The Smell of Love Imriyah
Amar Al Fatih's
He ran while carrying a large backpack with a little hassle. Penetrate crowded passengers who will also enter the same train with him. While keeping a good care of a small bag that also serves as his wallet. He wrapped the bag around his shoulder. I don't know, because waiting for the angkot earlier, he had to be a little late.
Imriyah Lathiva Nazra, both eyes move agilely looking for a seat for him. The girl berparas ayu look not at all hassles despite the long robe with a long veil wrapped around her body, although he had to run around and almost jump to be able to immediately ride the economy train that will take him away to a place far from his homeland. This was his first experience. Go far away from the land of birth, and for the first time also he will be separated hundreds of kilometers away from the mother. But he left with a handful of prayers of the mother in his hand. He was sure that his every effort would bear sweet fruit, and I don't know, the impulse from which he felt so sure, his waiting would end, his rumbling of longing would also end. Although he did not know which way his longing would be treated.
The longing that he had been feeling since his last meeting with her, he who even left before finishing the question for her. Amra, sit down after finding a seat and put down her backpack. He was grateful to get a seat by the window, so he could freely see the scenery outside.
Yes, this long-robed and wide-hijabed girl is Amra. He got the nickname from his father, and until now he did not understand why the father called him Amra, while there is no Amra name in his long name.
Starting tomorrow, he will carve out his new life story. Nervousness was certain, what if he would encounter many difficulties? What if it was failure after failure that he would encounter? That kind of anxiety continued to exist in his mind.
And suddenly he felt even more nervous as the carriage started to move slowly. He would completely leave his homeland, Amra sighed and lowered her head for a moment. Alright, he should be sincere and put aside all doubts, since this was his choice. Tho, his best friend, Yumni will help. He was sure his friend would not disappoint. Before deciding to leave, he still took the time to ask a lot of things to Yumni who is certainly more experienced.
This journey felt so long, he sat alone because no other passengers happened to have a seat there. And that made him feel very bored. Amra took out a book and a pen, perhaps by writing, her boredom would disappear. His dream is to become a writer who has an inspiring work. He wanted to know a lot of people because of his work. And of course happy for the mother.
Her old-school phone rang a sign of a phone coming in, Amra stopped her activities and received the call
"Assalamualaikum Yumni...."
"Vaalaikumussalam.... Must be bosen again, huh???"
"A little bit!" Amra chuckled, "You call just want the name?"
"I really miss knowing Ra, when did you get it?"
"MashaaAllah... I'm also Yum, insyaaAllah, tomorrow morning just arrived..."
"Aduhh... From the speech of the language like my best friend has changed a lot?" Amra just laughed at the teasing, of course, the laughter was not excessive
"Eh Ra, you should thank me as soon as you get to tomorrow! Thank God, my friend would consider you to work at her place after I recommend you...."
"Alhamdulillah, is this Yum? MasyaaAllah's... Don't wait for tomorrow, now I'm grateful...."
The conversation went on, for how long. Yumni really wanted to accompany his best friend who was on that trip. Until finally they had to talk when an officer asked Amra for a ticket. The atmosphere outside was also dark, the clockwork indicated 08:00 p.m., and the journey was still very long. The train stops at one of the major stations to just rest, and raises some passengers from there. Amra comforts her sitting position, sleeping early to reduce fatigue.
