Waiting for First Love to Return
Neighbor Arfan

Time moves with certainty. It erodes a steadily decreasing age. With or without benefit, he doesn't care. Time goes on according to His terms. Lucky for those who are good at filling time with useful things. Woe to those who waste it.

Today is according to my promise to my new neighbor named Nita. Today I made a birthday cake to order. Trying to make the best I can. Mantengin google mbh when decorating it. Thank God for being perfect. Perfect version of me of course.

When it is finished and ready. I drove him to the address of the house not far from my new home. Just walk, until.

"Assalamualaik." Greetings when I get to the wide open door. Simple wooden house with wall paint that has faded, but is quite clean and neat. Glossy cement floor effect often in mops. The ceiling of the house does not look clean without a spider web. The yard is quite large, full of flower plants, and no weeds grow there. I remember this house. The house is still the same when I often come to this place first.

I looked around. This house is right next to a high fenced location with the sound of construction equipment. The fence that once did not exist, is now the boundary between prospective large houses and commoners.

Yep. This house is right next to the former house of Arfan which is now being built a new house. Every time I pass in front of that material house, I always wish Arfan was there. Or just his shadow. But for a week or so I stayed here, I never saw him. Or seeing someone I know coming there.

Maybe they have changed ownership. Maybe it's better for me. Whisper my heart.

"Waalaikum salam." Answer the voice from within. Which awakened me from the reverie, and took my eyes off the noise which blocked the high fence.

"You're going between mbk cakes." I said with a sweet smile when I saw Nita who came a little stuck. A beautiful face without make up. And I'm assuming he's young.

When I used to play in this area, I knew one of the residents of this house. But not him, even though his facial lines bear little resemblance.

"Oh yes mbk. Thanks for being delivered. Go in first mbk." Let me in. I entered with eyes observing the entire room. Sitting on a worn sofa that some places are already hollow, showing foam fillers.

"Where? Like nggk?" Asking my work.

"It's really good mbk. My son would love it." The words I answered with a smile. My eyes are still circling the room.

"Sorry mbk. The house is like this." Insecure. Following the direction of my eyes that were watching every room.

I just answered with a smile. Even though I used to know a woman my age named Tika who lived in this house. But I never once entered his house. At most just playing on the page while sharing stories. In his time this house is quite good when compared to his left right. Although the Arfan house remained the largest house in the area at that time. Ten years passed. Lots of new home building. But the house has not had any renovations.

"Where's your son?" Ask pleasantries. This house is quite quiet from the sound of children.

"Go out with his father. Ask to buy her a gift." The answer made me understand.

Nita left me alone in this guest room. She brought in a birthday cake for her son who she said was five years old. And come out again carrying a cup of drink with steaming smoke, and a plate of cassava chips.

"Ouch. I even bother to mbk." I said I didn't feel good about being treated to all the food.

"Nggk bothered. There's this." Answer's friendly. Put food and drink in front of me.

"Is this your home from childhood?" I asked to make a conversation. Curious to ask a lot about the residence next door neighbor of this house.

"Nggk is also mbk. I stayed here after graduating from Junior High. This is my late uncle's house. " Answer answered with a sad look. Remembering the journey of life that may not be easy. Or remember his deceased uncle.

"Owh. How old is Nita now?" My toot. Want to calculate the time and estimate when he came here.

Whats? Twenty-three have five-year-olds? How old is he getting married? It doesn't matter. Count it yourself.

If he was twenty-three now, ten years ago he would have been thirteen. And he came here after graduating from Junior High who was about fourteen or fifteen years old. I wish I had never met him before. And he doesn't know shit Arfan dong if so? Disappointed.

"Do you know Tika?" Me ask carefully.

"Know the mbk. He's my cousin's brother, but now he's moved into town. Follow her husband, and her work is there. That's why for a while I'm occupying this house." Answer with a sweet smile.

"Owh."

"Mbk knows Tika mbk huh?" Ask.

"Know. I used to play here in school a few times. The house next door that was built. The owner was my schoolmate." My answer.

Can't I tell you that the owner of that house used to be my lover? It could be a rumor later. Not good until my husband's ears. But Nita can't possibly know Arfan, right? Arfan disappeared before Nita came here. About Tika? I wasn't that familiar until I had to come just to visit him.

"really? The house that's now built?" Ask enthusiastically.

"Yes. Before but. Don't know who it belongs to now? It could have been sold, because the old owner had no news since a few years ago." My story with a smile I had to attach. Covering the pain in the heart that still feels when remembering about him. To comfort yourself, those words.

"Owh, kirain mbk knows the owner now mbk." Seemed laughing.

"What do you know?" Ask wonder. Hasn't he been here long? Cook the prospective neighbor who built the house right next to him do not know?

Nita shook her head slowly, with pursed lips . "I never knew which one was the owner. The house used to be scary. People often say haunted. But I've never found anything strange, even at home every day. It's only been about a month now that a nice car has come in a couple of times. But not at all greet the neighbors, even a few days later make a fence first before starting to make his house. My heartache as a neighbor. He's following the city's rules."

"The rich man is so? Think of a little guy like me as non-existent. Many people talk about their owners. Some say they have seen the owner as a beautiful woman and her two daughters. Because someone has seen that. Some say the owner is still a bachelor. Some even say that if you wake up the house is the grandson of the owner of the house. There are also those who say that the owner is a famous businessman. But I don't know mbk. Where is the real ghosiip. Because I don't dare come near if a car comes. "Clearly Nita is long by wide.

Kirain is a quiet person like Nita difficult to tell stories. It turns out that if only the two of you are like this, he is actively talking too.

The granddaughter of the former owner? What's Arfan?

"Where did Grandma and grandpa live? " I was curious about the story of grandparents who also disappeared.

"That's what mbk is. I came here the house was empty. But if you hear me, he died in an accident. But I don't know shohih or not that story."

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Sorry for the late update.

Want to update every day, even want to ngajuin crezy up recommendations, but the author also has busy in the real world.

Qodrink . The best we do, God's better plan remains, right? Mom is sick and thank God she has surgery now. Doain can heal quickly. Can recover as before.