In the Name of Friendship

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Chapter 6: I Miss You

Two months went by since Aiman left for Jakarta. Even though he was away, he always kept in touch with his family and best friends in Karawang. Especially with Shinta, his girlfriend. Aiman consistently called her every day.

This was Saturday night. When other teenagers her age were busy planning what they were going to do for tonight, Shinta preferred to stay at home.

Shinta was pacing back and forth around her bedroom. She kept staring at her cell phone, waiting for a phone call from Aiman impatiently.

Aiman usually called her around this time. But he hadn’t called her yet today. And Shinta began to worry.

Shinta sat on the edge of her bed. While one of her hands kept holding her phone, her other hand took a photograph that she placed on the bedside table. It was her picture with Aiman and Nina that they took two months ago at Aiman’s graduation.

“I miss you so much, Aiman.” She clutched the photo to her heart.

“Why haven’t you call me yet today?” she asked herself worriedly.

“Shinta?” Nina’s voice brought Shinta out of her reverie.

Shinta snapped her head to the direction of Nina’s voice and found her standing at the doorway of her bedroom.

Standing up, Shinta approached Nina right away.

“What’s wrong with you, Shinta? I kept calling your name, but you never respond,” Nina complained.

“Oh Nina, I’m sorry,” Shinta apologized, “I didn’t hear you coming because—”

“Because,” Nina butted in, “you’re too busy thinking of Aiman, right?”

Shinta’s cheeks blushed in embarrassment. “What are you talking about, Nina? I’m not thinking of Aiman.”

“Don’t lie to me, Shinta! We go back a long way. So I know what’s on your mind now,” Nina said.

“Fine. You’re right. I’m thinking about Aiman now,” Shinta admitted.

“I knew it!” Nina exclaimed.

“You know, Nina. I miss Aiman so much,” Shinta told her.

Nina chuckled. “Oh Shinta, you keep in touch with Aiman every day, but you miss him already?”

“You won’t understand it, Nina. We’re falling in love. So a day without talking to Aiman feels like a year for me,” Shinta reasoned.

Nina rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Hey, instead of thinking about Aiman, why don’t we go out this evening?” Nina suggested.

“Where?” Shinta asked.

“Wherever you like,” Nina replied, “Maybe we can go shopping, watch a movie, eat in a restaurant, or just go around the city. What do you say?”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Shinta said.

“Okay, let’s go!” Nina said excitedly.

“Wait! I need to change first,” Shinta said.

“Alright. I’ll wait for you outside.” Nina walked out of Shinta’s bedroom, shutting the door after her.

Shinta quickly got changed, and then met Nina who was waiting for her in the living room.

After asking for Shinta’s mother’s permission, they both finally left Shinta’s house. They went by Nina’s motorcycle. Nina rode the motorcycle and Shinta sat behind her.

When they reached the gates of their village, Shinta found Aiman’s parents, Nuri and Fachri, and his sisters, Alya and Adinda, standing at the pavement. They seemed to be waiting for a public transportation.

“Nina, those are Aiman’s parents, right?” Shinta pointed in their direction.

“You’re right,” Nina said, “It’s them. Let’s approach them, shall we?”

“Okay.” Shinta nodded her head.

Nina rode her motorcycle to approach Aiman’s family.

“Uncle Fachri? Aunty Nuri?” Nina and Shinta greeted them in unison.

“Shinta? Nina?” Nuri and Fachri said at the same time.

Shinta and Nina got off the motorcycle.

“Teh Shinta? Teh Nina?” Alya and Dinda smiled at the girls whom they had regarded as their own older sisters.

“Where are you going, Aunty, Uncle?” Nina asked.

“We’re going to the bus terminal, Nina,” Nuri answered.

“Why do you want to go there?” Shinta inquired.

“Because we want to go to Jakarta tonight,” Fachri replied.

“Yes, Teh Shinta, Teh Nina,” Dinda added, “we are going to visit A Aiman in Jakarta.”

Shinta’s and Nina’s eyes lit up at the mention of Aiman’s name.

“Please send our love to Aiman, Aunty,” Nina said.

“Sure, Nina, I will,” Nuri promised, “Anything else?”

“Yes Aunty, one more thing,” Shinta said, “When you meet Aiman, please ask him when he is going to go back to Karawang. Tell him that I and Nina miss him so much.”

“She’s lying, Aunty. I don’t miss Aiman, only Shinta who misses him,” Nina teased.

Shinta nudged Nina. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “What are you talking about, Nina?”

Aiman’s family laughed at Shinta’s reaction.

“Don’t worry, Shinta! I’ll ask my son when he is going back to Karawang,” Nuri reassured her.

“Thank you, Aunty,” Shinta said sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, Nina, Shinta, but we must be going now. We have a bus to catch,” Fachri said apologetically.

“Okay, Aunty, Uncle, Alya, and Dinda, be careful!” Shinta and Nina spoke together.

“Sure,” they responded.

Fachri hailed a passing Angkot. When the car stopped, he, his wife and daughters got on to the Angkot one by one.

Alya and Adinda leaned their heads out of the windows and waved at Shinta and Nina. “Bye Teh Shinta, Teh Nina.”

Shinta and Nina waved back. “Bye.”

Those two best friends kept staring at the Angkot that would take Aiman’s family to the bus terminal until it was out of sight. Afterwards, they got on Nina’s motorcycle again and continued their journey to go around the city.

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