Want me to Be With You
Episode 25's
"This is a gift from Aunt and Uncle" said Bibi Nova thrust a red paper bag on Fauziah.
Ziah's blackish-brown eyes are wide-eyed. In his heart he gave thanks for being given a family that loved him so much. Slowly he received the paper bag. The smile of sumringah was engraved beautifully on her cute face. Curiosity, making him not delay the time to see the contents of the paper bag.
"God, Aunt. The gameplay is very beautiful" said Fauziah happy. He put Dariluna's robe on his body. The length of the shirt is very in accordance with the height of the girl–so her happiness increases by one hundred percent.
"Soccer likes?" ask Mommy Santi. Fauziah nodded in love.
While they were talking and once laughing, the sound of footsteps approached. Suddenly a familiar figure stood in front of the door with his right hand holding a brown paper bag.
"Assalamualaikum" said Muli, he was the holder of the brown paper bag.
"Vaalaikumsalam. Let's go in, Li" Everyone in the house answered her greetings. Their gratitude allowed the girl to enter but she refused for some reason.
"No need, brother. Me and my friends are going to Derbi right now" Muli explained. "Oh yes, this is for Brother" His right hand stretched forward thrusting the paper bag on Fauziah.
Fauziah was touched by his junior attitude. "Thank you, Dek" he said, receiving a gift from his front-door neighbor.
Muli nodded slowly back home, waiting for her friends to come pick her up. Fauziah sat down with his family.
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Evening arrived, after bathing and wearing a house gown and a quadrilateral hijab dangling over the chest, the girl with a sweet smile sat on the porch of the house. It feels like he hasn't been to the fields for a long time. Not wanting to disappoint herself, she rushed to wear Korean women's mountain sandals, and began to set the rare to the rice fields. The distance of the house to the rice field is only a few dozen meters, so Fauziah chose to walk compared to riding a motorbike.
The view in the rice field is so beautiful. Adem and feel comfortable in the sea of rice. Fauziah stretched out his arms, slowly closed his eyes and began to enjoy the breeze.
"O Allah, thank you for the blessings you have given me, as well as my family" Ziah said.
From a distance not too far away, a man took a picture of Fauziah. Then hide when his presence is noticed by the girl. He was Aqmal, who was first in the rice fields but was not realized by Fauziah. If Ziah saw Aqmal first, you can be sure, the girl will undo her intention to see the beautiful scenery in the rice field.
Rain suddenly falls. It was already impossible for Aqmal and Fauziah to run home. The two rushed to the Gazebo. In the Gazebo, each of them was silent a thousand languages. Two people who were once very familiar, now look like strangers.
After a long silence. Aqmal ventured to ask. Neighbors, but not talking to each other. Not to ask for news.
"Alhamdulilah, good" replied Fauziah as he was. He was reluctant to turn his head towards Aqmal who had been staring at him since.
"I'm sorry" Aqmal said. He was still staring at Fauziah who was looking down while hiding both hands. Fauziah was uncomfortable. The girl chose to break through in the pouring rain rather than be alone with Aqmal–man who incised a bloodless but scarred wound.
"As long as the yellow janur hasn't arched, all the possibilities can still happen" Aqmal muttered looking at her beloved woman running small to the house.
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Too bad not to spend. But something excessive is also not good. Yeah, Fauziah's in the wrong position. He still wanted 0 more food but his stomach was already begging for mercy. Roasted chicken rica-rica, one of Fauziah's favorite foods. Delicious food was deliberately served by Mommy Santi. As a gift for her 18th birthday. Celebrating her daughter's graduation day.
"Come, eat" Mother Sakila asked.
"I want to, Bun but___"
"Not you, but Aqmal" continued Mother Santi cut her daughter's sentence.
Fauziah glanced back, finding Aqmal in non-formal clothes. Cargo pants below knee and grey kous shirt.
"Why? don't like?" cecar Aqmal while taking place next to Fauziah. He should be able to make Fauziah like him again.
"This, study hard" he continued putting paper bags on the table.
Fauziah was silent, he did not respond to anything. Even when Aqmal and Mommy Santi ate, she was silent. It was not that he had no appetite but that he was already full.
"Why Mother invited him to eat here" said Fauziah.