Me And The Stars
Chapter 62 The Love Story is not forgotten

For the next few chapters, this story will be carried by the couple jaim shy meow, but sometimes bar-bar cat garong 😂

Because Lintang and Akhtar are busy taking care of baby Nair and Nath. 😊 Happy reading and leave your imprint 😍

Satya

My mother and I attended an aqiqahan event for the twin sons of Lintang and Akhtar. I want to keep my promise to my two beloved nephews.

I sat facing the twins, and occasionally talked to Akhtar and Lintang. But a shrill cry came from behind me. Right from the front door. "Haaaai baby tantee...."

Deg. That voice!

The voice of a girl I haven't heard in two years. I miss this voice. I miss the sweet lips she had. I miss hugging that body. Jesus Satya! Don't drift too far your mind.

"Sorry the tantenya just came, baby..." The girl looks beautiful with her hijab. I sat down next to him and greeted the twins. And as she looked at me, we threw awkward smiles at each other.

Bunga Ayana Darma, the girl I knew 7 years ago. Yes, before the tragedy of Arum and Rezki, his older siblings. After our accidental meeting, I looked for him only armed with makeshift information. "Flower Darma, High School Light Nation." He said that as he got off the bus.

Jogja-Jakarta bus, we were found there. Separated after arriving in Jakarta. What am I doing in Jogja? Vacationing. Then my goal to Jakarta was to meet my mother and father before I left for Kalimantan. Back to the activity of taking care of the mining father that I have run for about the last two years.

Why not by plane and instead choose a bus that takes a dozen hours? Because I like adventure. And I never regretted, because on the way I met a weak girl who was shivering with cold. The girl who got on the bus without bringing anything. Without a bag even without a jacket.

His thin body was clad in a white T-shirt and jeans and conv*rse shoes. He looked like a man, but why was he so poor. Did he run away from home?

For the first few hours, we talked a little. "Only?" tanyakanya. I'm nodding.

"You're on your own, too?"

He looked ahead. "Same brother, it's in front." he pointed to the front seat. I'm just a mangosteen. But in my mind I'm not sure what he said.

He looked more at the window because his sitting position was on the sidelines.

However, in the middle of the night his body shivered, because the weather was raining heavily. I gave her the hoodie I was wearing, she looked at me long enough. "wear. I still have a long shirt in the bag." I pointed at my backpack that I put under my feet.

And finally he complied, he even asked me for wind oil, and I gave him a roll-on wind oil that I kept in my sling bag.

But there's one thing out of control going on. I can't wait to see him still shivering. He was wearing thick clothes. I close my face and unite us. I don't know, I'm not like me. My courage to put our lips together was beyond belief.

The girl looked at me sharply. I know it. Both palms of my hands were on his cheeks. And his hand held tightly to my shirt. Long enough until I put our fists together. He did not push or push my body. Either because he's scared, or doesn't have the calm, or because he enjoys it too. I don't know.

"Sorry, I'm presumptuous." I'm lirih. "Sorry!" My words are full of regret. If there is a word worse than br*ngsek. Then give it to me.

But he's sobbing instead. I hugged her. "Hey, I'm sorry. I'm confused to see you shiver, even your lips almost turn blue." I whispered in his ear.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." And he's sobbing. And here I'm sure, he's alone. Not with his brother.

I looked for him at the school he mentioned. And I found him walking alone along the sidewalk. The goal is a park. And he sat in one of the chairs. I followed. "Hi Flowers. Still remember?" I sat next to him.

He looked at me, he was not afraid. He threw a smile. And since then he and I have been communicating with each other via voice, Jakarta-Kalimantan. I meet occasionally if I visit here.

I even wanted to introduce him to mom and dad. But he's not ready. He still wants to go to college, because his papa mama is a lecturer at a famous university. Education became number one in her family.

I know he has an older brother, but I never knew if he ever dated Arum, my younger brother.

Until one day we met in an atmosphere of grief. I stared at the girl I loved crying over the body of a man who had an accident with Arum.

She was crying over her brother's body and I stared at my sister's body. We were both surprised. And the most painful words came out of his lips. "We can't be with my brother." She cried hugging her knees as we spoke in the hospital garden.

"It's out of our control, Na!" I hugged her.

"But it's complicated for our family, brother!" Yeah, he's right. Anyway my sister became the mistress of a married man. Then I intend to marry the man's sister. The truth of my life, this joking?

"Blessed brother. I love you."

"I love you more, Na. Our story is just beginning, Na."

"But not yet in front of the family, brother. Never say anything, please!" He begged, no one knew about our relationship. Flowers are too good at hiding them.

But as time went on, God made the path stretch wide. A chance to take care of Zoya, her sister's daughter with Arum. Makes our family have a close relationship. I even took part in their family vacation several times.

Flowers are still ordinary. It was as if there was never any relationship between us. We went into a relationship with no word of courtship, and clarity. Purely because there is only Zoya among our family. But those eyes were still the same, full of love.

Two years ago, our last meeting was. I asked for a little courage to open the relationship that we had in front of the family. But he refused.

"Give me a little time, brother. Two years. After that, we will see how we were at that time. Whether you still want to be together or have both forgotten."

Friends, really! But I kept that promise. I wasn't even present at Lintang and Akhtar's wedding, because what? Because I know he's there.

I'm still waiting. And my meeting yesterday with him at the Lintang house seemed to make it clear, the two years had already passed.

And when Akhtar and Lintang left us for the kitchen with their four children. That's where the chatter started that also involved Zoya and Bintang.

"Tomped us into the giant Aquarium. Same with me, yeah!" I said to the two little girls.

"Just like aunty Una, uncle! Aunt Una is more fun."

"Yes, mbak Dini likes to say gini. 'Open neng Zoya, don't be so, you'll be angry'." Zoya with a funny expression mimicked the voice of Dini, her nanny.

"Keep gini Zoy, 'neng Bintang, the paint looks out for the eyes. Be careful neng'. Hihih." The laughing star shuts its mouth.

Me and Bunga laughed at our niece's cuteness. I looked at him as he laughed. Na, I'm happy to see this laugh.

He immediately stopped laughing when he realized I was staring at him. He soon switched to playing with the twins.

Is that still the same, Na?