Waiting for First Love to Return
Her name is Reyhan

Rayhan's?

Although not familiar with the young man. But I know who he is. People who visit home often. Because he taught at the same school as Abah. There's an integrated Islamic school near here. But as far as I know Reyhan is not a villager here. But the village next door.

"Reyhan, huh?" My parrots don't believe it. Repeating the name called Abah. Abah just nodded his head.

"It's got brondong." Lirih Marta with lips pout. Who immediately got a sharp look from abah.

I know for sure, if Reyhan is younger than me. Although I don't know his exact age, but during school he was under me far away. I graduated from college, he just took off his white ash uniform. During Junior High School and High School never met. Because it is impossible to meet. It is likely four years of our lifespan, when viewed from school days. Even if she happens to meet, she greets me. How will dong go?

"Although he is younger, but it does not guarantee that you are more mature, right? She is old enough to get married. And I assure you he's a good man. Won't leave you without news. Abah also knows his family. " Clearly, that convinced me. I was still silent, with fixed eyes looking into the eyes of the brother who tried to channel belief.

"But, bah. We don't know each other, let alone love. Also he's younger away from Tasya bah." Reject slowly. I don't want to open my heart to others. Sweet memories with Arfan again flashed looming. Go home Ar. I'm tired of being coaxed into marriage just the same. I want you, Ar. My mind rebelled. Rejecting marriage without love. But logic forces me to stop wishing on people who don't know where.

"Introduction after marriage can be, son. He's old enough to get married, you're old enough." Answer the one that made me grieve. Cook said past the age?

I can't keep my ears on anyway. In this village, the 28-year-old unmarried girl has become a gossip of citizens at all times. Even though you are not a fan of gossip, and do not care much about gossip. Abah is still worried about my future. Wants me to get married quickly.

"I'm young, abah. Tasya is also unmarried. There's even an age above Tasya." I said defend myself with a frowning face.

"Tu, sis. Late age of amulet. Accept it anyway brother. He's kind, though acutely quiet." Marta followed up talking softly.

"Shut up, deck." My orders are upset.

"But Marta's advice is yes, brother. Brother is chatty. Let's not kayak manekin in juxtapose. Silence continues. Haha." It even became that Marta mocked him. Don't know if this is serious anymore.

I just glared at him angry. I want to pull that unfiltered mouth. But he went out with a bag full of books. Want to study in his room.

"Son. Believe this. Love will come by itself. If you try to love him. Abah has no reason to refuse, son. Because she meets the criteria of a dream husband." It was clearly facing me. We sat facing each other without a barrier.

"But, bah.." I'm lirih. Doubt to express rejection for the same.

"But what? Three men have come to propose and all of them you refuse. Well, indeed the young man who used to not meet the criteria of a dream daughter-in-law for abah. That's why you agree when you refuse. But this time, I suggest you consider it carefully."

Arfan. You where? I'm so confused. I can't possibly refuse all men's proposals just to wait for you? Where you are I don't know.

"Until what age will you continue to wait for Arfan, son?" His voice turned sharp and firm. Not as soft as before.

"Don't you always teach me to be patient?" My bell.

"Patience has its place, baby. Patience awaits the uncertain. Who guarantees Arfan will come back here? Who even guarantees that Arfan still exists on this earth?"

"Change.." I'm shocked. I was really surprised by the words. I can't believe you're praying that Arfan is dead? Isn't that what it means?

"Why? Ten years he's disappeared, son. Without news. What else do you expect? "

"I love him, bah." I was on the verge of despair. I'm tired of giving the same reason everyone comes to ask me.

"Don't make it an excuse to reject a good man's proposal, son. " Relucidly abah. I just kept my head down, holding my eyes ready to spill the puddle.

"So she accepted her proposal. So I want you to marry Reyhan's son. "Strictly Abah did not accept the objection. Then leave me who still grudges fate.

Should I stop waiting for you, Ar? Is it true, if our relationship is no longer there is hope to continue?

I take a deep breath. Raise your face upright, wiping away any tears that are still flowing.

But why did he choose me who was actually older? What reason? There's no compulsion, right?

Reyhan and Arfan didn't get far. Both handsome and quiet. Even though Arfan wouldn't be quiet in front of me. Even very humorous. If Reyhan? hopefully so too. They are both men with widely recognized achievements. Even I know from my brother, if Reyhan is able to be the principal at his age that I said was still early. From Arfan? I don't know where he is, and what he's become.

I chose to enter the room. Tossing the body for rest. Rest the body that has been awake early, also rest the brain and heart that is raging confused.

Preserving old love? Or should I open a new page?

Trying to remove the possibility of returning with Arfan. Possibilities that I have been instilling in my heart and mind so that I can be patient waiting for many years.

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In the afternoon, Bagas went home with Ina and her son Tama.

"Tante Marta." Excited Tama who saw Marta reading a book in the family room. While I cook dinner.

"Yes, honey. Where did you walk from?" Tanya Martha closed the book.

"Main to the beach." Reply cheerfully. His name runs out the streets must be carefree huh.

"Where then?" Raised hand collect souvenirs.

"Build this." Shows the robot toy he brought.

I smiled to myself looking at the interaction of Tama and Marta. If I wasn't too close. Tama approached me if she wanted to. What else if you don't want toys and money?

"What cooking, deck?" Ina's question surprised me, she entered through the back door, holding some plastic in her hand.

"Kale stir fry, brother. Same fried fish betok." I answered while serving food at the table. "What the hell is so much?" Look at the dark plastic that has been placed on the table.

"food." Take a plate to put down the food it carries.

"Many times." I said when I opened the plastic, which there are several kinds of cakes in a considerable amount . This family member is not much.

"Emang brother has not told me that tonight there will be special guests for you?" He asked with a smile that teased me.

"What is serious, brother?" I still can't believe it. Like a dream that forced me to accept the proposal of a young man who was under my age. You never forced me to do anything.

"Seriously, deck. That problem can't be a joke. " The answer is definitely, by hand arranging the cake on the plates. I was just watching, choosing to set my heart in disarray.

"Udah. Believe the same. Your brother did not have love when he was married. And finally, we can love and be happy. " The answer with a smile reassured me.

I-i know. Bang Bagas married Ina without any courtship first. My brother just accepted when offered to marry the girl of my choice. And of course by giving biodata kak Ina.

"Can I love him?" I said doubtfully. Ask yourself.

"Why can't you? What's the reason that you can't love her? He's nice, he's polite, he's a cheap smile despite his talkative irritability. That must be sholeh." Says Brother Ina convinced me.

"Here you are, don't think much. Still lucky at your age who is no longer young, there are still established and sholeh men who want to marry you. Especially if he's young."

"Why did he choose me? Didn't he say the guy was more likely to choose a woman younger than him?"

"Where do you know. For sure he didn't play around with that intention."