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Friendship is everything

But love is a gift

Bandung, February 2001

That afternoon the weather was not bright considering the dark cloudy moment hanging, hiding the sun that should still stand gallantly on the western horizon and turning the afternoon sky into a very beautiful orange color. The two figures in blue white uniforms were still struggling in the middle of the road ignoring the temperature that made anyone shiver in the cold, the man who should be working on his bike hastened his pedal so that they will get home soon and then spend the afternoon sleeping with a thick blanket mound and a cup of warm chocolate.

Reza Pratama is working on the pedal of the bike stronger, “Love, you hold me strong yes. Soon rain, if we do not spit later can be rained.”

The girl named Love was piggybacking Reza behind a small nod, “Iya, Za !!” the answer was half screaming.

Love bowed his head, sheltered behind Reza's back when the wind seemed to make his hair bristling, not long later the drizzle stubs had begun to descend slowly wet the asphalt land becomes darker.

Love tightens his jacket while the drizzle stub starts to turn into rain, “Za, we take shelter first yuk ! The rain will be added deres. There is a stall, we can buy food first and wait for the rain to subside.” said Love, he shouted and hoped his voice was heard enough by Reza's ears, Reza, because the sound of the wind and rain stubs cause quite noisy sounds.

Reza did not answer but his ears managed to catch what Love shouted, he turned his bike towards the stall with a wide terrace then sat on one of the wooden chairs lined up. The atmosphere of the stall was not crowded there were only a few people who seemed to be in the shade also accompanied by a glass of drink that was seen to emit small smoke from the cup.

Love took off her jacket and rubbed her palms together, she smiled at the figure of the mother who stood approaching them with a friendly smile, “Bu, we pesen anget tea two same boiled noodles yes.”

The mother nodded then turned around and left Reza and Love.

“You ngabarin your mother first Cint, later aunt Lena nyariin you.” Reza said, with a voice that sounded exhorting. This man is a friend of Love, they have been friends since 4th grade Elementary School.

Reza Pratama is the only man who can understand Love. Four years with the girl by automatically making her memories save and memorize every thing and everything that Love dislikes and likes. Reza has always loved being with her best friend. Feeling very calm and he does not know what other definitions exist besides the word happy to describe the moments he was with Love.

“Udah Kok Za.” Reply Love, he folded his hands on the table and changed his sitting position slightly shifted, “Eh you know not yesterday Rendy shot me.”

Reza twisting her face, “Really ? how do you keep ? You guys made it ?”reza couldn't cover up her shock. This is the fourth time Reza has heard the same statement from Love. Since the second year they entered Junior High, there have been how many men who shot his best friend.

High love, fair skin, has clear eyes with jet black cornea color, her hair is in line with the color of her eyeballs, straight long back with curls on the bottom, not just this, not just this, Cinta also has a smart brain, a few months ago she just won the English debate competition between Junior High School in Bandung, Bandung, everything in this girl has added value in the eyes of her male friends and upperclassmen. His friendly, and cepas-ceplos carry made him admired by many of his friends. This girl is not the type of girl who is feminine, it can even be said that she is not too concerned with the clothes she wears, T-shirts and jeans are her favorite clothes. Simplest.

“According to you Rendy how is Za, he is your basketball player ?”

Reza sighed, and smiled faintly. “He's good, pinter too, but. if the same cool problem saucy ya cakepan I donk.”

Love chuckles, she flicks her hands in front of her face, “That's you. Narcissistic really, really !”

Reza laughs, “You don't like her Cint ?” reza asked, this time the male voice sounded quite serious and calm.

Love cleared her throat slowly, she was just about to give her argument but the mother came to deliver her order. Love thanked her before the mother passed, she stirred her warm tea and sipped it a little.

“I...” voice Love stopped hanging. There was a bit of hesitation as he was about to continue. “I don't know Za, you'll know for yourself that many have shot me but I always refuse. The relationship did something good. The power is not important either. I'm only fourteen years old. What my mom said I tried later, small-time already dating. And I saw that Tika who just made it last week Bagas eh yesterday broke up and he cried that way. Ck, really less work right ?”

Reza laughed a little, “Hahaha you know Cint, who shot you was cool. Tomi the head of the osis, Amir kepten our Junior High School football, Damar the champion of this math competition and lastly, Rendy the basketball boy. What are you trying less of them ? Eh..yours even reject them all.”

