The Last Love's
A Sneaker

Galang immediately tiptoed when suddenly his closet door opened wide, and showed the figure of a girl jumping out and standing right in front of him.

“Naya?” asked Galang as if he did not believe the figure now standing in front of him.

The man rubbed his eyes and blinked several times, trying to believe himself if he was not currently dreaming or hallucinating.

“Kakak!” yelling Naya immediately hold Galang tightly, so that the brother realized if he was not imagining.

“When do you come home? Who brought you home?” tanya Galang stretched their arms.

“Picked up same man papa,” honest Naya with a big smile continues etched on her lips.

Since childhood, Naya prefers to live in the village with her grandmother. The girl fell in love with the beauty of the village from the first sight, and now she is forced to go home and settle back with her family at the request of the father, who says he wants to see their daughter's development firsthand.

“Truly papa picked up?” Galang was quite surprised to hear his sister's answer. His expectations drifted far away, until Naya shook her head slowly.

“Ngakt that too. Papa there is business near the village there, keep papa tell people to pick up Naya,” said Naya.

Galang only ber oh ria, his expectations are too high if he expects his little brother will get more affection, than he felt from both parents.

“You've been bumping there?” He led Naya to walk towards the bed.

“No, Naya could have fainted in there over and over,” replied the girl with a soft coil.

Their age is only four years, making them able to tell stories more freely. Little does Naya know, her return is to make her brother not feel lonely, plus she is also worried when she finds out her brother has a severe accident.

He was even willing to move, even though he would soon take the exam for class.

“Later if Naya has gone to school, sister help ajarin Naya yes,” pinta Naya with a clear face.

“Iya, later brother ajarin,” Galang replied while ruffling his sister's hair.

The presence of Naya, making Galang's days not as dark as before, the man was quite amused by the presence of his sister, and he tried to start busying himself by helping the girl learn to catch up.

However, even though Naya often accompanied herself, the loneliness and wounds that Galang tried to hide, still could not heal. As the silence and darkness began to greet, the shadows about Anggita and Denis kept turning in his head.

The pain, disappointment, and regret continued to haunt him. Even until finally he had finished his education in high school, despite having to go through all that with great difficulty, he still did not know where they were.

“How much longer can I forget you Anggita?” tanya Galang stared at the flickering star from the balcony of her room.

While in another city, Anggita had just arrived at the place where the family of Mr. Ratih and Mr. Galih held a dinner.

The girl walks in with Jihan, nervousness continues to ambush the two, as they have never eaten at a fancy restaurant. It does not feel appropriate if he joined a family that is quite prominent in the city.

“Let's sit down, Alan is soon until,” said bu Ratih invited Anggita and Jihan.

Both of them nodded and smiled stiffly.

“Already, don't strain so. We just eat, you guys we already consider your own children, you know,” continued Bu Ratih who has since noticed the look on the faces of the brothers.

While in front of Anggita, Kevin sat down while playing a device that was in his hand.

Not long after, a man in long jeans, as well as a checkered shirt whose buttons were not attached, showed a white shirt attached to his body.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Alan immediately shook his parents' hands.

“Alaan, the same mother really kangen with you,” jovial bu Ratih immediately stood up and held his eldest son.

Then the man approached Galih and did the same. He patted his son's shoulders occasionally, saying he was proud to see his son grow up to be handsome, intelligent, and polite.

He did not expect if his sister who used to often fight with him, now has grown bigger.

“Balikin hp me, Brother,” pinta Kevin raised his hand.

“Ngak. Later at the house of brother balikin. Tomorrow also surely you do not need hp,” as long as Alan is full of confidence.

“High boasting,” led Kevin, sneering his brother.

The man just laughed crisply, seeing Kevin doubting himself. Before the netra the man fell on a pair of girls who were sitting at one table with his family. His laughter instantly came to a halt, as their gazes met.

“Oh yes, I forgot to know. It's Anggita, she's the one who helps mom at home, and the one beside her is Jihan, her sister Anggita,” said Mrs Ratih introduced them.

Aggita just smiled kindly, and averted her eyes.

“Well, since we're all together, we better start the dinner. You must have been hungry,” said Mr. Galih as if to know if the teenagers around them held hunger since.

Restaurant waiters then came to serve a lot of food on the table that began to be empty, and now filled with food and drinks.

“Happy meal,” he said which was immediately replied by everyone.

“Eeeuum. It feels so different yes eat the same family, the same eating alone at the boarding house,” Alan chirps immediately make all eyes on the table staring at him.

“That's why, don't go to college any further,” says Ratih, actually always worried about his son.

“Iya, Mom. I am graduating soon, so I don't have to worry about my situation continue,” replied Alan.

“Oh yes, where did you lecture?” tanya Alan turned to Anggita who had been silent since.

“Hm?” The girl who had been looking down on the food, raised her head.

Until finally Anggita can only shake slowly, and smile stiffly.

“Oh, if your sister is still in school?”

Now alternately Jihan who raised her head, with a different answer from the brother.

“Still, Brother,” replied Jihan briefly.

Atmosphere between the sudden akward, Anggita rubbed the back of Jihan's hand under the table. Smiling warmly looked at his sister, if the question did not need to be too thought out.

Until finally Kevin, cleared his throat strongly because the brother never asked questions on him.

“Eh, why you, Dek? Want brother take a drink?” tawang Alan's.

Kevin shook his head slowly, and immediately took the drinking water beside him.

“Kalo would like to give thanks, just love. Don't do it first,” Kevin replied after wetting his throat with water.

“Tomorrow, you are tasting food made by Anggita. That cooking, it's delicious. I assure you, you will be addicted and choose not to go out of town again,” cetus bu Ratih boasts Anggita on his son.

Alan's eyes sparkled.

“Why not now? Why not eat at home?”

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