Waiting for First Love to Return
Marthas

On a big highway. With the car passing by nonstop, the sound of an earthy horn was deafening. Hot air due to sunburn from up there, plus pollutants from vehicles that do not stop crowding the streets. Adding to the heat and heat of the city. At ten in the morning here is like noon in a village that still has the wind blowing, shaking the leaves cool the atmosphere.

Sweet girl with shoulder-length hair parsed walking on the sidewalk. The long hijab that had been worn to cover the head, was now tied to the waist. Her left hand was dragging a mini suitcase, while her right hand was wagging the tip of the headscarf away the heat. Repeatedly stopped waiting for public transportation to pass, but from now on neither met with public transportation in the direction of its destination. Impatiently. Finally choose to walk the path that is not close.

"Try on there is a brother. Must not be tired like this." His complaint. Sticking the leg that is starting to feel sore. Taking a deep breath out again. Lifting clenched hands to encourage yourself.

He is Marta. It was time to return to the city to continue his studies. He had ordered a taxi to transfer addresses. It was dropped right in front of the fence.

His name is young. I don't know what he was looking for. He broke into the dormitory, choosing to continue the journey. Intention wants to treat longing to meet the idol. Determined to meet his lover before returning to the dormitory.

The dormitory he occupied was exclusively female. Enforcing strict rules in accordance with the religious sharia that it espouses. And that is strictly forbidden COURAN. That's the main one. No man should not mahram enter the dormitory whatever the reason. But his name is human. Very clever looking for a gap of opportunity to break the written rules. Even though it is not the responsibility of the punishment if caught breaking. But the girl was not afraid.

Different Tasya, different from Marta. Martha was a little aggressive and talkative. It is difficult to regulate and always have a reason to refuse to close the aurat. Whereas in his place of life, the average hijab wear although many are also far from the word Syar'i. So too with the girl. She only wears a hijab in the dormitory. After that, yes.

Now he was in front of a luxurious building. Marta visited an elite restaurant owned by her lover. A lover who rarely meets. Only often interact through chatting and calling. Never even been introduced to his family. Though the rumors have spread everywhere. Only mutual trust makes them stay in a relationship for up to a year.

"Huh. Finally arrived." Feeling relieved to see the building. Adjust the breath so as not to waste. She cuts herself through the reflection on her phone.

"Ah, dull times." Grumbled when he saw his own dull and dusty face after passing through the crowded streets of vehicles.

Entering the restaurant directly to the back looking for a toilet to just wipe the dust on his face. Although not often come to this luxurious place, but this is also not the first time. He still understands where the toilet is, even the puja's room.

He cheerfully walked towards the workroom of his Johan mas. Greeting some workers as they passed. No one forbade him to enter. Some of them know and understand who Martha is. The boss's lover.

A bright smile adorned his face.Again the morning sunshine. His feet are back in power. All tired after walking. Fancied the warm welcome from the lover, also his happy face when he saw his unexpected arrival. Imagine the sweet smile of Johan's beautiful face this month can only be seen through the screen of his cellphone.

"Asphalt...." His greetings stopped to see who was inside. Urge in. Choose to hide behind a closed door. Only the boss's room had two doors that made it easy for Marta to memorize, and one door was now open.

His heart seemed to stop for a moment, a little shocked to see the scenery there. Unbelievingly. That's how he feels. Marta peeked back inside. Still in the same position. They sat face to face separated by a table, while Johan sat back to the entrance.

"I didn't see it wrong, did I? Is that really him?" The monologue convinced himself. Hitting his own cheek to convince him this is not a dream. "Oh, sick." Complaining as he felt his own slap.

Ten years passed. Still clearly illustrated in the memory of the face of the man who used to come home often. Bring her favorite Chiki. Often bought ice cream when he was asked to accompany him for a walk. Didn't understand if he used to be used as a mosquito repellent. What is important for Marta is small to get the reward of ice cream of various flavors.

Even though he was ten years old. But she was able to clearly record the face of the person who made her brother become gloomy and reserved. The face that until now is still the same, although with a more firm and authoritative face. A more solid and contained body. Highlight the sharper and more frightening eyes.

Nope, nope.

The sound of his side door being hit by a small object, and falling hit the floor again. Dropping Marta's daydreams about the past. And see what sounds next to him. Turns out there's a pen falling. Marta squatted down to pick it up.

"Why are you eavesdropping there?" The firm voice of the man earlier, which made Marta sculpt and did not dare to move. Caught off. It turned out that the pen was indeed thrown towards him who eavesdropped.

Eavesdropping what? I didn't even hear anything. Only whispers do not clearly discuss what. Ngedumel in the heart.

"Hehe. Excuse me. I'm not fucking it." He said nervously, trying to throw shame and groggy.

"Honey. Since when are you there?" Johan asked who was in front of the room.

"New. "The answer doubts.

"Here dong is sitting." Waving asked to get closer, and walked closer while Marta was still standing in a place like a statue.

"He's your lover?" Asked the man who was still sitting quietly in his seat, still displaying his cold face.

"Yes. It's my lover."

"Nggk bother you?" Marya's asking is bad. When Johan had led him to enter, and sat down in a long sofa where he had originally sat.

"Snk dong. How come here not to say it anyway? It could have been picked up. Ni, gini dryness. Definitely tired. Smell again." Johan asked pointing at Marta's hair which was far from neat, also smelling her body that smelled of the sun.

"Yes. The plan was to surprise. Uh, I'm surprised." Marta replied as it was, which made Johan raise an eyebrow next to not understand.

"Surprised why?"

"Yes, bro. I said yes first. Have fun." A man who feels neglected. Walk away without introducing yourself first.

Does he remember me or has he forgotten? Why is he getting cold like this? Or is he pretending to be unfamiliar? Or does he not want to know us now? Marta's mind looked at the back of the man who walked out of the room. Why is it sad to see his attitude now?

"Why? Is something weird? He's my cousin's brother. Do you know? And you were surprised because of what?" Continuous questions from Johan who saw Marta even bengong pay attention to his brother.

"Rooks. Miss beautiful. What's yourname?" The man turned his body and stepped slowly closer. With serious thinking, think. Make Marta flutter and throw away face. Afraid of being caught when you noticed. Not even asking the boyfriend questions.

"Marta. Marta princess maulida. Why mas?" Johan replied with a look of dislike. But still polite, appreciating the man in front of him.

Whahuh? Does he really not know me? Have you ever been stuck or completely forgotten? But even hearing my name being called, he was like a stranger to my name.

"Eitherway. Your lover's face is familiar to me. But I don't know, I don't think I've ever known him. Maybe it was the face of the market." He answered and turned back, leaving without a word.

Whats? Songong is a child.

*What is this? Why am I disappointed that he didn't recognize me? Have I been a mosquito repellent for years when you were dating been meaningless?

'Sister, you are really wasting your time in vain*.'