaurant?" I pointed to a halal-furnished lesehan-style restaurant next to where we were shopping.
Nisa again nodded her head and this hand became so well trained that she took her hand, carried this leg down the vaping path and stopped at the open-air restaurant.
Although it is located close to a multi-storey building, but the restaurant became the most comfortable place to rest, because in addition to being surrounded by fish ponds, the restaurant is also a place to rest, several small fountains are installed in the middle of small gardens on each edge of the seating which is carpeted and short tables.
We chose a place close to the entrance,
"Sit down!" I helped Nisa to go up to the seat she had on to distinguish the floor and the seat.
"What do you want to eat?"
"Burn on fire!"
"Drink?"
"Es orange!"
I also ordered the same as Nisa's message, I have no experience eating a place like this, actually it was just the origin of the point.
Nisa kept telling me all the while waiting for our order, I started getting used to her stories, even though it was not really important to listen to her but hearing Nisa tell me stories made me happy.
"Mas Leon is quiet anyway, I'm too chatty huh?"
I chuckled at Nisa's question, how did she realize that she was actually so chatty.
"Laughs anyway?"
"Just thinking, since when does a chatty person realize that he is chatty!"
"Ihhh, Leon intentionally!" Nisa smiled spoiledly at me, I like it. My heart often thumped like that, I was confused what to do, I turned my eyes elsewhere to normalize my heartbeat.
"Please order!"
I breathed a sigh of relief as the waiter came to deliver the order. Two dishes of grilled duck, chili and two glasses of orange ice.
There were no spoons, forks or knives as I thought, only two small basins filled with water, I had no idea what the basin was for. I looked at Nisa.
"Mas, pray first!"
Nisa reminded me, I smiled and started to recite the prayer, Nisa just kept a check on her.
Nisa is seen dipping her hands into the basin, and begins to eat.
"Mas, let's eat! Yummy loh!" Nisa had already begun to feed her food into her mouth.
"Yes!" I did the same thing Nisa did, dipping her hand in the basin. "Is there no fork or knife?"
Nisa frowned, then laughed.
"Mas Leon don't joke, don't pant!"
"I'm serious!"
Maybe because of seeing my serious face, Nisa stopped her laughter and looked at me.
"Mas Leon really seriously can't eat like this?"
"It used to seem like it could, but I forgot!"
"All right, let Nisa help!"
"Agggg, eat!"
I automatically opened my mouth and Nisa's food and hand went into my mouth, I chewed it after Nisa pulled her hand back. It feels different, it's more delicious.
"Where? Yummy, right?" nisa asked and I nodded my head. I began to practice what Nisa did, quite difficult, several times failed but Nisa painstakingly taught me to eat with her hands.
Not because I've been used to living well since I was a kid but because I've never taught anyone what it's like to eat in a public place like this, enjoy free time with family. In my life there is only reciprocation, I was raised by people who are not my family, I can not live casually even though they love me still it feels different.
I think back to Gus Raka, it turns out that the man was not much different from me, only he was lucky enough to be in a normal family, no competition or violence, no competition, there are no strong and weak, no dead or deadly theories.
Now that we are in Banda air nationwide, some luggage we have put in our cargo only just waiting for the call for passengers.
We sat in the waiting room, again Nisa leaned her head on my shoulder, I was happy but I was at once worried.
"Are you sick? Or if you mind if we take a plane we can take a car to Surabaya?"
"Mas, Nisa is not pa pa pa, just want to be like this, this feels comfortable!" for some reason when he said it was comfortable, it felt flowery, like something was exploding there.
"Alright, sleep!" I pulled Nisa's head again onto my shoulder, this time even my left hand rubbed her head.
The plane will leave in half an hour, half an hour not a short time. While driving away boredom, I went back to looking at our photos during the holidays, I chose one photo and I made my phone wallpaper.
"It's good, she's so cute!" lirih.
I went back to looking for good photos, not only while on vacation, it seems like I also have a new habit now, I often take photos of Nisa secretly while asleep.
Until my hand stops on the photo I took a while ago, the photo will be small.
"Raka Gus!"
Leon also sent the photo to someone not forgetting he also sent a message.
//Find the child in this photo, she went missing about twenty years ago in a Bali-Surabaya bus accident//send, read.
//Good sir//Read.
I kept my phone back, hoping that this way I could find Gus Raka's family.
No matter how long the call for all the passengers to the destination sounded, this time I was forced to wake Nisa, we could not wait for the departure of the next plane because our belongings had already entered the plane.
"I'm sorry!" I said as we sat on the plane.
"What's mas for?"
"Because I woke him up!"
"If Leon left me at the new airport, Leon can apologize!"
"I can't leave you!"
"There's no need to apologize!"
"I'm serious!"
"I'm more serious too!" my last way was to rub the top of his head, I admit defeat if I argue with him.
We then shut up, the plane started flying. Nisa took her tab and it looks like she by writing this time, I let her and did not want to bother her until she finished writing, writing definitely needs high concentration.
I chose to close my eyes, because every night I was reluctant to close my eyes, it would be a pity if I missed a second without looking at her deep face, she was so sweet. I used to steal kisses from him when he was asleep, hopefully he wouldn't get angry because I did that.
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