The Smell of Love Imriyah
LAST DAY

The leaves are still wet with dew, the cold is still penetrating the skin to make the bones feel pain, the sky still looks dark, although the clock has shown at 04.30 am. The atmosphere of silence did not make this 18-year-old girl sleep. His two eyes slowly opened, a long breath making him feel as if he had managed to get rid of the drowsiness. Shortly after, there was the sound of the dawn prayer from the toa musholla near his house.

Amra —as soon as the girl is called— gets up to a sitting position. After rubbing his eyes for a while he stood up and moved to take ablution. Prayer time has come, and there is no reason to delay. Along with that, the mother opened the door of her room. The room was opposite to his room

"Ouch.... I woke up late..." Said the mother, rubbing her eyes for a moment, Amra smiled

"Have it up first...!" He spoke with a soft voice that was indeed from within the heart. After nodding, the mother went to the bathroom.

While waiting for the mother to finish taking ablution, Amra went back into her room. Turn on the lights and sit at the study table. A letter of proof of graduation was lying there. Amra sat down in her chair and took the letter. His gratitude was immeasurable, it was proof that he had successfully completed his education. But tucked the sadness in the chest.

He let out a heavy sigh, taking out a book and a ballpoint pen. Then he started putting whatever was in his brain on the white paper. Half of her writing, the mother called from outside the room. Amra put down the ballpoint pen she was holding and went out.

Wudhu water always managed to make his drowsiness disappear. After feeling completely refreshed, Amra held a prayer mat beside her bed, then began to fulfill her duties as a Muslim. Praying for the best of his future. After the prayer, Amra went back to work, preparing to attend an important event at school in the morning. But before that, he still completed half of his writing that had been delayed.

The hour hand shows 07:00 in the morning. With her mother, Amra runs her house. Today is his last day at school. Graduation graduation has always been the most special for anyone who is struggling to study in school. Today, Amra will do it. With a smile they go together

"Where are you going Marni, not opening a shop today?" Asked one of their neighbors, ma'am Marni —ibu Amra— smiled kindly before answering the question

"Maybe later, after school the nduk...."

"Oh yes, Miss Marni..." Miss Marni nodded her head, not forgetting to throw a smile. Then put forward the oxtail motor relics of Amra's father. Amra, who could not ride a motorcycle, sat behind her mother as a passenger.

Graduation will begin at 09:00 a.m. Then why did they leave so early? That's because they will still stop by the village salon to rent a kebaya stel and at the same time ask the salon owner to apply makeup Ayu Amra. But when the fairy began to prepare, Amra desperately refused, and gave understanding to the mother if she did not want to dress up

"This is your special day, son?"

"Whoever mother, Amra would rather not dress up...."

Having persuaded in various ways, the mother finally gave up. He let his only child be happy with his choice. Amra smiled and held her mother's hand, apologizing for not following her will this time.

The journey resumed after Amra changed clothes. Actually he also wants to be like his friends, although not using thick makeup, actually Amra also wants her face polished make up on this special day. However, it feels hard to let the mother spend more money just for this not so important thing. Tho, even though he does not wear makeup, he will not fail graduation. Moreover, just to rent a simple kebaya, the mother had to spend 100 thousand rupiah, a number that was quite difficult for them to make. It was enough to trouble the mother with the cost of her school is not small.

They arrive at the school, exactly half an hour away the event will start. Shortly after getting off the motorcycle, Amra joined her friends

"Ra, how come you're not dancing?" Amra just shook her head while smiling in response to her best friend's question —Yumni—

"It's okay, Yum..."

"Honey, when you must look beautiful you know..!" Amra gave a small laugh and sat down next to her best friend while holding her hand.

He leaned his head on Yumni's shoulder and breathed a few times. I don't know, Amra doesn't know how to describe her feelings right now. This kind of feeling is very uncomfortable, when happiness is mixed with sadness.

Three years is not a short time to carve memories with them, his super friends. Super cute, super considerate, and super of everything super. And today they will be separated as soon as their diploma is received. Amra straightened her seat back and circulated her gaze, her eye movements halted at one point, she looked so serious looking at the figure. From both of his eyes came the final look of a meeting. A few moments later, he lowered his head.

A piece of paper he had folded was in his hand. He held the paper a little bit firmly.

Let it.....

Everything will end today, admiration, love, even love will be buried today. The figure was a man capable of touching the recesses of his holy heart. The figure was a man who was able to make her feel in love. It must have been hard for Amra to part with her, parting when the feeling in her chest thrashed to stay afloat. But of course Amra could do nothing about the rebellion in his chest.

The man will only be his memory at this time, although his heart cries out to imagine his love is not up. But what can she do as a woman? He could only hope, that figure would become his soul mate someday. Amra herself doesn't know why she could have this deep feeling when she was 18? Is this really a feeling of love? Is this really a genuine feeling from within him? Sometimes those questions pervaded the recesses of his heart. It seems impossible if thought logically, but another thing with his current feelings.

"What is that, Ra?"

"It's nothing..." Amra immediately pulled her hand behind her back.

It was nothing but his lie to Yumni, it was a letter he wrote for his first love. I do not know what was in his mind until he intended to express his taste to him who had made his heart ravaged. Yumni gave her a probing look, viewed as such making Amra feel misbehaved. He decided to throw the letter away.

Yumni's question had really struck his heart. Indeed, he should not humble himself as a woman to beg for love in a man. He shouldn't have done this. Amra should not have embarrassed herself, after throwing away the letter, Amra sat down for a moment to calm herself down. Counting on, ten more minutes of the event would begin, after taking a deep breath several times, Amra stood up and that was when she saw the figure she admired standing right beside her right. She was about to throw away the trash from the drinking water, Amra immediately lowered her gaze

"Ngapain....."

Amra did not want to hear any questions, because it would only make her passion smoldering. As a muslimah, he must take care of his izzah and iffah, right? He should not save his sense of love beyond his love for the owner of life. Let it be, he will convey this love to the Most Loving, the All-Ruler, Allah azza wa jalla.

The man could only look at Amra's departure in silence. Amra didn't even wait for the question to be finished to avoid it. There must be something wrong, but he felt that the mistake they could not talk about.

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