When the Heart Speaks
chapter 7 of memories..

I pulled a fitri hand into my room, and told her to put her bag next to my wardrobe.

fitri threw her body on the bed after changing clothes to sleep.

"What is our activity plan tonight??"

ask her.

"Awas ya if not exciting.already in belain belinggalin home.kalo only told to sleep spittle"

his oceh is long.

indeed that is how we.if one of us there is a stay.then the host must prepare something activity.which is usually done until late at night.

"ehmmm..as I thought, how do..kalo tonight..we play with the past??"

"call right??"

connect me...

"boleeaehh"

answer Fitri steadily.

"Toks.tok...Diiinn"

the door was knocked on the mother's call from behind the room door.

I hurriedly opened the door..

looks like mom brought us a snack tonight.

"you haven't slept, have you??"

"Yet ma..."

"This is Mama bringing banana balls"

mama gave me a plate of banana sponge and 2 cups of warm tea.

the tray that my mom brought in welcomed fitri and put it on the table..

"Thank you wak. already bothered"

said fitri with his sweet smile..

"Ahh..did not bother fit.wak happy you play here, have long not visited and stayed here.semenjak class 3 kayaknya yes?"

answered my mother while remembering.

"iya wak.last step after the class exam"

answer the fitri while starting to draw a banana sponge made by mama.

mom smiled...

"oh yes fit, said dina you continued college to bandung huh?"

"Yes wak.pengen mandiri"

fitri replied with a mouth full of banana balls.

as soon as I lowered my head, there was envy that suddenly perched in my heart.

I don't want them both to see me.

"Yes, it's time to go out first..."

my mother left us both.

I drove my mom out and closed my door.

"Oh yeah.you don't call ari din"

"no,"

"why??don't you miss that??"

ask fitri again...

This time I just shook my head while laughing and ate with him.

"ehmmm,, what lion?

"uhukk..uhukk..huk..!!"

suddenly I was choking

heard that name...

"loch dinn...you why??"😁😁

fitri threw a question while chuckling.then thrust me a glass filled with warm tea.

I almost choked the taste.Fortunately just immediately drink the tea given fitri..

"yes aampuuu...new his name until segitunya.gimana if you meet???"

fitri teased me while continuing to laugh this time he was pegged"

I threw it with a pillow..

"fucking luuu"

said me who was still coughing.

"Yes ..yes.., I haven't seen her in a long time.

I almost forgot about it"

I muttered to myself..

"cieee.dreaming"

"kangen huh??"

again fitri mocked me.

huuuu.i grunted, then we similarly laughed.

not felt.bolu banana has been exhausted we greedy..

we immediately finished the rest of the tea in our glasses.

then move to bed...

Suddenly I remembered something, I locked my intention to the bed, I opened the cupboard under the table, took out something.

A medium-sized, light blue photo album.

fitri looked at me confused...

"what is jeng??" ask her.

I stepped towards the bed where Fitri was lying face down.

"See this..!"

I put an album on Fitri..

on the first sheet...

looks there...

two babies are in their mothers' arms.

fitri smiled looking at her..

then there is a photo of 2 toddlers playing a swing.

then there was another toddler playing a bicycle while one was standing next to him.

"ahh..funny we used to din.."

fitri smiled looking at those memorable photos.

I flipped on the 2nd sheet,,

"ihhh.this is a photo of us first entering the school Sd dinn..."

yell fitri girang

i'm nodding..

"Fit, you inget gak.the first day entered the sd, you cry, because of the fear of the teacher hahahaha....."

my laughter followed fitri who seemed to remember that moment,,

" yes din..hout his teacher seremmm ihhhh..gendut that, right?"

"hahaha...!!"

we laughed out..

on the 3rd sheet..

look two young girls.with a lot of style in 1 frame..

this one you want not fit, mytanyaku.

fitri laughed out loud before he could answer.

I looked at him and laughed out loud.

the picture is a photo that we will never forget..

at that time we went to a famous bookstore in our city for the first time without being accompanied by parents...

the memories flashed in my head...

that afternoon, at the bus stop..

"you're sure din...we went to the shop just alone??"

ask fitri who was a bit doubtful about my decision at that time.

"surely.."

answer me steadily.

10 Minutes waiting, the bus we were waiting for came..

we were calmly sitting in the middle row.

looking ahead enjoy the song playing on the bus..

not long ago.fitri poked my arm,,

"Din.kok I feel something strange on this bus..."

"strange what??"

"do I feel foreign to this street??"

I who from earlier looked relaxed, suddenly tense after seeing and reading the writing on the car glass.

the writing pointed to the direction of the bus

In a moment.sweat pouting profusely.I was so nervous.

"astaga.fit, we got the wrong bus"

"uh.kan real.., I actually was suspicious from the beginning of the ride.feeling car majors to his pale yellow bookstore,,,,, the,,

it's what we go up to more orange."

"trus, we have to do donkkk"

she was scared and almost crying..

"calm fit, relax don't look if we're scared or nervous."

I calm fitri, when I myself feel almost dead, for fear of being rude.

when the bus kernet came to us, charging the fare, I asked..

"Bang, this bus's last stop is where it is.."

"Oh, this bus stops at the market terminal"

answer her.

I'm muttering..as if you understand, whenahal blenk😛😛

Next to me was a beautiful sister in a graceful work uniform, similar to that of a flight attendant,,

then I dared to greet him..

"do you work?"

the brother was confused because I greeted him.

he just nodded.

"where's the work?"

ask me again..

"at the orchid mall, the cinema section."

clearly her.

again I just nodded.

Then I got an idea..

when the bus stops in front of the mall, I invite fitri down.

The confused Fitri just kept quiet and followed me.

after coming down,,

"why are we here??"

ask her.

"from the dizziness in the bus and the road getting farther, mending us down here.the problem of his return.we just wait for the bus that was kayaking passed again in the direction of home."

"oh...."

Looks fitri still confused.

at the end we entered for the first time we went to the mall..

Inside we went up and down the escalator..

Arrive in front of a photo studio.

We stopped.then looked at each other for a moment.then disconnected to try.

by paying 20 thousand rupiah we can photograph at will with the style at will.

finished snapping, we just waited a moment then the photo succeeded in print.

after we got around, we decided to go home.

Arriving outside.we supervise one by one the bus cars that pass..

and we were grateful, the bus we were looking for passed by and stopped in front of the stop where we were waiting.

at the end of the day we can go home.

although not so buy a book, at least we get a new experience.and the photo is proof of that day.

I let out a long breath.too many memories with fitri..

we continue to enjoy sheet by sheet memories..

every now and then our little screams combined with carefree laughs and jokes and chirps were thrown out..

there are always stories.cara ..and laughter..

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