Waiting for First Love to Return
Appointment

"Waalaikum salam. Thank you for believing in shopping. We will be happy to prepare your order at the appointed time. We'll let you know again when the time comes ." Type Tasya as an answer.

The reply message has not been sent, a new message has arrived from the same number. But Tasya still sent the message he had typed.

" Add two rainbow cakes, delivered at the same time. " David grumbled in his heart because what Jo ordered was not his favorite cake, but Johan's own. But it's okay, he still feels grateful to Johan who gave the idea. I ordered a cake to meet the two in a special place. A place full of memories for both of them. And chose to order Tasya's own favorite cake.

David still remembers his favorite cake. Because he used to buy it for her. Although he likes to cook, David does not really like to make bread or the like. But that doesn't mean you can't.

Tasya smiled happily at the order just now. Do not forget to thank God for this provision. And a funny laugh read the nickname of his new venture from that customer. All this time Tasya has not given any name to his cake business.

"Why smile on your own? Who's that the message? How do I send you to the lake?" Reyhan asked who was still standing in front of his wife, and saw his wife smiling herself reading a short message on her phone.

"Comm . Yeah how?" Tasya replied stuttering, happy sangking got a triple order at once, until he forgot if there was a husband in front of him. Even forget that they are still in front of the school mosque, where the residents of the mosque have begun to pray.

"Order from whom?" Reyhan asked again with probing intonation. Reyhan had read the incoming message earlier, so he was not negative thinking. What makes his wife happy is not because of who sent the message, but because of the content of the message that makes her happy. Part of the message is from an unsaved number in contact. He believes that his wife will always be loyal, it is impossible to chat with other men. Even as far as he knows, Tasya is not a fan of gossip. Rarely read the gossip groups of complex mothers he followed. He entered the group not because he wanted to, but the will of RT.

"Nggk knows Ay. He didn't introduce himself." Answer Tasya cuek. "But lo Ay. Three at a time he ordered. Maybe you want to do an event near the lake, huh?" Continue Tasya with a smile.

"Yes thank God. Yes, yok Dzuhur first. The others have finished it." Reyhan said reminding them of their initial intention there, while looking at the students who had dispersed out of the mosque. There are some who still live there.

"Oh yes. Come on." Come on." Back to the bathroom for both. Continue praying with husband.

Tasya got a little uncomfortable walking alone with Reyhan. All the eyes that passed by him stared at him with all sorts of expressions. And some greeted politely and bowed their heads respectfully. There are also those who smile at him while whispering with friends beside him.

"Why the hell? Don't be weird that time. " Said Reyhan who saw the uncomfortable look of his wife, because it became the center of attention.

"Why see us like that? When I walked alone, no one cared. Just a quick look at Doang. Why bother paying attention now? Something weird, huh?" Tasya asked who felt strange. It is unusual to be the center of attention. Uncomfortable when many pairs of eyes are staring at him at the same time. There is something wrong when many whisper when looking at him. Stiffening her own face and headscarf which she thought was nothing wrong.

"Who did you forget to walk with?" Reyhan replied a little bragging.

"But not so many times."

"And they have never seen my wife. That's why look at."

"See directly?" Strange Tasya with the expression of her husband. What do you usually see through???

"When we get married, students are invited, huh, Ay?"

When married first, Tasya did not remember all the invited guests who came. He was more busy with his own thoughts. So no matter who comes in important ways. Moreover, more guests who come more that he does not know than he knows. Probably an average Reyhan acquaintance. And Tasya didn't ask much at the time. Because the event was only held in his place, so Reyhan's friends and acquaintances came in his house. At Reyhan's house there is only a mother's study, and a small thanksgiving.

"Invited. But not all came. But more are coming anyway."

They separated when they entered a separate ablution area between men and women. Tasya tried not to care about the eyes that were still there. Because of the little stay, many have gone to mad'am for lunch.

Entering the vast mosque, it was not empty. There were still some students sitting there. There are just lying in a corner, there are also tilawah, there are also those who still pray sunah. There are also people chatting in the mosque.

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After helping type out a message for David Jo goes straight away. Not caring about David's outcry seeing the message he sent. Not thanks for protesting.

"Remember, brother. Brownies for me." Shouted Johan who was outside the door of his best friend's room. He forgot his intention to come to David's place, to discuss a new menu at his restaurant. Something caught his attention at the moment.

"Will not. I want to make a music." Reply David exclaimed, then closed the door of his room loudly. And order a cake.

Ting.

Reply to the incoming chat from a number called My Destiny. He smiled happily reading the rows of letters that read on his phone. Dilapidate a long sofa, and read repeatedly the message that he already understood, even memorized the contents. Kissing the cell phone in his hand. Laughs happily.

"Wait for me Tha. This long wait is coming to an end, dear. " Smuck the face that is plastered on the main screen of his phone. The faces of both of them when they were teenagers were unyu and geeky.

"I miss you so much. Do you miss me too?" Ask yourself, and answer your own laughter.

"Why wait for Sunday?" Throwing a cell phone on the couch next to him. Upset remembering the message Johan sent, means it's still three days from now. Actually three days is not a long time when compared to years of waiting. But three days for the heart that is attacked longs, feels long.

"Do you need to move forward?" Ask yourself . Think on. "But then he doubted me if the plan was so. Even suspect later. Not a surprise, dong." Choose to wait again.

David closed his eyes. Enjoying the shadow of Tasya that comes overshadowed by the eyes. Letting those new memories come and go fill your head. He did not refuse at all. But he enjoyed it very much, remembering the happy memories he had been through.

He doesn't care about the work piling up. It doesn't matter how the restaurant is today. This time he chose to trust the employees he recruited. Better to relax enjoying his own imagination. Designing what he would do when he met Tasya.