Still You's
4 Years Later.
Day by day, Sunday by month, month by year. Everything goes fast, feels so fast, except when in trouble and sad.
27 Ramadan. Today, the group chat that has been empty for several months, now feels alive again when one-by-one of them start to enliven.
Afifs.
Bukber is hayuk!
Miko.
I'm old, the mulu bukber in thought. Once in a while, think about ....
Wulans.
My wedding.
Wulan's spontaneous response left everything, except Afif, wide open on the spot. Wulan who typed it spontaneously, she was shocked.
Habil.
It's in code, Bro. Gas then!
Liyas.
Uhuk uhuk
Adityas.
Uhuk^2
Miko.
The smell is in the code but not sensitized, nih.
Aldi.
Turu, o menungso.
Afifs.
Diem you on. Moon Shawwal cave wedding!
Silent.
More shocked, so that no one wants to respond. Until finally Wulan returned with an answer that was no less surprising.
Wulans.
Waiting, yes.
wulans.
His mahar.
After the conversation in the group chat, now back to silence. They are busy with their own activities. In fact, his bukber plan is now only part of the Ramadan plan this year.
Three more days have entered the Eid al-Fitr holiday, making most people get ready for it. Buy new clothes, new sandals, or even new money.
🦋🦋
Simultaneously, Yulia was now walking towards the outside of the airport. Arriving outside, his head turned around as if looking for the existence of someone.
After 5 minutes of waiting, a car stopped nearby.
Pepp's pepp!
The sound of the car bell made Yulia turn her head, then approach. A thin smile was etched as the car glass slowly opened.
Yulia opened the car door, then she got in and closed the door again.
"Wait a long time, huh?"
Yulia cleared her throat, putting on her seatbelt. "Let's go!"
The man next to him snorted, then started running his car. "Think of the driver's cave lo kali, huh?"
"Emang."
Too thin, making someone beside him sigh repeatedly.
25 Minutes' drive, now they're there. Minimalist house nuanced sky, which of course has changed a lot from before he left.
Yup, home.
"Lo don't bring sugar daddy here, do you?" Yulia's echoing question made Alisa snort. Yup, Alisa was the one who was beside her earlier.
Alisa walked towards the sofa, then sat there. "It just so happens that 12 sugar daddies have been invited here."
Followed by Yulia who sat on the other sofa. "Where is the theme so all blue again!" His protest with eyes that were correcting his entire house.
Alisa rolled her eyes lazily. He took a deep breath, then threw it away violently.
"Who's there, what the hell, huh? Go home again to be a generous cake, not even a bagel!" Alisa Protest.
The one at the protest even snorted, then leaned his back against the back of the sofa.
"When do you come home? Why not come back?"
Yulia flicked her shoulders indifferently, accompanied by eyes that slowly closed. "Still take care of his son time."
Alisa frowned not understanding, "boy?"
"Hm ... subsidiary."
Bugh!
Yulia opened her eyes when she felt a pillow land on her face. He looked at Alisa, raising his eyebrows. "Naon anyway?"
"There rest! Let tomorrow meet your friends who have longed the same lo!"
"Four years I haven't seen you, it's been a cavernous mess, Tan."
🦋🦋
06.00 WIB.
As usual, sunlight now entered into the private room of Habil, making the owner of the room now wriggling uncomfortably. Don't blame the mother who opened her bedroom curtains this morning.
Just blame Habil who did not want to wake up with a reason for sleepy.
Habil yawned, while his body was now writhing to stretch his muscles. Shortly after, he sat down. His mind flew out of nowhere, while his eyes flickered to collect his life that seemed to have not been collected.
Ting!
Ting!
Ting!
The noise from his phone now shifted his attention. Habil looked for his phone, then grabbed it.
Afifs.
Batalin fasts delicious nich.
Afifs.
Which good mpek-mpek batagor?
Aldi.
@Wulan
Habil chuckled on the spot, then put down his original phone. He got off the bed, then walked out of his room.
"Morning, Mother!"
Habil walked straight into the kitchen, where Ani was now slicing a carrot.
"By the morning, too."
Still continuing to slice, ignoring Habil who was now standing beside him.
"Bun," call him.
"Mother!" Again, Habil called Ani, while playing a whole carrot that Ani had not had time to slice.
"Why?"
Ani asked without looking, while Habil was still cool with his carrots.
"What are carrots doing, Bun? Mother not fasting?"
"Fasting," Ani replied briefly. He continued his activities, trying to ignore his handsome son who lately always bothers him with the same sentence.
"According to Mother ...,"
"When will Yulia come home, huh?"
"Still nag Habil, huh?"
"Terus ... about to contact Habil will not yes, Bun?"
Inexhaustible Habil said, until now Ani turned her head.
"What would you do if Yulia came suddenly?"