Memory in Parepare
Its too late to tell this
story.This story happened last year.It was about my holyday.
And I want to begin my
story on Parepare. After we had an exam.When my friends were busy to prepare
PORSENI ,I got my sister’s complaint who was study In STAIN Parepare.She
complainted about her Notebook’s charger was not fine.It doesn’t work
well.Thats why she cried,cried and cried because she couldn’t do her task from
her lecturer.My mother asked her to buy a new charger,but she didn’t have
money.Oh My God.I thought that.She wanted my laptop.Well ,my mother then said
to my sister Iqra Wahyuliani
“ Nak why don’t you went home ( Soppeng )
tomorrow to take your sister Laptop ( its meant my laptop L)?my mother said,
“ No Mom.its imposibble
.cause I want to go to campus tomorrow “Replied Iqra
“ So ,Better I send the
laptop by Appa ( Appa is a
Driver,Soppeng-Parepare ) “ said my mother
“Can’t you guarantee that
it will be save if we send the laptop by car ? I feel worry. “ My father said
“ Yup I feel like so,Oh
Kiki,,,where are you ? your exam had finished,right ? Asked my mother
“ Yes Mom.Don’t say you
want me bring the laptop by my self ? I answered
“ Hehehey it’s a good
Idea,right ? My mother said,
Finnaly, The next day.On Friday morning.Appa the driver came,actually it was my first experience to
go to other region by car alone.hehehehe.Parepare I am coming ( If I said
Parepare I remember someone who live there ).When I was on the way.Iqra and
Aidil always sent me a message and asked
“ where are you now? “ Hmmmm,I thought that both Iqra and Aidil were
very worry about me.Hallo I am not a kid anymore.
When I arrived in my sister boarding house.She welcome me
with a big smile in her lips.Wow.It will be my first experience to live in a
boarding house.After we had had lanch.My sister wanted to go to her campus,she
also didn’t want to leave me alone in her boarding house.that’s way she invited
me to go to her campus too.There,I met her friends, who were very friendly to
me.
At night,after shalat
magrib,my sister,Aidil and I wanted to go to
Senggol Market.We got there by public car called “pete-pete” In senggol
Market was not only place to buy something I need.But there were something
special.Yes,I meant very special Jbeacausey here,I will meet someone special too,his name is Muhammad Ihza.Actually we have known each other very well but we
never meet directly.How can ??? cause we only know each other on social media.So,it
was the first time I met him.and senggol market will be a witness of our
meeting.
When I saw you from
distance at fisrt. I couldn’t find a
single word to say.I asked to my mind ? Are you my brother Ihza? I never
suspected I could see you,I could find you real.And I knew you were more
speechless than me.Heheheheheheh.I remember the way you smile,the way you
speak,the way you stare at me, Oh its was so cute you look nervous. It was
unforgettable.I remember you said that its was your fisrt time to meet someone
directly that you know from social media.And you know?? Me too. I remember you
said that you never suspected that you could meet me.And you said
it again and again.
I am sorry,Maybe you felt tired to accompany me and my
sister Iqrha around Senggol Market.Hehehehhehe.And why the time was going too
fast that time ? My sister Iqrha wanted to go home,cause She still had a
busenees in her campus.Its meant we should saying good bye.Well, even if our
meeting only few moment but its left a deep impression in my heart.Actually it
was so funny,Why the place where we meet should in the market? Is there any other
place? I mean there are many better place,more romantic or what?? Heheheheh
ok,it doesn’t matter.Thats made our meeting was unique and
unforgettable.Hehehehehe.Ok. Good bye Ihza,We had promised that we well met
again.Insya Allah.Don’t worry my brother.Oh I think you are more than a brother
.See ya
They are in my story
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Iqrha Wahyuliani |
Muhammad Ihza |