Let Me Fall in Love
117. The Story of Sunday Night

Akbar followed Mr. Bagja and Zaky, performing magrib prayers at the mosque after engaging in casual chat for quite a while. He felt that he had become part of the family because the reception of the Ami family was warmer than before.

Being happy news when Akbar asked permission to Ibu Sekar and Pak Bagja to invite Ami weekly night at cafe Dapoer Ibu and allowed on condition, with the,

"Hour nine should be home again. If breaking means next time there is no second chance of weekly nights out. Enough at home." Said Mr. Bagja straightforward and firm.

"Good, sir." The unwritten rule will be remembered by Akbar. There are watches that can be glimpsed at any time.

The driver was allowed to rest at the hotel. Tonight this week belongs to Akbar who sweetly opens the car door for the beautiful and fresh Ami in a white skirt outfit floral motif combined with a light blue cardigan.

Along the way, Ami's face continues to meet in the dimness of the street lights crossed. And a faint smile on his lips. This is the first experience of a weekly night with someone special.

"Don't diem dong Cutie. Not really Ami." Akbar looked over with a sweet smile. Without asking for permission, his left hand held Ami's right hand. It will drive a black car type SUV German manufacturer with one hand. Relax and calm.

"It was my first date, brother. It was salting. Especially now that my hand is held by a gini. My heart is cornered." Ami put on a complaining face while patting her chest.

Akbar chuckled with Ami's honest words. He is Ami who is always what is without guarding the image. "Just held your hand that's your body's reaction. Especially if anuu..."

"Ish, Brother. Keep the language don't take care of anuuu." Ami pulled the hand that Akbar was holding. Then move the index finger next to the driver's face.

Akbar chuckles. "OK-okay, baby. Some of the anuu versions of me and your versions must be different. But yes, it's a skip."

"What do you mean, brother?" In the end, Ami was curious as well. He tilted his body facing the driver.

Akbar shook his head and smiled at the dikulum. "Can already skip. Anuu's talk is over."

"Ahh, Ayang Panda is not cool. I'm kepo." Ami's tone sounded sulky. Not feel the car has entered the cafe parking lot that has many cars and motorcycles parked.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but then yeah." Akbar shut off the car engine and unbuckled the seat belt.

"When?" sue Ami before getting out of the car.

"After the marriage." Akbar winked one eye with a mesemic smile.

Gets a death wink like that, making Ami speechless. No longer demanding an answer because his face was now blushing pink. Get out of the car first.

Live music is being presented to accompany the visitors who come on Sunday night. Some come alone, with a partner or group of friends, also family. Because cafe Dapoer Mother is family friendly.

The arrival of Ami and Akbar greeted nods and friendly smiles by the cafe employees who of course know Ami as a family of cafe owners. Sitting on the rooftop was his choice. The cool air from the breeze of the night and the clear sky decorated with thousands of stars and the thick cluster of Mount Sawal, a night view that can be seen from the seats on the rooftop.

"Cutie, you want to be dumb? Let me pay for it." Chat is not just about romance. Random discusses studies.

"No, Brother. Because in school there are also additional lessons. So this last semester, starting in February, Saturday is not a holiday. Stay in special school extra lessons."

"Hm, okay. I will be more busy learning. And the average student complains of stress."

"Relate, Brother. Just announced a friend already on complaining of stress. But that's not action yet."

"Well, that's what should have been avoided. No complaining. If taken enjoy, guaranteed not to be a burden especially until stress. Can be interspersed refreshing to nature during the holidays if you already feel sad and saturated."

"If I refreshing it does not want to go to nature but wants to go to Bangkalan." Ami churns out the new cold drink that comes with a straw.

"What's in Bangkalan?" Akbar added sugar to his cappucino drink. Two portions of steak were served at the table.

"Bangkal, proud because you're always attentive. It became a de-factor. It can produce endorphins that make me happy." Ami blinked her eyes accompanied by a ignorant grin.

Akbar scratched his temple which of course did not itch. Smiling grimaced with anxiety. He forgot that talking to Ami was not always serious. There is always a joke and a snob. It is precisely to make his heart baper and warm because his presence is valuable to Ami.

Live music is downstairs. But the sound was heard all the way up. Visitors who are in the rooftop can still enjoy the voice of the vocalist even though they do not see the singer directly. Akbar and Ami also enjoy dinner with easy listening pop music.