Love chews her noodles, she laughs. “Reza is my best friend in the world, I am still a child not yet going out ! Pedekate, shoot, soan, sweet-sweet that, everywhere must be young tomorrow suddenly jealous, fight, break up ! The courtship was just a waste of energy know Za !”

Reza nodded his head in agreement with Love's argument. There was a sense of calm that Reza always felt after his shock gradually disappeared, he did not know what the calm was for. It's just that Reza currently feels like smiling widely, “Good deh Cint, wait for maturity dikit ya.”

*****

Bandung, October 2001

Reza gave a white cardboard wrap with blue ribbon on it to Love. The man's lips were pulled upwards forming a perfect smile that made him look very handsome. With a navy blue shirt whose arms are rolled up to the elbow limit, Reza's original tanned hair and black jeans combined with her white sneaker wrap around the tall man perfectly fit.

“Happy birthday yes Cint.” Reza said in a cheerful voice, she ruffled Love's hair and chuckled amusedly as she watched the girl puff her cheeks in annoyance.

“Aduh Za, don't mess my hair donk ! Aish you it yes !” protesting Love without any angry tone in it. The girl was used to Reza's treatment that was always arbitrary, and it seemed like Love had never scolded her best friend either. “By the way what is this Za ? You are well, why use ngado-ngado gini anyway ?!! I'm not a kid anymore?!”

“Oh so now my friend is already big huh??” seductive Reza as she pokes Love's nose, she uses a mocking tone that makes Love's cheeks meet red.

“Dih what the hell are you Za !” Love hit Reza's shoulder slowly, she could feel her cheeks heating up. Love does not know what is happening to it. Sometimes Reza's small touch did make him misbehave, his heart was racing, and his blood flow was rushing.

Reza laughed again.

“Keep laughing your mouth ! Very satisfied soin me that ridicule material !” Love pursed her lips and walked toward Reza, she sat on the swing of the garden in front of her house. Love breathed a sigh of relief, she looked her face up and looked at the darkening sky. There weren't many stars in the sky that night, only Love felt much calmer tonight.

“Za, can I open it?” love said, she lifted the small package and raised her eyebrows next to her.

Reza gave a small nod and walked over to the empty side next to Love.

“Yes for Za. I.ini.” Styled love. He did not know what to say, the gift Reza gave was a book called ‘Motching with the Jarum’ Hole Camera where this book is quite difficult to get. Cinta had even entered all the bookstores in Bandung but she did not get the book at all. The girl has a hobby of taking pictures. For Love the photo is a memory in concrete form.

Holding a current event in a paper for the foreseeable future.

Love has aspired since childhood to become a famous photographer.

The two black eyeballs were glazed over.

Reza narrowed his eyes as he caught the clear drop out of the corner of Love's eyes that fell very quickly, “Hei really cry Cint ? Don't cry donk ! Your face is ugly if you want to cry like that ! Love is not crying !”

Love wiped the corner of her eyes, she seemed to catch her breath for a moment. “No cry ! Who is crying !” then he tried to laugh.

“Bagusdeh ! Yaudah mendingan treat me yuk, laper nih !” Reza patted her stomach and smiled widely.

“Huu base ! I want it !”

The two of them then moved from there, walking side by side, occasionally Love looked up to check whether the stars in the sky had increased or still remained as he had seen. His lips were glistening for a moment capturing the sky above it was already spread over billions of stars that shimmered brightly twinkling very beautiful.

“Za ?” call Love slowly.

“Hmm ?”

“Lang yang yang later want what gift?”

Reza furrowed her brows, she turned her head looking at Love's face at a glance confirming the girl's expression but two seconds later Reza averted her eyes looking for another object. Reza took a deep breath and swallowed slowly. He smiled a little, his eyes closed for a while, “I just ask you to be there every year when I'm birthday. Simple right ?”

*****

Bandung, April 2003

The son grasps the hand of Love tightly when he feels the weight on his shoulder. “Love me so dear to you.”

Love mumbled slowly, “I also Put, you promise yes we will both continue. You've made me like you, we've been doing this for a year, so you have to take responsibility and accept the consequences !”

Son frowning. “Consequences ? What ?” his tone of voice is high.

Love chuckles and shuffles Son's hair, he changes his facial expression to be more serious, “You can't leave me !”

