As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon

Episodes 106. Aiman Or Mirza?

Eight o'clock past fifteen minutes. My steps go hand in hand with mbok Jum down the snaking shop hallway. Not sure what my destination is, which is clear my groceries have been much tote. What I buy the most is a variety of traditional sweets that I have not met for a long time. Smiling, Jum looked at my face. "Want to be encouraged all, Non...?" said it. I just smile while making fun. "Fun the Mbah-mbah just mbok" said my eyes that at that time had been fixed on an Mbah selling other sweets.

"How much mbah.." I asked as I stared at his old face. "Three thousand, *N*dok" replied the Mbah with his regional accent. "Begging for ten pinch, mbah." I said again while offering three pieces of money ten thousands. The Mbah looks sumringah. Deftly his old hand inserted the confectionery to my order. His hands trembled slightly to age.

"This, Ndok. Thank ye. May you always be happy, loved by your partner, long life and protected by the trust of God" he said while offering a package of sweets that I ordered. I smiled hearing it. "Aamiinu. Mbah is like that too. Happy and healthy always" I said as I passed. My steps are not so fast. Even slowly. Ah, just because of thirty thousand dollars, the Mbah prayed for me so long. The great mbah, in his old age still trying to support his livelihood. I sat down along my way to the parking lot.

Suddenly my heart rippled. So weird. My eyes caught the shadow of the man who once inhabited my heart. A man who has taught me so much, love, love, courage, and disappointment. "Sister Mirza." I said very softly.

"Den Aiman...!" yell mbok Jum suddenly. He said he managed to get rid of my wild daydream. I gasp. Jum's hand shook my arm, while his eyes were fixed somewhere. " Ah, don't joke mbok" I said while also looking at the direction shown by mbok Jum. Mbok Jum's face so hinted at confidence in what he had seen. "Which dares to joke about this, Non.." said mbok Jum. His eyeballs moved in search of the figure he had caught for a moment.

"What's wrong, madam." asked Azam shortly after he found me stopping the move for no reason. Especially when the shock was seen on my face. Why do both appear together. Aiman and sister Mirza. Is it a coincidence? I'm sure it is. "There's nothing." said Gagu as he threw his body into the car. A moment Azam stared at Mbok Jum while making a signal about my horror.

Shortly after, the car passed leaving the traditional market parking lot that still looks crowded visited. During the trip I was silent. My mind is wandering back. Various speculations sprang up and had swayed my belief. If it is true what Mbok Jum saw, why did Aiman not meet me? I asked about Aiman only increasing. Especially since the light started to re-occur in my eyes, Aiman disappeared. That was two months ago. It's still clear to my memory of the moment before my surgery. A job out of town made him leave me then. My heart grew curious when time did not bring him to see me. As a good person who has helped me a lot, Aiman is actually the person I am looking for the most right now. I want to recognize his face directly. The face that he had always hidden every time I wanted to recognize him through my sense of touch. And I want to thank you for all the help. Hopefully I can meet him soon. As soon as I keep getting.

Then my mind kept running on my adventures. Nothing can stop him. And maybe I'm mistaken for the shadowy brush I originally thought of as Mirza's sister. Ah, I don't know. I thought I went back to wandering far to the time when I was with Mirza. A time that was filled with love and happiness, but ended up disappointed and hurt.

Suddenly the car stopped. Her great-grandchildren were so loud in her ears. I was suffocating even more as this body shifted from the seat. I saw that Azam had also found the situation. "What's up...?" I patted her shoulder. Immediately Azam gasped. His hand pointed towards the crowd right at the body of the road. I followed the direction Azam was referring to.

My heart is tingled with curiosity. Me and Mbok Jum strangled when he saw the figure who was dueling with moves that were so steady. And finally we each mentioned a different name when we knew for sure who the man who was dueling was simultaneously. "Sister Mirza." I said. "Den Aiman.." said mbok Jum. For a moment I looked at Mbok Jum with full investigation. "Sir Aiman...?" I said again making sure while staring at mbok Jum. "Yes, Non. The duel was den Aiman. Mbok can not be wrong" said mbok Jum confidently. "Which one..?" ask me to convince my heart. "Those who wear long-sleeved black shirts" said mbok Jum explained.

Deg.

Time seems to stop moving. My heart became so unsettled. Aiman...? So what Aiman meant by mbok Jum was actually Mirza's sister to me. Gee whiz... I'm listless. My face is dry. My body immediately collapsed on the back of the chair. There is a joy that begins to spread the soul. I should what? I speak a thousand languages. My heart drizzled again as my memory targeted the new figure me and mbok Jum debat.

"Road, Zam" I said briefly. My eyes are still looking at the figure in black clothes who is still fighting me serving the opposing moves. My eyes really can not escape from the figure to pass through it. Even his face still plays in my memory. "Sister.Mirza.." I said back. There was a sudden rage that just burst out in the heart and was undeniable.

If it's true that Mirza's sister is Aiman, what should I do? What did Mirza mean to change into Aiman and help me for some time? Why hasn't he been honest with me all this time? Foolishly I trusted his words more than my own instincts all this time. If it is true Aiman or Mirza is the same person, then it is answered that all questions have been there so far. Sister Mirza or Aiman, I will confirm it later when this heart becomes better prepared to face even a bitter reality about the identity of both.

Ten o'clock past five minutes. Mentari apparently failed to negotiate with the wind not to bring dark clouds enveloping the sky. The sky is starting to get dark. The black clouds hanging spoiled adorned the sky and began to camouflage the sunlight. And in the end the sky started to lower the drizzle bit by bit. So is my mood at the moment. Cloudy and starting to drizzle. May it not be a storm. I hope...