Waiting for First Love to Return
David Arfan Saputra's

"You are mas. He said, brother, how ugly are you?"

"It's not ugly. But the truth is so. Ever since I met David, I've never seen him close to any woman." Obviously Johan was indifferent. Still staring straight without looking at Marta who was sitting facing him.

"Owh his name is David? But how exactly does it look like Arfan, huh?" Marta Lirih.Think. No matter what Johan says about David. Focus more on the name he accidentally called.

"Who's looks? Arfan?" Johan asked who heard Marta's muttering. Changed to sit sideways facing Marta. Raise your feet on a long bench.

"Heh. Yes Arfan." Marta was a little surprised to hear Johan's voice. " But he hasn't seen her in a long time. It may have been lost in the earth time. But I swear he looks a lot like." Marta explained.

"Yes is similar. " With a knotted smile imprinted on his lips. Johan looked down, maminkan fingernails. As if he had a little secret.

"meaning?" curious. Closer to face Johan who was silent, reluctant to speak apparently. "What are they twins, or brothers?" Ask Marta for clarity.

"Not really. He was born alone, there are no twins. Only one sibling, only one sister. " Obviously Johan was still with the same expression. As if he refused to explain.

"Certainly? What the hell does that mean?" Ask Marta impatiently. Sit up straight ready to listen. Don't want to miss a bit of that information. But Johan looked forward, then saw Marta intensely.

"Where do you know Arfan? Does he love your past?" Ask Johan to investigate. There was fear on his face if his guess was correct. Continued with the reaction of Marta who was enthusiastic to hear the news about her distant brother. It was as if his presence meant nothing anymore.

"No, it's not that." Wiggling his hand to convince him that he has nothing to do with the man he calls. His face began to pias and worry "Trust me, if only the Johan Marta loved. There's nothing else. Why do I know Arfan? Because he was Tasya's girlfriend first. That was once. " Marta clearly saw that there was a misunderstanding between them. Doesn't want her boyfriend to think. Afraid to see the face of Johan who saw it full of threats.

"Really?" Johan asked for certainty.

"Yes really. Some time I know him I still know. Where do you know love? Especially dating? " Marta insists on her honesty. To be more convincing.

"Well, what's old now?." His words were followed by a discordant laugh. "There's a lot of people chasing him." Smiling faintly considering the women who often came to the restaurant.

"Continue?" Raising eyebrows requires an explanation of David and Arfan.

"What else does it matter?"

"What does David and Arfan have to do? Why do they look like brothers, not twins." Keki. Johan doesn't understand what I mean either. Wasn't that what I asked from the beginning?

"Because I know they're the same person. His name is David Arfan Saputra. His nickname is David, but I don't know why when he goes with grandparents, he prefers to be called Arfan. It could be that Arfan you mean is the same person as David. But it can't be." The answer is to relax again.

"Huh? Then is it dong? That was Arfan dong?" Marta's question widened her eyes in disbelief. I looked back at the place where the car disappeared.

Is that really Arfan's sister? But why is he arrogant times? Has he forgotten me? Even forget Tasya. Marta was sad. Recollecting the difficult times of his brother who left Arfan. Confined to the room during the long school graduation holiday. Until he fell ill and was hospitalized.

Does that mean nothing to your past memories? Until we heard about you, we never heard. But Tasya lost her smile until now.

"Why? How are you even sad?" Look at Marta's eyes that are starting to look glassy.

"Yes I'm sad to see Brother Arfan now. He can still live well and comfortably. I can laugh without burden. Could be so happy. Even though he has gone to bring my brother's joy, making Tasya's brother not eager to live his day." Marta's story is sad. Removing tears that have escaped down. Johan only listened with a frown. Baffled.

"Your sister Tasya? But as far as I'm photographed stashed away in the office drawer, it's Thata, not Tasya." Trying to remember another reality. But David had lived normally all this time.

"Owh is that so? Yes 'tilah. My sister is married. She is happy with her husband now."

"Yes is." Marta according. Closing the discussion about David or Arfan.

"She said she missed?" Johan asked with a slanted smile, eyes twitching flirtatiously.

"Emang mas don't miss me?" He answered, holding a shy smile.

"Nwgk ah. I just met yesterday."

"Ih. Evil." Slowly hit his arm that was propped up by the bench.

"Bad tits ain't gonna come here dong." Refuting Marta's judgment.

"Where did that come from? How come the spit came? Usually thirty minutes to arrive?" Start with a girlfriend's schedule.

"Whoa. Come quickly to be greeted by lips so much." Ledek Johan pinched Marta's pursed lips.

"What the hell is mas? Not mahram, not hold." Hit the hand that was pinching him. Add a face.

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Reyhan came home early today. Before I looked at Adzan asar, he came home. Even I came home after shopping she was already home, in her casual clothes.

"Tumben's coming home fast, Ay?" I asked when I saw him welcoming me home.

"Yes. You want to walk somewhere." He answered with a mysterious smile. Helping to remove groceries from the trunk, also bring them into the house. Also deftly arrange it in the refrigerator.

"Where are you going? Far huh?" Askaqua. Sit on a chair and pour water and drink it. Seeing a husband who is busy arranging groceries in his place.

"See later. Not far away." Reyhan replied, finished with his work. I sat down in front of me, which made me blush to be noticed by him.

"Yes that's it. I took a shower, just left. Baur." Pamitku go. Avoiding her unblinking eyes. Raising hands and smelling his own armpits that stink of sweat.

"Band. I took a shower." He answered without removing the smile from his face.

After the bath and the Asar prayer, we left the house. Do not forget Mother invited too. Pity if left out. Antipasi if you come home late.

We got into the car with Reyhan driving. I just saw the beautiful view of the road. Quiescent. All the way just quiet. Sometimes there are only eye glances to steal a glance and throw each other a smile when caught. Mother was just silent with a sad face looking out the window. I don't know what he's thinking.

"We want Karumah Ay?" I asked when I realized the car was almost out of the village we were living in. Passing the road that we usually take if you go to your house.

"Nggk. Just wait till." Reyhan answered me with a sweet smile. Then refocus on the steering and the road.

"What are we doing here?" Ask wonder.

The problem in this area includes the outskirts of villages that are already sparsely populated. There is no place for recreation or travel. There are also no famous shopping places, nor are there any interesting places to eat.

I used to play here quite often. Because this path also used to live with his grandmother Arfan. The car approached the house that was still full of memories for me. I don't know why my heart is getting uncomfortable.