*****

Bandung, December 2003

“Za, next week I'm two years with Son. Very cool deh.”

“Oh ? Wow, I did not expect ! Very good indeed ! I'm glad he never hurt you Cint.”

Love smile. “You're looking for a girlfriend, so we can double date. A lot of know not a girl who likes you in school Za ! You're cute, head of sausage, basketball whiz, who's not fascinated by your kayaking guy !”

Reza laughed, his laughter was not a loose laugh, a laugh that sounded laugh at himself. He also did not know why he had to let out such a laugh.

A heavy breath coming out of Reza's nasal cavity, “Nggak. Shrimp first yes phone, learn gih bentar again exam right us ?”

******

Bandung, February 2004

The Son brought his face closer to Love with a slow motion, almost a few more ceases his lips clinging to the small lips of Love if only a slap did not land on his cheek quickly.

“Aw !”

Breath Love hunt fast, “You anything at all Put ?” his tone raised the emotional mark.

Reza's eyes turned red, she held onto her hot cheeks and twitched. “I want a kiss from you ! We've been dating Cint for two years, when you never gave me anything?”

The heat blew his heart. “You think I'm a cheap chick huh ? We were just dating ! It's good to kiss ! Keep your attitude yes Put !”

The Son's emotions were provoked, like a slap that landed back on his cheek. He raised his chin high. “So you're not a cheap girl ? Cih, what a muna you Cint ! Si Reza play at your house until the malem is why ? While I was the most stuck to your house also nyampe half nine ! Which girlfriend of yours is me what is Reza hah?”

PLAQUE !

Love's hands twitched hot, the girl's chest moved up and down. “Jaga your talk Yes Put ! Reza is my best friend from us SD ! Mama I also believe in him and please do not drag his name here !”

“See ! You believe him ! All this time I've been dating for a kiss it's not that hard ! And just this time the girl I've been with hasn't been able to get me kissed !”

Love grunts, “Fine, from now on you don't have to bother me ever being the girl you Put ! Disgust me as you become ! Niesel really so far wasted time with guys do not know your macem ethics !”

******

Bandung, March 2005

“Cint let's eat donk, you'll get sick later. When do you want to be like gini hmm ? You don't like mommy with your papa ? You don't pity me ?”

“Cint, open his mouth, eat yuk dikit aja deh ! Ah not really exciting Love time that wants to eat so gini anyway ! I miss the old love.”

“Front month we test Cint, move on ! Survive ! Our lives are long. If you think you're just wasting time!”

Love sighed, she flicked away her blanket, it had been almost a month that the girl shut herself in her room, became more reserved, had no appetite and shut herself up. He leaned his body against the iron barrier on the balcony of his room. His body leaning forward, his eyes closed together, seen breathing as much oxygen as possible. A lot of things happened all this time. A lot of things have changed and changed. But he realized one that never moved and moved in the slightest. That figure. The figure that there was always nine years in his life. Accompanying him laughed. Her ears. Accommodate all his complaints. Never made him suffer this kind of pain.

Reza Bediri was swept away in silence. For the man, laughter and happiness love the most important. He was even willing to suppress his own feelings for years. Always saying everything will work out as it should, always trying to think realistically. Although sometimes when he feels like crying reality even requires him to laugh, Reza has always been the most stupid human being in the world if he is beside the girl. But he never cared. Surviving the fact that he could still see the girl in his eyesight, because Reza was aware, he did not need to say his feelings clearly, nor did he want to demand anything from Love. Just a friend and probably never will change. And if it must change Reza is too afraid if someday to be faced with reality as experienced by Love with the Son. Being a hated ex.

Then he had to lose the girl, no ! It's too horrible ! He better sacrifice a little. She doesn't want to be an ex-boyfriend. Too stupid it sounds !

Love is quite present and there then everything is already very enough for Reza.

“Iya Za, thank you very much so far, you are a very good friend.”

Reza smiled with relief. It was so good to finally hear the voice of love.

“If I could have a guy who could understand me like you Za.”

******

Ngurah Rai Airport, July 2005

“Pursue your ideals yes Cint, take care of yourself there, want to eat, enough rest, do not forget to take this ngontact your friend ! And if you are bullish, picky the bulls do not come from comot only !” Reza ruffled Love's hair, then they laughed together.

