Waiting for First Love to Return
Palau

"Hello hello. Who's there with?" again Tasya's voice sounded louder, annoyed at getting a call without any answer from afar.

"Now there are still idiots." Gerutu Tasya saw his phone that was still connected. Irritatedly touching the red phone handle on his phone. Turn off calls that have no answers.

"Kirain there will be new customers, uh it turns out stray people." Pissed Tasya put his phone back in the small bag he carried.

Exit the car intending to drive around the school to observe this deserted building. Because all the inhabitants are in their own class. The break is over, the second break is still a long time, let alone the return hour. Still far.

David seemed dissatisfied to find the call cut off. Keep smiling considering the soft voice that never changes, let alone hear the faint grunts that are caught hearing. Look back at the screen that shows a row of numbers. Laughing at himself, remembering his foolishness, which he could not say a word. Too happy to hear the voice that used to be familiar with him, to make him forget to say the word. Treating the longing that is swelling. But it turns out that hearing his voice does not treat longing, but makes the longing feel more dusty.

He returned to dial his number. Waiting for a connected call. With a bright smile awaits with a happy feeling.

It was so happy just waiting to hear his voice. How happy would he be to wait for his arrival? Laughing at myself imagining a beautiful face that was now wearing a wide headscarf.

In the past when with him Tasya was not perfect istiqomah closed the aurat. Wearing a hijab only at school and out of the house far away, even the hijab alakadarnya far from syar'i. When she visited her house, she still often opened the hijab, sometimes even wearing a short dress. Now he remembers perfectly every inch of that face. Recorded clearly his sweet smile was also his pouting face when he was sulking.

"That. I'm so miss. Will you accept me again as before? Or have you found my replacement?" Ask David at the photo on his desk. Put the phone down because the call rack answered.

After staring for a while at the young face in the picture, David turned his attention back to his phone lying perfectly.

"Bismillah." Back trying to connect the call. But it rang long enough to not be answered.

"Thank you dear dong." He muttered hoping that his call was raised by the pujaan. But finally only the voice of the operator answered.

"Maybe you're busy? Or consider me a prankster?" Explain the possibilities that exist. Then go back and try. Up to five calls, but all missed.

But he was not disappointed at all. Still able to smile imagine the togetherness of the past, and bring it to the present. Imagine the happiness that happened in the past, if it happened also in the present. It must be happier, right? Together until the future.

After a long time of fantasizing and imagining the missed face. He chose to send a short message.

"Tha Assalamualaikum. Howareyou? Do you still remember me who is always waiting for you."

Rereading. "Ah, too much. He'll run away again." Delete the message before sending it. Thinking back to writing the first message after a long time no see.

"Tha, it's Arfan. Do you miss me? Or don't even remember me?"

"Looky. " Remove the text he typed.

"Tha, I'm sorry I never came to see you.Too long ago forgot because of an unexpected incident. It's the incident that made me lose you, as well as grandma and grandpa. But do you want to meet me ? Are you the one we used to play?"

Rereading. But removed back. It didn't seem to match the words he said in a short message.

It is difficult just to greet the woman who still survives in the heart after a long time did not meet. Wrong with all the words. How about meeting in person? Can the sound be spoken? Just saying hello through the writing just a lot of consideration.

David repeatedly wrote and deleted it. Back calling who knows this time will be picked up by the owner of the number. But it also did not connect his call.

Choose to convey their meaning with a message. For a few minutes he could not find the right word. An hour later, no message was sent.

"So, what's the big brother?" A voice that surprised him. Make him see the owner of the voice who is now sitting on the sofa of his room.

"Greetings first, at least knock on that door." Advice without seeing who was spoken to. But he put his phone down. Thinking, thinking. What words will be said, which makes Tasya have no reason to refuse. She feels pessimistic that Tasya's love is still for her after a long time there is no news of her. Isn't it just stupidity waiting for the presence of people who are nowhere. Relying on feelings that may have been eroded by time.

"I knocked on the door, brother. Greetings too. Aja aja cool chatteringan while smiling himself. After that, shake yourself." Sindir Johan who now sits not far from him.

Despite having their own business. But they seem familiar and help each other in many ways. The effort he has is the same. But that does not make them compete and drop each other. Instead, strengthen each other and exchange opinions to advance their respective efforts.

"Silent you." Cetus and David throw a pen to tell Jo to shut up. Disturbing the concentration.

"Again in love? Are you starting to accept this Rena?" Ledek Jo who saw a happy aura on the face of his brother and his best friend. The happy one who turned upset because of his arrival.

"Why Rena?" Confused David and knitted his eyebrows in wonder. Staring at the ridiculing smiling Johan. David got up and sat down beside Jo.

"Well? Who else is it? The feeling is only he who often comes, even now you never refuse his presence. Even these few days you often walk with him, right?" Guess Jo's gonna feel for her cousin.

It's true. After that beach night, now he and Rena often meet in the same place at night. If he doesn't come to the beach, Rena will visit him at the restaurant. Every day they meet.

David now began to accept Rena's presence. Not because I started to have a taste. It's just that he knows that Rena is Tasya's best friend, who knows Rena can help him get close to Tasya. Although three times he tried to talk about his beloved girl. But Rena seems not to want to talk about others in their togetherness. But what's wrong with trying next time?

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"Who has another girl? Don't tell Thata anymore. I'm just gonna hear her name." Guess Jo is bothered to say a name that is often repeated by David.

"Yes, that's it." David seemed excited to hear the name Thata called. His eyes sparkled just hearing that name.

"Have." Lazy Jo. And lay down his body on a long couch.

David doesn't care about Jo's lazy face. Keep talking and talking about what just happened. Cursing the self that cannot speak her happy words. That conversation ended without settlement.

Jo gets up and approaches David's work shirt. Take the photo that always adorns that table. Watch for a moment . And secretly take pictures with hp.

"Don't look at my girl for long. You'll have another crush." Seizing the Frame that Jo held. Possessive only with pictures. And put the position upside down on the table.

"Hp herein mu. I'm helping." Pinta Jo held out her hand.

"Abraint. You will send another strange message." Refuse, and hide the phone that was still in his possession.

"Believe in me. Safe. I'm not gonna embarrass my estranged sister." Persuaded,.

"Times?" Not sure what Johan said.

"really. Where did you guys go on dates?"

"Lake, beach, park, school, waterpark."

"One time only. Dating every day is that. All places become dating places."

Seriate

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