When Two Anu Fall in Love
Inner Grace

It was so sunny this morning, after a heavy rain yesterday afternoon. Anugrah was busy drying the clothes she had just washed.

Busy hands do not care for someone who is smiling sweetly to see it.

As soon as the water was still left in the old perfumed bucket he threw all his strength towards his back, where normally he doused it into the street.

Byuuurr...

"Anuuuuu!!!" Shouted That man.

"Astaghfirullah," he said. He was surprised, immediately dropped his bucket and closed his mouth.

Then he laughed with satisfaction to see Keanu soaked because of the water he accidentally poured.

"Hahaha, anyways you do it there..."

Keanu rubbed his wet face, his uniform was now wet with nothing left.

"Hahaha, so fragrant right... Haha fortunately fragrant. Later in school so many nempel hahaha."

Not apologizing or feeling guilty, Anugrah instead went inside.

Keanu smiled seeing Anugrah laughing loosely. He's still quiet there. Soon Anugrah came out with a towel that had just taken from the closet.

"Nih," he said while thrusting the towel. But her smile was still sweet on her lips.

"Make this for you" Keanu put a towel on Anugrah's body.

"If you wear the hijab do not half-and-half, the time is only up to the elbow doang. Where to wear the short shirt again." His words are long.

"What the hell, you're gonna be so pure that I put on a short-sleeved shirt."

"I'm back, I'm changing."

Anugrah held a towel that covered her back up to half her arms. His eyes stared at Keanu's increasingly invisible departure.

•••••••

Sometimes love is strange, what else when faced with a choice. Like Anugrah, when he does admit his feelings for someone, he is faced with the choice of appreciating the feelings of his best friend, plus it may not be united because of social status.

According to Anugrah, than he was happy on the heartbreak of his best friend. Mending is the one who gave up.

Once exhausted, the leaves he re mas then he threw into the trash. On target.

"Anuuuugra...."

Shouted someone he could guess who it was.

Grace stood up, her hands stretched out.

"Ociiiinn..." Osin is a close call to Cintia.

Friends who have not met for a long time are hugging like Teletubbies.

"O Allah, when will you arrive?" Ask Anugrah as soon as their embrace is released.

"I'm sampe semalem, pas ujan baru subsa."

"Sit down, O Allah, and glow you."

"It can be you,"

Cintia sat in Anugrah's chair, Anugrah then sat in front of him, sitting on the floor with a cardboard tear.

"So how? A lecture? Is there a holiday too?" Ask Anugrah for pleasantries. Deep down he regretted Cintia's return so quickly.

"Yes is Nu, kangen O Allah. Yuni didn't come here?"

"Later noon, I guess."

Both of them dissolve in a sweet conversation between two friends. Talking anywhere.

Until it tells the story of one pujaan, who is adored by two people who are facing it.

Anugrah told me calmly, with a laugh. Hiding the feeling of tightness in his chest. Tells the cuteness of his best friend who still lives in the village, with himself.

Even told Keanu that this morning he was flush with laundry water.

Sometimes love is as beautiful as this, telling by remembering it I am happy. Especially if you see yourself happy. I'm sure I'll be happier, even if it's not with me. Inner Grace.

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