Half-nine hours to leave the cafe. Akbar had calculated the travel time to be taken for 17 minutes. Although still at home enjoying a weekly night together, but he was aware of the rules of his parents Ami. Be patient, wait less than 6 months. If it is halal, no one will forbid if you go alone until any time.

"Just hold hands, baby. I'm not going over the limit." Akbar said when asking for Ami's hand that he wanted to hold along the way home.

Indeed Ami deliberately did not keep his hands on the thighs. Busy yourself fixing clothes, hijab, to avoid Akbar's hands. But his actions were useless. Precisely his hand was waiting for him He also relented to give a hand to hold. And its effect on the heart, of course, pounding and goosebumps disco.

Sunday night Zaky. He went with the Ninja motorcycle community. After the convoy in an orderly manner around the city of Lake, then hang out on one of the protocol roads by aligning the Ninja motor on the shoulder of the road. In a place a few meters away, the community of other types of motorcycles were many who lined the motor. That's how young people in the Ciamis and Lake areas fill their Sunday nights.

"Guys, I'm going home first. Can't hang out until night. Tomorrow we go to Jakarta. Ready to take off to Singapore." Zaky said goodbye to his friends.

Before heading to the border of Ciamis, Zaky drove his favorite motorbike to the road where fried rice 'Kabita' used to run. Only with a duration of 7 minutes from the location where he hangs out to get to the fried rice parking lot. Many visitors filled the Lesehan area. He went straight to the tent and saw Kia serving the paying buyer.

"Kia, order the spicy fried rice is 10 packs yes." Zaky said as soon as Kia had finished giving change to the buyer.

"Eh, A Zaky. Where's the ami?" Kia could not hide the surprised look because she did not expect to face Zaky. Try to neutralize the nervousness that is suddenly present.

"I'm alone. Hang out with friends on Otista Street. Fried rice 10 yes Kia. Wrapped." Zaky repeated the order because Kia had not responded.

"Oh, ready A. Ordinary or special?"

"What is so common is the spiciness of being."

"Ready. Waiting for A Zaky." Kia approached her father who was stirring fried rice in a skillet. He delivered Zaky's order. An employee who helps, be quick to prepare the ingredients.

"A Zaky, don't eat here?" Kia kept a glass of warm tea on Zaky's seat table. His courage asked accompanied by a sweat that poured out on his forehead and temples. He was tense but curiosity overcame nervousness. Showing courage.

"You eat at home, Kia. There is no Ami. He's on a weekly night with Mas Akbar."

Kia mangosteen and smiling mesem.

"Oh yes, Kia. Want all these sayings. Tomorrow I leave Jakarta because I want to go back to Singapore."

"Oh, hope the holidays. A new feeling yesterday I like coming home together. Time does not feel right." There is sadness in the corner of the heart because it can no longer admire from a close distance.

"It's only been a month off. Now we want the end of January. Internship assignments are waiting in Singapore. Be busy again." Zaky sipped the tea that Kia served. There is pride in seeing the tent screen still wearing the design.

"Well, that means A Zaky is getting closer to an archi degree." Kia's sweet smile was a smile of happiness and pride at the young man wearing a black leather jacket. Ami's sister.

Zaky nodded and smiled. "God is less than 3 semesters away."

I don't think the conversation should end because the fried rice is done. Zaky took the money out of his wallet the total amount Kia mentioned.

"This is more for Kia. Make snacks. Don't be rejected. You're like a sister to me."

Kia stared at Zaky who rushed away. Say hello to you before it passes.

"A Zaky, wait!" Kia chased after Zaky who was preparing to wear a full-face helmet next to the bike.

"Yes, Kia."

"If I am considered a sister, may I salim first. A Zaky's gonna be gone for a long time." Again, Kia got that courage out of nowhere.

Zaky smiled. He extended a hand.

Kia kissed the burly hand by touching it to the forehead. Still standing sculpted once the Ninja motor has gone. He held his head which Zaky had just rubbed.

"Sister? I wish you were my partner in the future." Kia lowered her head. Listlessly.

Before returning to the tent, Kia reached into her pocket to see the folds of Zaky's money. Shocked by the red sheet a total of five sheets.

Zaky bought fried rice solely to distribute. Want to eat at home just an excuse because actually have eaten all the friends of the Ninja community who attended amounted to 18 people. It took an hour to go around until 10 packs of fried rice were distributed to the right. Time to go home.

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