As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon

Episodes 18. I'm Home....!

I looked at the black house. A house that looks unkempt. Seen from the many dry leaves scattered. Moreover, there are many weeds that grow in the yard that is not how wide. I opened the gate. The creak was enough to make my mind look up three months ago before the events that happened to me. I pushed the worn-out-looking wooden door with the tip of my foot. While my hand was carrying some groceries. "Assalamu'alaikum.." I said at home. I see you look stunned. Only his eyes circled every inch of the room. "Not much has changed." he murmured softly. "Grandmother and Fara kept everything. Because according to grandma in every room there are memories of father and amah" I said while hugging the spoiled arms of father. "Mother Merry, where?" said father. "Grandma's gone, huh." I said spooning. And dad was quiet. His eyes stared at the photo hanging on the wall of the room. While one hand held my hand that was still wriggling spoiled on the other arm.

At one in seven minutes. Tiredness envelops the body shortly after tidying up the contents of the house. Laying us on the floor we felt tired that had not yet disappeared when a voice shocked us. "Mys.....!" scorching Bu Jiah makes me jump and scatter to hug each other. "Where, Neng....? Mom was worried" he said as he shook my body. "The story is long." I said, wiping tears on my cheek. "How are you, Bu Jiah...?" father said with a smile. Momentarily, Bu Jiah stared at Dad. "Mas Permana...?" said Bu Jiah later. "Yes..God, um Permana. Anywhere. Poor neng Fara, mas.." he said again. " Yes, madam. Now I will always take care of Fara" he said. Then I told him where I had been for three months. Bu Jiah looks so concerned to hear that."Neng all looking for Neng Fara. Sherlly's sister was here with the police. Looking for what can be used as evidence. Doctor David, Mas Mirza. Even Mirza regularly to this house. Sometimes three days. Sometimes once a week. And today just this morning he came here" said Bu Jiah Long. "Miss...Mas Mirza loved so much, Neng Fara. All he did to know the whereabouts of neng. One day Mirza came. It's so tangled. Almost desperate. He felt guilty for not being able to take care of Neng Fara. Fortunately, Doctor David noticed it. It turns out that David's doctor is Mirza's brother, Neng" said Bu Jiah again. I'm speechless. Missing words I heard the words of Bu Jiah. "Please don't tell anyone that Fara's home. Fara needs time, ma'am" I said softly. "Yes, Neng. I understand.." said Bu Jiah.

Two o'clock in thirty minutes. The sun seemed reluctant to distribute its rays to the earth, therefore the atmosphere was a little cool. But soon black clouds hang the sign of the day will rain. I looked at the trees that seemed to be swaying in the wind from behind the window. While my mind floated on the handsome figure who was already worrying about me. The figure I almost met this morning. "Sister Mirza. Forgive Fara. Fara is not ready to meet you yet" I said softly as I looked at the raindrop attached to the glass window of my room. There is sadness in this heart. It's not just a disappointment about my life. Not for the better, but for the worse. "Yes...God, what is your plan?" I said again, wiping back the tears that wet my cheeks.

Three o'clock past twenty minutes. The rain has come down to greet the earth. The point is so heavy that the water on the streets also overflowed to the yard of the house. I clenched my knees together as the occasional bolt of lightning and savory sounding deafening. Running a man under the rain that had made him drenched. His face was covered with a helmet. While his body has been drenched by the rain. He also sat on the porch of the house. Both hands folded in front of his chest. I was sure to reduce the coldness that hit his body. Soon he took off his helmet and put it on the table. "Sister Mirza." I said choked. I closed my mouth with both hands. I saw his eyes watching the black car parked in the yard. Sometimes his eyes stared at the tightly shut door of the house.

Three o'clock past forty-five minutes. Suddenly, Mirza ran to the middle of the yard. His eyes were staring at the house. The one behind the window just hid my body. But damn, he seemed to notice the changes. A cleaner house, open window blinds and or the occasional father cough. Fix he's suspicious. Rushing he ran towards the house and knocked on it slowly. He did it repeatedly. This time he called my name. "Mah...!" said. From knocking slowly to banging on the door he did. He sat down at the door and called my name. I saw my father standing back at the door where Mirza's sister was. His eyes look pity with the condition of Mirza's brother. Then he signaled to open the door. And of course I forbid it.

Four o'clock in two minutes. Miss Mirza from the front door. The steps were so shuffled through the yard and then passed riding a black sport bike. I sat on the couch. Lunglai taste my body. My eyes began to water the water I had been holding since. There was pain when I saw him leave. There was a part of my soul that was struggling to call him back. But what is my day. I am powerless because I have been defeated by my guilt. Crying back at me in dad's arms. "Patience, dear. Be strong...There must be the best way for you and Mirza" said the father, rubbing my head.

Four o'clock, fifteen minutes. I splashed my body with cold water. And wept. Spilling all the flavors in the chest. "Fara. Em, someone wants to see you" said Dad. "Who, Dad...?"my many. "Fara look at it for yourself" said the father. I hurried to finish my bath and shed my tears. My curiosity arose-sinked like a ship in the middle of the ocean.

At seven o'clock in the night. Dining at the dinner table with Sherlly and dad with a simple menu, but quite filling. Under the bright lights we dined with jokes and laughter like some time ago. "Em, good darling. Your cooking almost resembles your amah cuisine" said the father smilingly looking at me. "Fara is a cook, Om. Jago makes cakes too." said Sherlly praising me. "Excessive.." I said as I pinched Sherlly's arm. He also complained while rubbing my small pinch marks. "Wah, great son of a father" said the father as he rubbed my head and smiled.

"Please dong.." said the father while thrusting the plate. "Dad to add?"I said. "That's a good cause." said Dad. "What's hungry?" I said while laughing. Dad laughed and pinched my nose. Chat during dinner also continues until the father went to the supermarket because there are needs to be bought. "What kind of pretty son do you want to order?" said. "Em, can't you?" I said spoiled. "May dong dear.." said the father. Cheering Sherlly heard father's words. "Five minutes." I said, scattering and scrambling into the room with Sherlly. Our laughter was inevitable.

Seven o'clock past thirty-five minutes. I wear a blue veil and black-framed glasses. It was an attempt to disguise my identity from the kidnappers who might still be in love with me. "Beautiful son, father." said the father praising me which made me blush. Shortly after, our car drove at a very fast speed. Tracing the streets that look wet after the rain this afternoon. Ten minutes of travel we arrived at the supermarket in question. I saw Sherlly was so busy with her phone that I had to poke her when I got out of the car. He was stunned and immediately followed my steps into the supermarket.

Some stuff I got. Some snacks have me and Sherlly put in the grocery basket. "A little bit, dear." said the father. "It's been a lot." said Sherlly and I almost at the same time that made Dad smile and shake his head. "Sister Mirza, Fa.." said Sherlly suddenly who made me hide my face behind my father's back. Same with Sherlly. My heart seemed to run when I saw his handsome face. Back half my soul thrashed and shouted his name. Yet again the other half of my soul was able to prevent it. There was still a deep pain in my heart as it passed by just leaving the supermarket. "Sister Mirza." I said softly as I wiped the tears that had just flowed. "Fa.." said Sherlly, holding my arm, as if she knew how I was feeling. Same with dad. He immediately hugged my shoulder as he walked out of the supermarket.

For the second time I saw Mirza's sister. And the second time also half of my soul muttered his name. And the second time there was also pain, disappointment and anger in me. Yep...God, help me.