Let Me Fall in Love
9. Unpatient

Ami put his motorbike into the yard of the house. A jolly girl who wears her favorite sporty outfit, black sports pants and a white t-shirt. Just returned from Padepokan by carrying a backpack containing silat clothes that have been wet with sweat. Heard his mother speaking as he entered the house with a greeting.

"Mom, who?" Ami asked quietly from a distance of two meters. Apparently, her mother was making a video call.

"So, look who's here?" Ibu Sekar instead answered Ami's question. But pointing the phone screen at her youngest child.

"ATE!" Shouts a child inside the screen. Waving hands with a carefree face.

"Weh-weh Aa Ucul. Kirain who." Ami did not lose a cheerful screech. Sitting next to his mother.

The cute boy who filled the screen of the phone puffed his cheeks and swung his lips. "Not Aa Ucul. Naughty ate!" Then the three-year-old boy turned to his left and shouted, "UMMA....ATE NAUGHTY!"

Ami laughed out loud. It was a pleasure to judge his nephew who wanted to be called Aa because he wanted to have a sister. "Hihihi, sorry Ate forgot. What's her name?" she was intentionally flirting.

"Aa Lasya." Said Rasya, who is the son of the couple Rama and Puput.

"Oh yeah, now Ate remembers. Rasya AA. What's Ate's name?" Ami is still taking over the conversation. Ibu Sekar became a listener.

"Ate Ami Syelimut." Rasya answered confidently. His face is back cheerful.

"Hishihi. This is Ate's nephew. Tos first." Ami brings the palm closer to the phone screen. Which Rasya replied with a cheerful giggle.

"Mi, when's the exam?" Puput began to join by sitting next to Rasya.

"A week to go, Tea." Ami plucked the wine that was on the table.

"Serious learning, Mi. Stop activities outside of school. Focus on learning." Puput despite being far from family, always pay attention to diligently communicate.

"Yes, Ummaaaa." Ami mimicked Rara's style of speech in the Nussa cartoon series. "Don't forget the prize if Ami ranked one more yes, Ummaaaa."

Mom chuckles at Ami's behavior. Puput splashes the actual lips to hold the amused smile.

While Rasya giggled and commented, "Ate ucul."

"Dwelling. Turn called Aa ucul ngambek dah." Ami puffed out her tongue. He was very close to his nephew. Communicating diligently through video calls.

That long distance conversation was over. Ami climbed the stairs to her room. It's time to take a shower, considering Akbar sent the message. That will come before magrib. He will survey a comfortable gazebo, which is not disturbed and the visitors pass by.

"Mi, Brother Akbar with Brother Leo so eat here again, right?" Ibu Sekar greeted Ami who just came down. Looks fresh and smells of soap.

"So, Mom. This is also I want to check first the gazebo is suitable. Let Brother Akbar and Brother Leo be comfortable." Ami prepared to go to Dapoer Ibu through the back road.

Dusk greets accompanied by a tinge of orange adorning the horizon. The gazebo that Ami chose was filled with two men who looked relaxed. Akbar forbids Ami to prepare a meal now. He and Leo continued the unfinished work discussion after the meeting at his hotel. A Tab is stored in the middle of a short-legged table, where food is served.

"If that's what I live for, brother. Let's not disturb." Ami lowered both his legs to prepare to leave. He who was assigned by Mother Sekar accompanied Akbar and Leo as family guests. Aul could not join because there were two guests of his friends.

"Eh, not Mi. It won't be long. Wait fifteen minutes!" Akbar spontaneously grabbed Ami's hand. It was interesting to sit again in the original place.

Ami according. Sit down next to Leo. Which means sitting in line with Akbar who was blocked by the table. Inevitably he became propping up his chin and paying attention to the gesture of the CEO who was talking seriously. Because if you play mobile phone it is not polite.

Wuah, Kak Akbar's style of speech is really cool. More handsome.

Unknowingly, Ami smiled to herself. He recalled Akbar speaking in front of his class. Calm and authoritative.

Why do I dare to gombalin Brother Akbar. In class again.

The lips cannot be conditioned.

Uh but the guy's fine. Not angry. It even looks like baper.

The discussion is over. Leo got off the gazebo because his wife called. Leaving Akbar and Ami alone. He turned to sit on a long bench facing the garden of roses that were budding.

The following tea pot has three cups available on the side of the table. Akbar filled a glass for her. While sipping the hot tea right, he noticed Ami who was smiling with a blank look. "Dreaming of a child" said his mind. The corner of his lips was interested.

"Mii....Ami." Akbar patted Ami's arm which was used to support his chin. Before long Ami regained his senses, rubbing his eyes. Makes Akbar chuckle. "Say parents can not daydream ahead of magrib. Later can be a delicate creature," he continued accompanied by a smirkai jahil.

