Port of Love Ekklesia
The First Story (White Ash 1)

"Grea!!!!!"

That voice stopped my sweet dreams in broad daylight.

"Yes Ma!" I answered as I got out of bed, but didn't get out of the room immediately. I was still busy stretching the muscles of my body that were still stiff.

"Grea!!!! Don't rot in the room! Your job is just making out with those books, right?" Shouted my mother from the kitchen not far from my room.

" No Ma... I was sleeping anyway" I replied upset at my Mama's accusation (Although in fact, what my Mama said was a fact that happened in the days I went through).

"Sleep..sleep...look at that eye, it's like a Panda's eye!" Shouted my mama while wanting to swallow me alive.

Actually my mom is a good person. However, seeing me every day just making out with books, until sometimes not sleeping and forgetting to eat, made my Mama like a hungry lion every day. Understand yes his emotions exploded, because in his blood flowed Batak blood whose tone was quite high. And of course, that blood also flowed into my blood, but luckily I was a little gentler than my Mama (Sometimes 😂).

"Yes.iya.iya.but this time I really slept, Ma" I replied as I walked towards my Mom.

"Fast eat...you must not have eaten, right?" Guess my mama with the spatula still pointing at me.

"Yes.iya...." Reply again in a weak tone because I just woke up.

After a brief debate was over with my mother, I then picked up the food that was on the dining table. Then, immediately bring her into my room.

It became my habit, eating in my room while reading sentences by sentence from the pile of my favorite novels. My mother was not surprised by this because, indeed reading has become my hobby that is ingrained.

Especially read the novel. My days will not pass without reading a novel. That's what happened until I was almost 17. And in 7 months viewers, I'll be 17. 😣

In addition to reading Novels, on the sidelines of my activities, I will also spend time watching, watching Korean dramas that are currently viral.

This morning, the atmosphere at school was still quiet. Due to the cloudy weather, many school children are late to school.

"Where are all the kids?" I muttered while sitting in front of my class chair which was deliberately placed as a waiting place.

If noticed every day, I was always the fifth person to arrive at school after the super diligent principal, two cleaning mothers, and the super kece school security guard. Even if the order of presence were to shift, I would at most be seventh. And, that sequence will change when I wake up late.

In school I included outstanding students, but less famous. Because I'm a mid-level shy. Why did I say medium level? Because behind me being quiet, I still have friends and best friends.

There were six of them, Septi, Levi, Niya, Sharon, and Karina. So, the six of us used to be called a gang of 6 little girls. Because in addition to sweet, the six of us also always excel in their respective fields. Moreover, the field of study, we are always chasing who is the most superior. And, the most superior was Septi, in second place was sat by me, and my other best friend always changed his position.

If the field of study, Septi is an expert. The most thug among the six of us is also him for sure.

"Grea!!!!"

That shout managed to disperse my reverie. However, when I turned to the direction of the voice, the standing figure managed to develop my cheek with a sweet smile that had always been a natural make-up when I faced her.

"Yes...."

I answered as gently as possible while standing from my seat. My tenderness back then seemed to take away my predicate. Yes, the predicate of Batak girl who is famous for her booming voice.

Although actually my tone is not rude, but if anyone hears my tone at that time, they must think that I am a girl of Javanese descent. It is undeniable anyway, every time I face him then I will turn very soft. I would tidy up my hair, inspect my clothes from top to bottom, and slightly timidly glanced at him.

Anyway, when I meet him even until he calls my name all, then this world is mine alone. The others are contracted. 😊

I was still fixated on seeing her figure walking closer and closer towards me. Her shining aura that kept moving towards me that morning, made my right skirt wrinkle, because of my squeeze. It was a sign that my heart was almost jumping from where it should be.

Who is the man Ekklesia refers to?

Let's wait for the next episode. 😆

~When I came I saw. And when I don't come, I hear. It's all about you, about you who keep wrestling all the way into my soul~

*T.P.S.G*