A Pile of Misses in Words.
Mas Yoki's Letter:part 5
If you do not see the mother and grandmother who are in severe shock. Maybe I'll cry.
But I quickly took care of the administration of the corpse fee, so that the body of the father can be quickly brought home.
Luckily, many of my brothers came and helped.
So that all the processes can run quickly without obstacles.
After seven days of the death of the father. I'm musing.
Where complete trials have been in early 2010.
Starting from being left behind by someone and left behind a figure that I have always considered as a teacher or leader in the family that is my late father.
I can't deny my feeling down heavy.
It crossed my mind at that moment, to stop working and keep mom at home.
But my grandmother advised me to go back to work for my future.
"Let your mother in the village with her grandmother and her siblings, your late father," said my grandmother at the time.
Finally, I also went to Solo to work again.
It's not easy to get my situation back to the way it was.
Working little by little.
I keep trying to get up.
Sometimes I miss my late father.
Because I can't make him happy yet, while the late father is still alive in this world.
Now there is only a mother figure that I have in this world.
Then as much as possible.
I will never disappoint him.
Alhamdulillahot.
Now the mother has a new activity, which is selling groceries in the market.
Notable income and also to eliminate the sense of saturation.
Back to my job.
Four months of work in Solo, made the trust in the riku back again.
Though still careful in matters of the heart.
Not because of trauma, but just a little selective so as not to fall and hurt again. Even though I have often felt the ups and downs in the affairs of romance.
But I'm sure someday.
Allah Subhan knew Wa Ta'ala would meet me with someone who was best for me, my family and my religion.
I finally got a mutation to Jogja.
But now with a new challenge, which is that I have to be the head of a branch whose job is rather complex.
Here I have to work harder.
Although sometimes get a reprimand from the superior. If at the end of the month income and sales do not reach the target set.
An annoyance & feeling that our work is not appreciated, had appeared in my heart.
But I try to stay patient and sincere.
Because it's what's important to me.
I was all my strength and thought about working my best.
In the future I want to do my own business.
Therefore, from now on if there is free time.
I also learned about the way or entrepreneurial tips from people around where I work.
Yeah, hopefully.
One day, my ideals will be granted by the Almighty God.
Aamin ya robbal.
I know my life story hasn't stopped here.
Because there are still many challenges in the future, which must be even more severe.
So at the beginning of 2011, in addition to wanting to be a better person.
I ask Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.
So that I am soon met with a woman who can bring change to my soul.
As well as being my lifelong friend, be it in joy or sorrow.
Aamiin yes rabbal'alamiin.
Wassalamu'alaikum Warohmatullahi.
Yea:
Yoki Manunggal Soewarno's.
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I finally finished reading the letter from Mas Yoki.
Then I put the letter back in the envelope.
For a moment my eyes saw the address on the envelope that said:
Yoki Manunggal Soewarno's.
"MARMOR JAYA"
Solo KM Highway. 11.7 (North Adi Sucipto Airport).
Sorogenen-Sleman
Djakarta.
Phone: +6285712345679.
I was silent in my mind.
After reading the letter from Mas Yoki, which I read twice.
I did it to make my heart sure.
Whether I will continue this relationship with him or not.
Considerations that I keep trying to make.
So that I do not take the wrong step in making a decision.
Especially having a relationship with someone I never knew, even met before.
While looking at the photo of Mas Yoki.
I continue to pray to Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala to continue to guide me.
With the letter he sent me. At least Mas Yoki has really shown the beginning of his seriousness with me.
Where in modern times like this, there is rarely a man who still wants to write a letter with his own hands and is very long like that.
As I was deep in my mind, unbeknownst to me, my mother kept an eye on me.
It may have been a long time and I didn't realize it.
Slowly my mother sat in front of me and asked myself.
About the letter.
Well, because it was my mother who received the letter.
I hesitated to explain and tell my mother everything. Because everything is still too early and unclear.
Moreover, I know very well, what kind of figure my mother wants and expects, to be my life companion.
After being pushed by my mother.
I finally told him everything.
From the beginning of our meeting to our closeness.
I saw my mother's face.
Where he showed a facial expression of dislike and disapproval of virtual relationships, which I am living right now.
Especially when my mother saw the photo of Mas Yoki.
Where his physique is not in accordance with my mother's expectations.
Spontaneously my mother also expressed her feelings and grief.
Where he doesn't like.
If I was in a relationship with someone I didn't know and never met.
"The present age of the wicked is much nduk. You have to be careful. I prefer if you have a relationship with a person who is clear of his existence, not in this way because of a wrong connection. You can't know what his true character and battle is.
I'm afraid that this man is deceiving you and has bad intentions, " said my mother.
I listened to what my mother said, without denying it in the least.
Because I understand the anxiety he feels for me, because he wants the best for my life.
But, somehow my heart felt confident and steady to continue the relationship with Mas Yoki.
Even through long distance relationships.
Which only capitalizes on belief and trust and guidance from Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala only.
Well, and secretly.
I continued my relationship with Mas Yoki.
Of course by continuing to ask Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala to guide every step and decision I take. Because my relationship with Mas Yoki is established by His will.
Even though my mother kept trying to shake my mind.
It would be the physical and likeness of the ordinary Mas Yoki.
But I don't bother about that.
For to me, physical and material will never guarantee the capacity of attitude to the nobleness of one's attitude.
Love is a gift that is born in the heart, regardless of the shape, appearance, position, property of a person.
For to me one's faith and sincerity towards his idiqomahan. In serving all the commands and prohibitions of Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala, it became the main point for me to love him.
Because I want to love him based on my love for Allah Subhanahu Wa Ta'ala.
So is my desire for love for me.
