Dream Smile
Episode 22

In fact, one message from him can make my day become colored.

Good morning, the spirit to live the day.

Yep, yeah, that one message that every morning he sent me even until night was not ceasing I went back and forth to check my phone just once Mr. Akram sent me a message and did not get tired of it I saw the writing, he said, then wait and hope there's another message that says I miss.

"Ha ha ha, dream!" I murmured while holding back my laughter and shaking my head.

'Did he have the same feeling as what I was feeling?' inner wondering.

I then sighed, leaning on my back in the chair as I listened to a song that was spinning on my phone called the first love sung by an Indonesian singer Isyana Saraswati.

I knew

When I look at you, but I still doubt

Shame on me

But my heart cannot hold that feeling

Oh, my heart thumped

Now I know how it feels to fall in love

Like flying into space

My mood became flowery

Is this first love?

I imitated the verses of the singing song along with the sounds of the original singer. Not enough, I even play it many times no matter if my singing activities are heard by others, because I am sure others will like this song.

The song I was playing now suddenly came to a halt and after I turned to my phone there was a message coming in. Instantly my eyes bought with my heart pounding and disbelief I grabbed my phone. Mr. Akram's name is now on the phone screen and I immediately opened the message, there is written.

From: Mr. Akram

Ayu, if today there is no event can we meet...

With trembling hands I now try to reply to her, typing repeatedly but I'm not sure and then I delete it repeatedly. Finally I believe this sentence I wrote is the best to reply to the message.

To: Mr. Akram

Ayu today there is no event sir, why sir?

Shortly after my message was sent, I got a reply from him. But even my heart is pounding faster because the content of the message I received was,

From: Mr. Akram

Surprise, at the Mall near the town hall I wait for lunch.

With disbelief, a broad smile and a cheering heart, I now respond to the message. I saw on my phone that it was now half eleven in the afternoon, which meant I had an hour to prepare.

I got out of the chair I was sitting in and looked for clothes in the closet. Looking for the best among others, choosing the most fitting and pleasing to be seen by others. Because I want to look beautiful today.

Considering I didn't have much time left, my choice ended up falling on a floral shirt. Along with me now pulled a pair of light-grey jeans.

Immediately I rushed out to the public bathroom booth. Today is not in line because it is Sunday and understand it is already noon, Sunday is commonly used for lazing as well as with me if the pepper bath is noon.

After taking a shower I prepared to also dress up a little, sowing powder to make it look fress and pleasing to the eye. I look at myself in front of the mirror. Like there's less? my thinking.

When the look in my eyes stopped right looking at my lips reflected I slightly clucked because my lips look pale and look chapped, understand me because I am now experiencing canker sores.

I turned my back trying to find my mother's lipstick, but after finding it and opening the lid of the lipstick, my lips curved up instantly with a disappointed look.

"Why do you buy lipstick in this color" I murmured, because the color of the lipstick I was holding was bright red.

With a step towards the mirror and a hesitant motion I tried to rub it on my lips. And after I pulled the lipstick off my lips I immediately clucked.

"God, it's like an ondel-ondel" I said in disbelief.

Being a person who does not have it is not good.guyutuku in my heart but I quickly beristigfar as my hand moves to remove the lipstick marks attached to my lips.

My lyric clock on my phone already almost showed at half twelve noon, too much time I wasted it turned out.

After making sure and several times staring at the mirror that my appearance has been neat I immediately went to pick up my small sling bag that I used to use to travel. Fill it with a wallet, powder, tissue and not to forget the phone I also enter.

Before going out to the door I also sprayed perfume on my body, the reason is to let it smell.

The door was now open and when I looked I saw that there was also Zahra's mother there. Zahra who had just come down from my mother's sling now ran up to me. I was worried not to let my sister whine want to come along.

And what I feared was true, when I was about to set foot toward the door Zahra walked after me.

"Zahra is home, yes" I turned to him as I crouched down to sit in my shoes.

"Follow," he said, holding the edge of the shirt I was wearing.

"Bak just a moment, I'll go home to buy souvenirs for you," I said trying to persuade but Zahra still said, "Wind along."

"Yet." I said, begging my mother to persuade Zahra not to come with me, but her efforts were unsuccessful.

Time that has been so mepet make me now more frustrated because the whining of Zahra coupled with the movement of his hands that never separated from my body for a moment, goods, he insisted that he would come along and help me lose my patience and with my consciousness I snapped at him.

"Zahrah! Mbak just a moment not long," I cried to him while jerking his hand to remove the squeeze on the clothes I wear, but what happened he even tightened his cry. It's just that Mom's nagging me now because I was being rude to my sister.

Not only did Zahra cry, but now I also cry because it feels like why to be faced with a situation like this.

"Where are you really going?" ask Mom later.

"Yes go, Ayu has an appointment, it's too late!" I said annoyed in tears but Zahra again clutched my feet tightly.

"Yes, then you set out to let my mother take care of Zahra" said my mother, trying to remove the twists of Zahra's hands on my feet. After being released I immediately went out of the house ignoring my brother who was crying calling my name to come along.

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