A Will From Mama

C-3

In a garden full of plants. A woman sits on a park bench admiring the beauty of God's creation.

Happy, that's how he feels. She is not like women in general, who like shopping or chasing a guy who is not necessarily his soul mate. According to him, the soul mate is not just in pursuit. But, enough he sent a prayer for him so that he was always in the protection of God.

In every prayer he hopes,

O Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful. I hope, when the time comes, that You will meet me with my ribs and unite us in a marriage bond. Not just a couple for a moment (dating).

On the other side of the park....

A man carries a brush, paint and other painting supplies. He walked while looking for a good object. The foot continues to invite the owner to walk. When his eyes saw a woman sitting on a park bench, the leg suddenly stopped.

He watched the woman sitting and watching the garden. No wonder he likes to sit there because this park is very beautiful. The air in the park is also very natural.

He again..., what he is that I made his inner object.

With a smile so sincere and beautiful, the man approached the woman. With a certain step he kept on walking closer. And it did not feel like the man had arrived in front of the woman.

"Assalamualaikum.." said the man.

"Wa'alaikumsalam." replied the woman while looking at who was in front of her.

" Can I paint you?" ask the men to the points.

" ...." silence, yes the woman is still confused.

Who her? why does he suddenly want to paint me. Inner that woman.

"If you don't want to be okay, let me find another one. Sorry to interrupt your time, then excuse me. Assalamualaikum." said the man again.

Not getting an answer. The man turned his body. The footsteps of the man were about to step away from the woman and the smile that had adorned her face just now suddenly disappeared. But not until that foot stepped.

"Eh.. Don't go yet! Why do you want to suddenly come and want to paint me?" said the woman.

"I don't think you want to, because you never give me the answer to my question. Em.. I was already walking around but never got a good object for me to paint. And I don't know when I see you, I really want you to be the object of my painting. Do you want me to paint?"

"I. (while trying to consider the offer)... All right, I want to. But, you have to produce a very good painting," the woman replied with a very sweet smile.

"OKs.... Alright,"

Without a second thought, the man immediately prepared all his painting supplies. Arrange all those fixtures in a very comfortable place to paint. After everything was neatly arranged, the man immediately started the action.

"You don't move! Maintain your position" said the man, occasionally looking at the object of his painting and his canvas.

Time keeps going. The two people were still busy with their activities. The man was still focused on finishing his painting. Meanwhile, the woman was getting bored because she had to survive in the same position since a while ago. Finally, because he was bored with his position, the woman immediately asked.

"Is it still a long time?" ask the woman.

"No, hold it for a moment" the man replied.

The painting is almost done. Stay the final stage, and thank God the painting was finished too. The man tried to observe again the painting and the object. Compare whether there is less or not.

And when that gaze observes the object, it is eager to laugh. The woman's face looked very upset. But for the man, that face was even more adorable. Because it was unbearable, the man immediately approached the woman with the results of his painting.

"It's been... Look at this, do you like it?" asked the man while standing in front of the woman by thrusting the painting he had made earlier.

"really! Subhanallah... This is so beautiful, is this really me?" said the woman who did not think that the painting would be that good.

The woman smiled, she was very fond of the painting that had been made by the man.

"Yes, the woman in the painting is you. Do you like it?" ask the man.

"......" the woman was silent. He was busy looking at the painting.

"Hi... Do you like the painting? Or is the painting not good?" ask the man because he has no response.

I asked a few times but no response. Eventually the man chose to go back to where he was. He tidied up all the equipment he was using.

After everything is neatly arranged as before. The man approached the woman again. He wanted to say goodbye to leaving, because his business was done.

"Hem.... I've been a cell.." Not until the man finished his words, but it was cut off with the woman.

"Emmm.... This painting is very good" said the woman with a smile.

"That's really..."

"Yes, this is better than my painting. Because I can't paint like you,"

"Gee.... When you're not in the mood you can make a painting this good. What else if you're in a good mood, it'll be even better, your painting,"

"Let's know. I've never tried it. I don't paint often, because I still have other activities. So, painting is just to restore my shattered mood and for entertainment only,"

"It's a pity that you have talent in this field. Try painting later when you're in a good mood,"

"Yes, maybe later if I remember I would do,"

"Yes, we've been here too long, but it doesn't feel like we've spent a lot of time. I'm going home first,"

"You want to take me,"

"I don't think it's necessary,"

"Why?"

"It's okay, I can go home by myself,"

"All right,"

"Oh yeah, it's your painting,"

"Make you,"

"No, I don't need this. Keep it, who knows this will be useful for you someday. I go, assalamualaikum......''

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Crossbreed

"Well.... What time is it?"

I saw the clock on the table by my bed. The clock showed at 02:40, I immediately got up and headed to the bathroom for ablution. Cultivate my habits, pray tahajud and complain to the creator.

When I finished, I thought about what I had just experienced. And I just realized it was just a dream. For almost a year now I've been dreaming about that woman. I never saw him in real life. But he was always in my dreams, he always kept my heart at ease.

At 03.50

why should I think of people who don't know whether they exist or not. I am busy myself with studying. When I was looking for my book. Suddenly someone fell to the floor. I took the paper and I saw what it was. I was so surprised when I saw the paper. Out of nowhere the paper came, Suddenly it was already in my room.

The paper is the same painting as the one in my dream. I looked at the painting.

"Oh my God, what is my relationship with this woman. Is he my soul mate? If it's true, let me meet him in real life. Let me live with him. And protect her, wherever she is,"

The dawn adhan also reverberated.

I took ablution and went down to perform the congregational dawn prayer. We always try to pray together. Especially at dawn and Maghrib. Because our busyness each of us only 2 prayers that we always do together. While others only if we are at home all and allow to congregate.

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I do my routine as usual. I shared a task with my sister to help my mother. Even though we come from a family that is, mom and dad never spoil us. They educated us well.

"So wash the rice,"

"Yes... What would you cook?"

"Mama wants to stir-fry kale, fry tofu and tempeh,"

"The cambel don't forget ma,"

"Sister, don't eat the spikes continue to tar new pain tau taste, you know,"

" Wouldn't be, if you eat spicy tau the limit,"

"Yes already make sambelnya brother, fried adek know the same tempe and mama make stir-fry kale,"

"Ready ma.." answered me and compact flowers.

We immediately do the orders of mama, so that it is quickly finished. I am a man, but I can cook too. Yes, although not as good as the cooking of mama anyway. When I finished, I and the flowers were ready to go to school. Mom finished our meal.

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My activities are going on as usual. And I'm also getting closer to other women besides my family, even if only in a dream. I can only hope, and pray for her.