The AsN's Friend
Mate

Ayla sighed as she returned to her room. He just helped Ayunda with her PR.

Second-graders talk and tell more stories than they learn. He had to persuade her a few times before they refocused on her PR.

Looking at the room he had tidied up earlier, Ayla smiled with satisfaction. All of his ex's belongings are gone, he's about to embark on his move on journey.

Ayla went to wash her face before getting ready for bed, she hoped that tomorrow would be better than today.

….

Across the city, a man sat contemplating in front of his house. The black coffee that he had brewed had now become cold.

The man - Asvi- remembered the words of his older sister this afternoon.

“Ayla has broken up, hunt deketin him gih!”

“Disconnect? Do you know where you are?” tanyanya could not believe it.

Asvi has loved Ayla for a long time. He did not dare to approach it once he knew the girl already had a lover.

“Ayunda the story was.”

“Emang Ayunda talk can be trusted?”

“That you are not a set! Mbak has definitely the same Ayunda,” said his older brother is anxious.

Her sister then told her chronology how she knew Ayla had broken up. Starting from the doll, until his words are looking for a serious man.

“...” Asvi fell silent upon hearing that.

He actually had long stopped hoping, but his figure still often appeared on lonely nights.

“Where? Will come tomorrow? PDKT first, it.”

“She doesn't want to be the same as me, Ma'am,” shouts Asvi.

“You've met Lala? When?”

“Tadi, by Cafe.”

“So you want to give up? How many years have you been waiting for him?”

Asvi fell silent. His heart did not want to let go. Even though the girl had already forgotten herself, Asvi still kept on remembering her.

“Vi? Maybe he's pangling with you. You have changed a lot from the past,” said his brother.

Asvi smiled hearing that. It has changed a lot. Not only was his face getting thinner, but his weight had also dropped drastically.

Come to think of it, it was also natural that Ayla did not remember it.

“I don't want to be too hopeful, Ma'am.”

Too much hope it hurts, like his promise when Junior High first…

“Yaudah, you have a holiday tomorrow right? Here stop by Mbak's house, Ayunda also has not seen you for a long time.”

“OK, Mbak,” he replied intending to close their call.

“Sama you met Lala. Ma'am wants to be your Mak Comblang tomorrow,” murmured her brother from across the phone, Asvi instantly froze.

“If the soul mate will not go where Mbak,” reply Asvi.

“Yes, if you sat your set you must have married. You are, over thinking. After graduating Junior High School said it was just a love of monkeys, graduating high school said you did not PD the same body you, graduated college you said you wanted to find a job established first. Lala's turn has a boyfriend, you're upset yourself,” her sister's fuss.

“Iya, yes, tomorrow I stop by. This is maghrib, I want to take a shower first,” cut Asvi quickly. He was embarrassed to remember his puberty days were still unstable.

Asvi sighed for the umpteenth time, she then moved and drank the cold coffee. Bitter and cold, like his love story.

Tonight, one girl falls asleep with tears, one man sleeps in a dream. They both hoped the morning would come sooner.

-o0o

Ayla awoke from her sleep before the adhan maghrib reverberated. He touched his sticky eyes because of the tears.

“Hah, fucking dream!” slowly swear.

Humans may be able to control their emotions, but they cannot control their hearts.

Three years is not a short time, Ayla has put her emotions too much in relation to Rian. Because he believed they would be together until the end.

He took his phone which still put Rian's photo as wallpaper and lockscreen.

He once fell in love to become a slave of love, so he put all his efforts in order to the blessing of Rian's parents.

“Konyol,” murmured as he recalled all his thoughts that had now become such a tragic comedy.

Inhaling deeply, Ayla deleted their photos one by one. Without feeling his tears returned to drip as memories after sweet memories invaded his brain.

After the sun began to rise, Ayla came out to change her mood. He brought plastic clothes and accessories that he had packed yesterday.

“For Mbak Lala! Want to go find breakfast?” greet a woman who sweeps the courtyard.

“Mbak Sanah, morning! The front porridge of the alley open no ya?” reply Ayla.

“Open Ma'am, yesterday who had just returned from Solo. This morning directly open.”

“Oh yes, I have no shirt. Ma'am Sanah want?”

“Eh is too small? Lala's Mbak is fat?”

“No way, there is more skinny! It's still good, but I can't wear it.” Ayla handed over the black plastic before waving her hand and left from there. He did not want to explain his broken relationship.

….

At the congee shop, Ayla who only ordered a serving of porridge waited quite a long time. He had to listen to the wedding story of the shop owner's son who just got married.

“Mbak Lala looks the same age as Salma, when did Mbak start?” asked Mr. Iwan, the Owner of the Shrine, with friendly intentions.

Unfortunately, the sensitive Ayla was offended, her lips twitching to correct that she was two years younger than her daughter. But if he was honest, he would definitely look even more pitiful. So he just replied with a smile.

“Child is now at a leisurely pace, Salma is also not a young marriage intention, but her boyfriend came intent on nglamar, right means serious,” continued Mr. Iwan.

Ayla simply nodded, inwardly she was again offended. His ex had no serious intentions.

“Terus Salma resigned from his work, Sir?” ask one of the customers to connect their conversation.

Ayla just sighed, trying to be patient. If responded to, Mr. Iwan will be longer and longer the story! But he was already hungry. Last night he only ate fried bananas given by Bu Kos. Ayla has no appetite at all.

“Ya, work tetep. Her husband still works at a public transport provider.”

“Dapet angkot driver?”

“Not, he works at Ojek Online.”

Ayla heard the two talk with a stiff smile. Isn't Salma's husband a G*jek driver? Why Mr. Iwan needs to go around in circles.

“Pak, where is my porridge? I have an event this morning,” interrupted Ayla.

Mr. Iwan realized that this one customer had been standing waiting long enough, he then immediately handed over the porridge package that had been ready since.

“This money fits, greetings to Salma yes Sir, may last, anyway I pray SAMAWA,” said Ayla before escaping from the store.

“Thank You Lala! Hopefully soon after!” reply Pak Iwan shouted at Ayla's figure who was getting away.

“Amiin,” Ayla replied in a whisper.

He walked into the boarding gate when he heard the cry of a child from the house of Mrs Kos.

“Mbak Lala! Ayunda wants to keep the promise yesterday!”

“Hah?” ayla asked confusedly.

He looked to the side and saw a man beside Ayunda looking at him.

The deg!

Ayla wants to curse. Isn't that the same guy who caught him in the men's room yesterday?

“Mampus I,” murmured Ayla.