My Friend in Primary School
Chapter 3

Ananda and I got along quickly, it didn't take long for us to get along. But even at that time I did not think that I would be her sister's partner.

How long did he go to college, his mother went to see his sister, that was the first time I met his mother first. Not to meet him, from the last time we met until now we have never met again, and it has been a very long time while still in Primary School.

His mother was very gentle and kind. I also met his father and his brother. They're all very nice to me, but even then I didn't think I'd end up with him.

"oh so this is the name xyna, his aunt dion, his mother ananda too, this is the cloud of dion's youngest sister" asked his mother gently.

"yes aunt, auntie how are you?" I answered while shaking his mother's hand.

"alhamdulillah well, how's xyna? what college, okay?".

" Alhamdulillah aunty good, smooth also college".

We also chatted until it felt like time was running fast. Since it was also dark I decided to go back to the boarding house.

"aunty is already malem, xyna permission to leave first yes, because also tomorrow there are activities on campus from the morning, gapapa ya aunty?".

" o yes gapapa dear, sorry aunt yes kemaleman, sorry also if already ngerepotin xyna to see ananda during here".

"why aunt, xyna ga feels repotted at all".

Finally we split up that night, it was not the first and last meeting, there was the next meeting again. Until his youngest brother spoke to his mother "ma is his soul mate brother, brother is good, brother is the same as him".

His mother who was horrified to talk so just smiled and replied "where do you want that brother with your brother, after all he must have a girlfriend".

"yes if you don't believe in gapapa" replied his sister briefly.

Here me and Dion even lost contact (again). But my sister and I, we still make friends and occasionally meet to just play together.

Graduation day arrived, here I have a boyfriend who used to be my ex-boyfriend in High School. We turned it back again when I was undergoing KKN. We have been in love for a very long time, about 8 years together, even though there is a break-up.

After graduating from college, my father retired from work. Our family decided to go back to their hometown in Medan.

In his hometown, my mother and father opened a food stall with processed home cooking. Here I am still in love with my boyfriend, it's just that our relationship is a bit problematic because of the LDR we live.

This is where the beginning of my story and my husband returned to exchange news until finally getting married. At that moment, he suddenly contacted me back through social media.

"assalamualaikum xyna", so he said.

I rarely see social media do not realize that he sent a message. A few days passed, I just opened my social media and I saw a message from him. I open it and read it.

Again, he, I thought. Most also this stale base, ntar also after being replied he disappeared again. With a bit of laziness I kept replying to the message.

That short and fast I was with him.

" how are you? Where are you now? when are you back in the village?" tanyakanya.

Indeed, from I arrived here until now no one knows except my closest friends and my extended family.

"well thank God, you? I've been here since the beginning of the year".

He didn't reply for long, "really? Are you in the field? His place? Can you get your phone number?".

"yes, really, I say it too do you know? Can 08xxxxxxxxxx".

"move chat yes" she replied briefly.

And right, there hasn't been 5 minutes, he chatted me.

"xyna this is my number, dion. Save yes".

"iya yon, btw your number is so much in me, everything is not kepake what how?"

"my number is active only this, the others are deleted".

As long as we exchanged the news, there were already a lot of numbers that I kept, not just one.

"okay I save ya".

" this is you really back in the village?", asked him to make sure.

"yes, really, why would I lie try".

" well, your suit is there, I'm out of town. Will you stay or go back to Pekanbaru?".

"it's good to stay, because my father has retired and is dead to live here again".

"oo so can dong later I go back there we meet".

"maybe, I can meet other people as well".

"okedeh later I'll tell you if I come back, how do you know if you want to drop souvenirs"

"yes. Ah gausah bother". That's my answer and the end of our conversation. He also did not reply anymore.