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
Iqrha Wahyuliani

 
Aidil


Muhammad Ihza











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