As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon

Episode 28's. Be Patient and Be Strong...

Silver sport car kak Mirza drove at medium speed. His voice was so fierce amid the low noise of other vehicles on the road that looked wet. His voice is able to give its own color, especially when I am in the hubbub. Previously the rain that flushed the earth for a moment was able to stop for a moment the activities of many people outside. But now all activities have returned to normal as the sun returned to explore the horizon with its warm rays greeting the earth.

Four o'clock, fifty minutes. The car is parked nicely on the shop page. We looked at each other for a moment before leaving the car. Steps become certain when entering the store. "Dad.... Aunt Vira!" I said when I was in a store that looked lonely. My gaze circulated throughout the room to the corner of the shop, but nil. I have not met either Dad, Aunt Vira or any other employee. Hey.where are they. It was impossible to leave the store empty. "Fara.." call Mirza's sister while gesturing with her hands to follow her. I followed Mirza's steps. I was listening to the voice of conversation. The longer it becomes clearer. Especially interspersed with sobs that I know for sure it is Aunt Vira. "Dad....!" I said half a scream from the doorway. My surprise is justified. Because I saw dad fall on the couch. And there were some wounds on his face. "Mara....Darius's coming. He's back to see us!" said Aunt Vira hysterically in between her tears. I was stunned to hear the words of Aunt Vira. There was a great debate that penetrated the soul and managed to tear apart the confidence that I had painstakingly built. It whirled like my world, making me sit down. I can't imagine my life tomorrow when I meet again, Mr. Darius. "What does Mr. Darius want." I said in a slightly trembling voice. "You, Fara.." said Aunt Vira.

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"Fara...?" I said I can't believe it. "He said that he loves you very much. And he wants you to be his" said Aunt Vira. "But I won't let that happen. As good as he is now, I will not let him" said the father, wiping the blood still flowing from the corner of his lips. "Dad.." I said while giving a tissue. My worries were so great that my eyes could not escape staring at my father.

Five o'clock past ten minutes. I realized when I saw Mirza's sister sitting not far from me. He seems silent. But his face hinted at what he felt. So hard on his face, a little flushed but not out of embarrassment. This is because he is holding on to anger. His hands were also clenched. I don't know what he's thinking right now. "Sister.." I said as I rubbed his arm. He woke up and turned his eyes to me. "Yes, baby." said the one I replied with a smile and a face as calm as possible. Because I know very well how the character of the man I love. "Marry me." he said suddenly. "Sister.." I said half spoiled but signalled not to do so. "I'm asking you to marry me not out of pity. But because I love you. And my race is not a lie. It's a truth. And again I want to protect and give comfort to you" said Mirza as she looked at me. "Well, what do you think? Mirza this really is. Mirza is also already earning" said Mirza trying to convince. "How's college?" father's land with a smile. "It's over, Dad." said Mirza. "The obligation to yourself is not over, you already want to take on the obligations of others" said the father, patting Mirza on the shoulder.

Brother Mirza was silent. His eyes are looking at me. "So dad rejected me...?" said brother Mirza. "Absolutely not. I approve just like Fara. But it would be nice for Mirza to finish things that are not yet over and become the business of Mirza. Once completed then Nak Mirza can take the duty of the father, which is to provide protection, care and comfort to Fara" said the father with a smile. "And in the meantime all forms of protection, care and comfort Fara become the responsibility and obligation of the father. Until the time is right, I'll give it to you. Not long after your college is over" said the father again. "It's only a matter of months." said Mirza smiling. "Mirza understands what he means, father." said Mirza's sister again who immediately greeted the father with a hug.

"You're great, Mirza. I'm so proud as your parents" said the father again while sipping warm tea that just served Aunt Vira. "Yes, in two weeks' time my father and Aunt Vira are getting married. All the letters are ready and have been handed over to KUA" said the father while staring at Aunt Vira. "What...! you're preventing me from getting married anytime soon because you want to get married first? cheat nieh, father." said brother Mirza laughing. I laughed so hard at Mirza's words.

Five o'clock past fifty minutes. When all the employees had left the store and left the four of us who were still sitting dumbstruck staring outside through the glass wall that looked sparkling in the street lights that began to light one by one. "Dad could hardly believe that it was Lord Darius. Because he is different from what you know all this time" said the father suddenly opened the conversation and managed to break the silence. "I mean dad.." I stopped. "Master Darius whom I know is very arrogant and haughty. But he came with a smile. He speaks so calmly. And the look in his eyes.what is it? that must be a lot different. He said it had changed. And Fara changed it. He loved Fara so much" said the father remembering the incident last afternoon.

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"Fara.." I was surprised. As if a lump of ice had struck me, I froze. My mind floated back a year ago. When I was still in the grip of Mr. Darius. What about his arrogance, Mr. Darius treats me. If I remember all that, I'm sure it's not love. Lord Darius does not love me. It's an egoism wrapped in greed for power. "Cih, not to. Let alone living with her, just remember her is disgusted. It's not love." I said as I squeezed the end of my shirt. "Everybody can change. Perhaps master Darius has indeed changed. Well, Fara turns out someone loves you again. It seems he was serious about you too. Got a well-established job and graduated from college" Mirza chuckled while rejecting my body with the side of her body. "Don't start dech.." I said as I pinched his arm. Mirza complained, but then she laughed. "Emang sister willing me to marry another man." I said in a half-tempting tone. "What's my day, Fara. I'm just a student who has to wait for a degree in a few months. That's also if my thesis passes." said Mirza laughed. "O. Father.borrow father donk's hand" I said. "Dad's hand..?" said father. "Yes.father's hand. Fara wants to give sister Mirza a crushing blow so that she can. Speaking of it carelessly." I said manyun. Seeing that, Dad laughed. Aunt Vira and sister mirza.

