Waiting for First Love to Return
Inappropriate Calling

During the day we did not dive. Just a walk through this city. Get to know the local culture, also hunting culinary typical of the region. For me exploring new places remains fun, getting acquainted with new people, getting to know many new things in this city.

Until the afternoon just returned to the place to stay. Carrying a tired body but happy heart. Reyhan always complied with me to go where and find what, food menu, buy stuff, he always fulfilled my request. I am not a woman who likes to ask for things. Surely my husband who can not be said to be rich is quite able to fulfill my request.

No matter it was late afternoon, I stayed asleep after coming home. Bodo time with mudhorot sleep in the afternoon, the important thing is that the body needs a break after a day of enjoying the holidays. Fulfill the rights of the body that needs to fall asleep for a moment. Husbands also do not forbid.

Waking up the day is getting dark. It is time to pray magrib. Reyhan is not there.

"Dad." I called out to him, but got no answer. Repeatedly calling him, but still no word. I didn't find my husband when I woke up. Even out, around the area still did not find the man who had accompanied me from the morning to enjoy the day.

"Ranchan." Call me to say his name. I don't know why my heart is starting to get scared. Tried to call his number but was inactive. A lot of negativity comes filling my head. The worst possible thing that will happen.

Where the hell is Rey? Kok left not to say, call was off. You won't leave me in this foreign place, will you? I was scared and scared.

Tired of searching, now sitting in front of the resort looking at the water that reflects the light of the lamp. The day is perfect dark. The red color in the sky is perfect disappearing, which indicates the night is really coming. But Reyhan won't come.

I can only try to believe in you Ay, even though I still feel afraid if you leave me. But I do believe and I'm pretty sure you won't be that bad. My mind strengthens itself.

On the back of my phone shaking, I immediately saw him. But my heart was disappointed, because the caller was not the husband I was looking for.

David. The name of one of the people who once ordered three cakes at once from my shop. Which I now know who it is. The one I've been waiting for, but came at the wrong time. Come when I can't possibly make it with him.

These past few weeks the name caught my attention. Fulfilling my brain and mind. But I'm not that brave to call her, to end the relationship or discuss the continuation. He never called again either. Either because they have forgotten, or they have decided to forget. We no longer have interaction, even though he always mastered imagination.

"Why is he calling? What is this sign?" Mumamku. I still let the phone ring, my heart hesitated to answer or to let it.

"Why did he call when I was enjoying my time with my husband. But where's Reyhan? Can't he leave? And why did he call so coincidentally? Anyway Reyhan doesn't know who Arfan is and what's going on with me, right? Positive thinking.. " My monologue is in solitude. Even until the phone returns to the main screen .

I took a deep breath. Relax the mind, think, think, do not get missteps and regret in the future.

Shut up a few minutes later, the phone rings again. Same name of contact. Right now, I wish Reyhan had called. I weigh in to answer or let.

"Bismillah. What's wrong with being lifted, right? Who knows if it's important." My disconnect to shift the phone's handle picture.

The call was connected, but there was no sound. I waited there to start the conversation. Isn't that who called? That means he has interests, right?

A few minutes passed and there was silence. No one wants to start opening their voices. Only breaths are heard. I pulled my phone away to check the call. It seems to be connected. I also have no intention of severing the connection. Turn on the speaker but still quiet. Until the sound of soft deheman from sebrang.

"Assalamualaik." Finally the voice I was waiting for sounded as well, albeit in a quiet voice.

This sound. Although I haven't heard it in a long time. The voice that had long disappeared, never accompanied me. Now hearing it always creates anxiety in my heart. Uncomfortable, the heart is racing fast. Just hearing her voice was enough to make my lips curl a smile. Forgetting to fret about not knowing the whereabouts of husband.

"Aren't my greetings answered?" Say again.

Ah, I'm daydreaming too much. Interacting with her again made me think of many things.

Is it true that love will never die? There will always be new vibrations when you re-interact with old love. Without being asked for memories and then will come to change. That is why we are forbidden to re-connect with old love. In any form.

I believe in that. Because we cannot forget perfectly. Past tastes always have seeds to grow back and dominate more. Or vice-versa. Maybe only a moment can forget, but certain moments, memories of him come uninvited.

"Waalaikum salam." I finally opened my voice too. Although equally slow.

Ah, very sharp ears of this man.

"Yes. There's plenty of water here. "

"Where else? " He's still the same as before. Every phone calls ask where I am. He could always recognize the voices around me. I used to be happy to explain. But now? Should it?

"Where is. What's the phone?" I asked to divert the discussion. My heart didn't calm down for a long time calling him. I don't know because of what. I don't know why my heart beats abnormally when I talk to him. Either because of fear of being discovered by the husband, because of the reaction of a taste that he said was called love, or because of groggy because he had not met for a long time.

"You'll work together." The answer does not force me to answer the initial question.

"In terms?" Manyaware.

"Darling? How's outside?" Greet the voice of the man I had been looking for and I was waiting for his arrival. Which makes me reflect on seeing it and turning off the phone. Keep it in your pocket.

"Hey." Sapaku smiled clumsyly.

"Why so tense? Who's calling anyway?" Ask probing.

Ah, i. Receiving a phone call so already tense fear of being found out husband. Afraid until he gets angry. Fear of being accused of cheating. But I did not say anything. Even though my heart has done it. Butno. My heart is not cheating. He was there first and had space in my heart.

"Hallo. How silent?" He asked to shake his hand in front of me when he saw me and was dumb. Then intend to reach my hand that holds the pocket that has a mobile phone.

"Eh yes. Where the hell are you from?" I asked to keep my hands away and put on a sulking face because it was left without news.

"Yariin huh?" Forgetting about hp.

"Yes that. I woke up and told you. Find everywhere not there. I just got home at this hour. In a foreign place, left alone without saying goodbye, called could not. Afraid know. Where the hell is it?" Cerocos. Though the heart is not calm. Trying to normalize feelings.

"Yes sorry. Yok ready. I'd like to take you to dinner. " Pulls me in. Not intending to answer my question.

"okkey. But don't go far. I'm so hungry." Giving ultimatums.

"Every boss. This is yes." Putting a paperbag that was previously held.

"What's that?" Grab it, and open the contents. Which turned out to be her pretty dress plus her hijab.

"We want to wear ginian clothes?" I lifted the dress and put it in front of my body. People usually wear dresses for parties. He wants to have dinner and have to wear this shirt.

Or maybe my husband doesn't have money for dinner? So you want to eat for free at a party? But I still have enough money to eat.

"Just make it." Answer's relaxed. While he did not change clothes at all. indeed he had worn clothes with neat stellan, because he had left. While me? Still wear a long nightgown wrapped in cardigan, and immediately wear a hijab.

"But," hesitated to wear it. I just watched it carefully. The clothes are good, the model is not too glamorous, the color is also very soft.

"Pake aja's. Or do I want to help you? " Go closer.

"Nwgk-nggk." Reject me quickly.

Even though I have been married for a long time, I am still embarrassed if I change clothes right in front of him.