After graduation, Cinta decided to study in Japan, Reza also already knew the ideals of the girl to be able to study there. Although heavy, he knew when removing the girl would arrive. Reza still keeps it very well. Laughing, teasing, cheating, as usual. The man who has grown up knows how increasingly crowded the taste that he deposits and has lodged in his heart. As she matures, Reza is getting used to the pain and pain that is currently hitting her. All along the most important thing he could see was the girl. But the truth that was before his eyes, just waiting for a few more minutes he would not be able to see the girl for some time. Reza comforted himself again, unable to see his face, hearing his voice and knowing the girl was fine was better than anything. He held his face and heart for a moment to hear the sound of a notification so that passengers with Japanese destinations immediately entered the departure hall.

“Log in there ! Ntar missed the plane !” Reza pushed the body of Love and tried to laugh.

Love takes her breath, “Za, no one wants you to talk?” he stared deeply at Reza trying to find something but the vainness he was looking for remained invisible there.

“Oh yes !” he shouted with round eyes.

Love waiting,”What ?” he said in a stern and impatient voice.

Reza maju mendekat, “Boleh aku peluk kamu Cint ?”

Without a hint of length Love squandered and wrapped her hands around Reza's neck. The clear droplets kept coming out wetting Reza's shoulder t-shirt.

A minute passed, Reza released her body and let out a long sigh.

“Udah said don't cry ! Ugly knows how to cry !” he said in a complaining tone that sounded ostensibly annoyed. Reza chuckled softly and flicked Love's nose slowly.

Love turns and keeps going. What he expected did not happen and he stopped hoping. Maybe his assumption was wrong all along. Never as he imagined. Love disappears and Reza's heart feels half touched. There's a gaping empty there.

“If the time comes, and if God permits.. Someday later.”

******

Bandung, July 2012

“Reza.”

Reza stopped his activity, his finger floating in the air complete with a pen that was supposed to be etched onto the white paper on his desk. His body's work system was suddenly paralyzed when his ears heard the sound. It had been five years, he clearly still remembered who the owner of the voice was. It's just still too hesitant to make sure that it's not just a hallucination. Reza closed her eyes trying to regain her focus.

“Za..” The voice was again heard, this time in a clear voice.

Reza was aghast as he watched the figure standing in front of his desk.

He blinked as if he still could not believe his vision. “C..cin..love ?”

The girl smiled, “Hai.. how are you?”

Reza mindlessly circled around his desk and pulled the girl into his arms still making sure that he really wasn't dreaming.

“I go home Za..” whispered Love softly in Reza's ear. Notah since when his tears had wet Reza's suit.

Reza let the position stand for a while. A feeling of warmth and relief infiltrated his chest cavity. He knew that now everything felt right and whole.

Reza let go of his embrace, he pecked at his best friend's face, there was a smile on Reza's lips. “You're healthy. I'm so happy to see it.” Sincerely speaking.

“Hey how is there a bule that makes you have a crush on?” Reza invites Love to sit on the sofa located in the corner of his study.

Love pucked and hit Reza head slowly, “Still just love to tease me ya ! We are big Za, basic !” he laughed.

Reza cleared his throat, he might not know if this was the right time or not. But deep down in his heart he had already promised himself. “Udah gede yes we ? Cint. I don't know if it's the right time or not, but I promise myself that God will, for the first and I hope to be the last in my life I say this word to girl.” Slowly, Reza sighed. “I love you Cint, more than friends.. You want to be...?”

“Pacar ?” Love interjected, he could not cover the rumble in his chest that felt almost crushed.

Reza chuckles, she shakes her head, “Not, um you think we're still ABG again what !”

“Contin ?”

“So my old friend.. Cut the rest of our lives off on one roof, so my future owner is the only woman I'll see when I open my eyes in the morning, and be the last one when the mall is transformed.. so the mother of my children, so best friend and boyfriend who never existed said ex.”

Love doesn't know what to say. He had no reason to refuse and said no. He knew one thing, only a man like Reza Pratama wanted to see his future, to be the only man he would see in his entire life. Slowly love nodded.

Reza hugged Love, the girl buried her face on her shoulders, the most comfortable place she realized it had been so close. Love whispers softly right in Reza's ear, “Our friendship is everything Za, and love.this is the most beautiful gift from God.”