Ami grimaced his face. Blushed shame. "No interlocutor will not be aware dumbly," he said honestly. "You subtle creatures like Kak Akbar mah, it's okay too. Hihih."

"Well, don't be a subtle creature ah later can be like the proverb An jing barking caravan passed."

"That means?" Akbar raised one eyebrow. Sure, the meaning of the Ami version does not match the real meaning.

"An jing barking caravan passed. I can always think of you." Ami blinked her eyes with a witty facial expression.

"Gosh my god." Akbar shook his head at the end of his laughter. At midday he was made inflamed in the meeting, because two important people in the hotel management ranks arrived ten minutes late. Now he is made amused by the silliness of Ami.

Adzan magrib sounded. Ami prepared to return home to fulfill the obligation.

"Sister, choose what menu first. Let abis salat later, the dish is ready at the table." Ami gave a menu list as well as paper and pen.

Akbar nodded. He wanted a different menu than yesterday.

***

Inside the cafe is already crowded by visitors who on average are young couples who are having a weekly night. One of the tables was filled with a pair of young men, namely Aul and Anggara who had been sitting since ten minutes ago.

"Kak Angga, all the gifts from Kak Angga from the beginning to the last yesterday, I save well. Still neatly stored in his paper bag." Aul began to enter into serious talks after a while as a listener of Anggara's activities.

"Why? You don't like it?" Anggara straightened his back with a look of surprise.

"Not to like. But I can say the type of woman who feels. Which is not good. Want to clear first mean Kak Angga love it all because what? This is what I want to talk four-eyed gini to, brother." Aul said smoothly and straightforwardly.

Anggara did not answer directly. Paused by the arrival of the waiter who delivered the order. He looked at Aul with a raging mind and considered the right sentence to say.

"Aul, we have known for a long time, close friends, we are also familiar with each parent. May I wish more. No need to date because we know each other. I want you to be my future wife." Aggara knows, the odds are arguably slim. Given the communication that has been established so far there is an implied difference in commitment. But who knows, now Aul changed his mind.

Aul pursed his lips. His gaze looked down at the handsome face with a new, more flaky haircut. Assess the seriousness of the police's words. It is clear now the intent of the gift that is always delivered.

"If to judge falling in love by feeling the vibration, that I did not feel it when with Kak Angga. But I feel comfortable as a friend, as a friend. And again, we have different dreams. I, with my passion in the culinary world, cannot leave Ciamis. Because again pioneering. While Kak Angga with his love as a state servant, had to move around the city according to duty. Ah, Brother Angga do you know about my dream?" Aul made it clear.

Anggara sighed. Not surprised by Aul's predicted explanation. "I'm now the lead character of a love novel you don't have to have, do you?" he was accompanied by a big laugh. Disappointed, there is. Dehumanised. But he responded with an adult attitude.

Aul smiled obliquely. "I pray that Brother Angga gets the best mate. Who will always accompany Kak Angga's steps wherever they are," he said sincerely.

Anggara breathed a long breath. Not guaranteeing. Not that I don't like. But it takes time to heal disappointed because love does not arrive. "Tomorrow I will go to Semarang again. I got a new assignment to be an aide to the police. We're still friends, aren't we, Aul?"

Aul nodded. "of course. We are good friends. I will be a good friend anytime. Happy serving. Hopefully later to hear again, Brother Angga is the one who became the Police Chief. Next can be news again has become the Police Chief," he said accompanied by a knotty smile and sparkling eyes.

Anggara smile. "Thank you for the support, Aul."

The conversation becomes more relaxed after expressing feelings to each other. The dish on the table began to touch. I can smile without any burden.

"Sister, I'm giving you back all the presents, right? I don't deserve it because....."

"If you give it back, you're lying when you think I'm a friend." Anggara cut Aul's words quickly. Stop putting pieces of steak into the mouth that has been pierced by a fork.

"Ish, it's not like that. I'm not good." Aul was quick.

"It was a gift from a friend. Please use what to make. On display, what should be on display!" Aggara said firmly like a police officer.

"Ready, sir." Aul saluted by keeping the palm next to the right temple.

Aul and Anggara laughed together. But the excitement of the two is interpreted differently by a man in a hat who observes from the most side of the table.

Pennant. He who is restless if only sitting quietly at home, decided to follow the car parked in front of the house of the Mother Sekar. Start trailing when seeing Anggara open the car door for Aul.

Panji who can not wait a day, now feel sorry to have entered the cafe. Because having to see two faces that initially looked serious ended up sparkling and laughing. He came out with a disappointed and wounded heart.

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Bestie, I'm sorry we had an unexpected event yesterday afternoon. It was a schedule up the night terpending because ngedit was not right to sleepy heavily. 😁

I want to revise and revise this chapter. Ami's birthday is not March but August. Kan Ami again second semester preparing for the PAT exam. The story was AmBar chat at the end of May. Focus instead I turn to the real calendar 😁😁. Hah, sorry for this mistake. 😂