The train drove back a few minutes later, and took the other passengers to their destination. And also Amra who had fallen asleep. Quickly the train penetrated into the darkness of the night, down the rice fields and also teak trees. Amra woke up to the sound of laughter of a man beside her seat. Amra straightened her seat and confirmed the slightly tilted location of her headscarf, turning to the right side, a male passenger sat next to her and appeared to be chatting over the phone. As soon as his consciousness gathered, Amra's reflexes shifted and it turned out that the movement was able to make the man turn his head
"Oh... Pardon me! Am I interrupting my sleep?" Said the man stopping his long distance connection, Amra shook her head in response, the man smiled knot and nodded. Then busy with his smart phone. Meanwhile, Amra resumed her activities before going to bed. Write a line of words that are in his mind. An atmosphere of silence, Amra is not the type of person who talks a lot like Yumni, especially to a man who he does not know who he is he will be more silent and spend his time writing. The ballpoint pen he was holding dropped as he was about to grab something in the bag, Amra lowered her head to look for his pen, it was the only thing he was carrying, and right now his brain was being very diluted to write. Seeing Amra was so persistent looking for the ballpoint pen that was either thrown where when it fell, the man took the initiative to find it, Amra glanced at it and returned to sitting upright, very uncomfortable in a position like that. However, just a moment ago he saw the man's face from the front.
Amra's reflexes held onto her chest which felt a sudden, strengthening heart beat. Nah! He must have been mistaken, if the man was him, of course he would have recognized him, he must have been hallucinating. Ah.... The longing has completely taken hold of him
"Astaghfirullah...." Amra is in the heart
"Is this what you are?" Surprised, Amra who was looking down turned her head that was when they accidentally met face to face, Amra again lowered her head and took the ballpoint pen
"Thank you...." Amra was still down, she did not realize that the man beside her was still watching her
"A.m..ra...?" The man murmured suddenly, and for once again he was startled. Amra raised her head back and looked at the man back
"Do you not know me?" Amra turned her gaze back withered hearing the question, this is not a halunination, this is a fact. This is what really happened. That question made him wither at once excited. It was very unlikely that the white man with neat hair recognized him, his heart rumbled again, this was a surprise at the wrong time
"I'm Fatih... Temen your High School...!"
"Gee... What a coincidence, huh? How are you doing?" The man who claimed to be Fatih reached out with a joyful face, Amra turned her head once more and smiled in a knot. Not accepting the hand department, Amra simply put her hands together as a signal that she received the greeting
"Oh... Sorry" Fatih pulled back his hand
"It's okay..."
"How are you?"
"Well, thank God..."
"Where is this going?"
"Jakarta" short Amra, Fatih nodded
"Me too..." Say
"Yes.." Amra agreed briefly. He was too nervous, he was too surprised. For so long he harbored longing, and his longing was treated in an unexpected way like this, but has it really been cured? Or even more missed after seeing his face?
Amar Al Fatih, he is someone who makes Amra feel how evil she is in love. How hard love is, how hard it is to miss. Seven years had passed, the Fatih he knew had changed. Especially in physical appearance. He had become a man who could be called a handsome man, his neat appearance was much more tidy than seven years ago. It also looks fashionable. It seems like he has become a successful man
"Do you have a job in Jakarta?" Amra shakes
"So what are you going to Jakarta for?"
"You could say a pit of fate..." Amra smiled wryly, Fatih looked surprised
"So this is the first time?" Amra nodded
"Do you have a destination?"
"There's..."
"Oh... Thanks very..." Amra again smiled
"Emmm... Doesn't anyone want you to ask me?" Fatih asked because only he asked, Amra was silent and confused. What should he ask? And finally he just shook his head, Fatih sighed softly
"You still want that graduation day? The paper you threw in that trash can....." Fatih asked suddenly but her phone rang, Amra let out a little relief that the question did not continue. He felt between the two abyss of hearing this question, he did not know how to behave at this time? That paper? So Fatih saw it? Could Fatih pick it up? Amra lowered her head while Fatih received a call, what should she do? He would be very embarrassed if Fatih read it.
It is undeniable, Amra's heart was racing when Fatih stopped his phone connection. He will definitely continue that question
"So...."
"Paper?" Amra cut the remark before continuing, Fatih nodded and smiled
"I don't feel like I've ever thrown away paper that day...." All right, he's been doing a lie now that makes his heart stand out, whether this is good or not, but he's afraid to bear the shame, Amra lowered her head
"Oh.... Okay.." - Okay..." Fatih smiled wryly and nodded, there was an unreadable expression on her face, disappointment??? Could it???
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