MY BOYFRIEND LECTURER
SN 97'S
“Sby, don't joke.” Zalfa tried to make the atmosphere stiff to relax.
“I'm serious. I've been wanting to talk to you for a long time. And I'm getting the right time. But I don't think I have any more room to hold this feeling to you. Exactly not right, I feel like I have to tell you. I don't want to mess up later if I'm not honest.”
“You don't want the name do I have a replacement for Faisal or not? Am I alone or do I have a husband? We are neighbors, but maybe we rarely communicate considering you are always busy working. To the extent that you may not know my status now.”
“Masa bodo.” Soleh smiled faintly. “I don't want to know who you love. I don't want to know who you are now. But obviously, I love you. The thing is you want to accept me or not, that's a back business. I'm sure this phrase will mean something to you.”
Zalfa was still silent.
Soleh raised eleven eyebrows and stuffed the ends of his hands into his pants pocket. Looks very relaxed. Both corners of her lips were attracted to form a sweet smile.
“I didn't expect much from a woman as beautiful as you.” Soleh stared at the spoiled pretty face in front of him. “I only hope for one, can be your life companion.”
“Sby, I already have a husband. Name's Arkhan. My marriage was only witnessed by a few people. And we didn't have time to tell you because you were out of town.”
Soleh is glued like a sambet. “Nobody knows what is coming. If God had determined me and you were a match, then you would still be mine even if now the one who stood by you was Arkhan, or whoever it was.”
So great is Soleh's belief in his hope.
“Oya, later please convey to Mas Ismail tell home. Biasalah, TV broadcast nyariin,” said Soleh.
Zalfa nodded. “Gini day still use parabola.”
Ting tong's…
Just as Zalfa's feet stepped on the steps, the doorbell rang again. Zalfa turned his body and walked back towards the door. Who's coming? Come back again time. Zalfa wondered.
But had not been able to reach the handle, his step stopped when from the window he caught the view out there. The sight that made him take a deep breath. The familiar red sports car in his eyes was perched in the courtyard of the house. No other Faisal's car.
Oh my God, Faisal? Zalfa's heart was clashing incoherently. His feelings are mixed. And he was still confused about his own feelings.
The doorbell rings. While Zalfa was still silent in his standing position and seemed to be thinking. Meet or not?
Ah, he can't be a coward. After Faisal had been stranded for so long, it would be unfair if he did not meet the man. With an erratic heartbeat, Zalfa approached the door, his hands extended to grab the door hanlde. Press it, then pull it until the door opens.
Zalfa was surprised to see that the guest standing at the door was not Faisal. But a beautiful blonde girl with short jeans, one-stropped shirt on the shoulder, a bag slipping on the shoulder. Elijah. The girl who always put on the face of the jutek looked at Zalfa flat.
“Sister Zalfa!” call Elijah in doubt. He looked at Zalfa a little awkwardly.
“Mm... Yes yes?” Zalfa answered puzzledly, how could the giraffe come to his house? And parked in front of his house was Faisal's car, but why did the one who appeared at the door even Elijah?
TB