Six o'clock past five minutes. Kumandang adzan terdenagr syahdu. It is as if calling upon the soul of every human being to quickly complain to the creator. For about fifteen minutes we meditated, honoring all prayer and hope. Prayer and hope are powerful words that can change the course of life, provide motivation, encouragement, and inspiration to never give up.

Prayer gives strength, makes unbelievers believe and gives courage. Never underestimate the power of prayer, for it is a special gift from God. And rest assured, the power of prayer will turn the impossible into mustajab.

Seven o'clock past ten minutes. Still ongoing in worship servitude. This time pray isya. Again we prostrate and condescend in the khususyuan that dalamun syahdu. My eyes were wet again in my hypocrisy, begging for forgiveness for all the caliphs. And even though it was over, the rest of my sedu still clearly visible on my face. It made my father hold me in his arms. "Patience and sincerity, dear. Because patience calms the soul, it sincerely reconciles the heart. Patience and sincerity teach about the meaning of understanding" said the father while unraveling his distinctive smile. "We face it together" said the father again while gently tipping the shoots of my head that are still immersed in his arms.

"Yes, dad. Since we want the beauty and happiness of life, then we have made patience as a friend, and sincere as a step amplifier. And again adversity teaches us to learn to rise in any matter and every adversity teaches us to always learn to persevere and be patient in fighting it, keep the spirit for tomorrow...!" I said while shrinking my tears and trying to smile as best I could.

Our stand in the parking area of the shop is not spacious. Our eyes looked at the shop with a smile. There was a lot of hope there after the grief and the solace that we felt. But for the suffering and the lack that has happened we have learned not to complain too much or cry because we know that nothing in this world is eternal. And again complaining will only make life more depressed, while grateful will always bring on the path of ease. Especially for today, tomorrow and the next. And again whoever is patient and persevering will bloom like a flower, will be strong like the sun, will be as beautiful and as gentle as the full moon, and as amazing as a butterfly. May all prayers be answered and become a blessing of life.

"Em, we'll eat first. How about...?" said brother Mirza. "What if at cafe B on Xyz street..?" the father we immediately welcomed. Our car drove to the place in question. Before long, only about fifteen minutes of travel we were right in front of Cafe B. Our steps were slow when entering the cafe while circulating the view looking for a comfortable and unattractive place. And an employee led us to a table in the corner of the room by the window. "Eat.." said the father with his trademark smile as he looked at Aunt Vira and I took turns. Then some menus in the message. "The khilaf looks like it. Almost all the mainstay menu in the message." said Aunt Vira while chuckling in welcome father and sister Mirza. "Ah, let it go. Thank you, Ma'am.." I said to the cafe employee.

"May not be long. It's laper really why" I said with a smile. "Basar.." said brother Mirza as he slowly scrambled the tip of my head. "Yes, is the wedding dress ready?' say again. "Today, we will look for it in the boutique" said Aunty Vira with a laugh. "You guys come along too, right?" ask Aunt Vira again while looking at me. My sister and I look at each other and smile. "Em, what if it's only in my mama's boutique?" said brother Mirza. "Yes, yeah. Good collection.." I said. "Yes... Em, fine if so. What time are we there?" said Aunt Vira. "What if it's 10 o'clock? Em, Later Mirza info mama.." said sister Mirza. "All right.." said the smiling father.

"Compose....!" said father suddenly. His face was a little worried. Hearing father's words, we immediately lowered our faces. Drowning out a view on a clear menu book is no longer necessary. But just pretending it must be normal. Even so, my curiosity rate suddenly increased. Raising my head a little, I asked my father. "Why...?" my spoken. "Darius.." whispered Dad. I'm pacifier. My tongue suddenly stifled. He was back to what he had done to me a year ago. How his evil hands have poisoned my body. Gave a black scratch to every inch of my body. And if father had not come then, perhaps my chastity and my gentleness would have been voracious too. Fortunately God gave help through Mr. Robert who was none other than my biological father. I am not afraid, but because I am not ready to look him in the face. Although according to my father he has changed, but for me he is still a monster. A very evil monster. Even all the expressions of his feelings towards me were not able to change my view towards him. Monsters are monsters. And forever will be.

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My heart rhythm was great when I saw the shadow of Mr. Darius' body in the distance. "Yes...Robb, not now. Please very much" I said softly as the sweat began to flow through my body. "Bring Fara to the car. We will follow later. Slowly yes." said the father who immediately guaranteed sister Mirza and me. We carefully stepped outside the cafe. And just a few steps away, Mirza asked me not to look back. "Stay looking at me and don't look back" he said, hugging my waist. "Whoops...Why are the bad guys all gathered inside. It's like they follow wherever we are" Mirza said as she got in the car. "What does your brother mean?" I asked while looking at the cafe without blinking. "In addition to the man you refer to as Lord Darius, it turns out that inside there was also another brother of mine. Brother Roy. Which I feel is the same. Living in a gray to dark circle of life. "I don't want her evil eyes to see you, dear." said Mirza again as she rubbed the tip of my head slowly. No words were spoken from me, only my spoiled treatment was real.

Yeah, I'm tangling spoiled on Mirza's arm. I don't know why that is. I just feel so calm being close to him. Mirza, the man who always managed to make me smile and happy. The man who also managed to give me hope with a love that would bloom like a flower, would be as strong as the sun, would be as beautiful and as gentle as a full moon, and as amazing as a butterfly. I hope....