As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon

Episode 51's. I'm not a thief...

At one in five minutes. Rain still falls on the earth. It seemed like the wind was still reluctant to repel the black clouds that seemed to be faithfully hanging so that the sky refused to shrink the rain that was gushing at this time. My car drove through the torrent of rain under the control of Keanu, my childhood toy husband. He was so insistent that he would accompany me home after seeing my tears fall back free for a while. And he let Satria, his personal assistant who brought his current silver sports car. I am grateful to have a friend like him, and regret why for more than a year I avoided him when he was so worried about me.

I smiled at him who was so focused on the streets. Only occasionally did he glance at me with his tail in his eyes while smiling. Without asking me, he just kept driving to my house as if he knew my current address. But I just kept quiet and finally I put my head back on the back of the chair. My eyes seemed to have been closed for a while, but when I thought the car was slowing down I opened my eyes again. And sure enough, the car is already parked in the yard of the house I occupy. Brother Keanu smiled and looked at me. "It's here, ma'am." he said later. I drew a bag and a paper bag that I originally wanted to give to Mirza's sister, but stopped.

At one in thirty minutes. Rain still falls on the earth. We ran to the terrace of the house. His eyes looked around the house as if he was looking at something. Then his long steps entered the house and he immediately sat on the green sofa in the middle of the room. Immediately I stepped up to pick up the towel and T-shirt I just opened in the room, I thrust it at Keanu's sister. He looked at me for a moment and then grabbed the T-shirt from my hand. And without any more ba-bi-bu he immediately opened his shirt in front of me. "Geez young master don't be here. In the bathroom or in the front room" I said a little annoyed as I passed towards the kitchen. "Ah, just change clothes. And again, I am your husband. So it doesn't matter...!" he said it half-cried. I was stunned to hear the word that slid from his lips felt so light, as if there was no burden at all.

"Please enjoy.." said I who offered a cup of warm tea complete with snacks. Keanu immediately sipped the warm tea. While his eyes stared out through the window that looked wet because of the rain point that was blown by the wind. At the end of his lips I saw a smile so thin. I sighed long enough as his eyes looked at me and broke down a smile. "Be always like this, ma'am. Always calm even though there is a storm raging. After all, the wind does not blow to shake the trees, but tests the strength of the roots" he said. "Yes, young master." I said a little jokingly. "I'm serious." he said. His face was so charismatic when he said wisely that it appeared to be a figure as his young master. Clever, indifferent but attentive, charismatic and handsome. The problem of skill can be tested.

"Seriously very.." he said Sotoy while randomizing the tip of my head. "Son Keanu.." I said annoyed. My eyes looked back at him who was enjoying a snack. This is the other side that the other young master does not have, which is full of madness and easy to make others laugh and happy. Fix I rated him as a young labil master. Wkwkwk...

Two o'clock in two minutes. Still in the main room of Merry's grandmother's house. And still sitting on the couch enjoying warm tea and snacks on a cold day today interspersed with meaningful small talk. Meanwhile, the sky seems to have begun to be friendly to the wind so that dark clouds were expelled and the sky was clean again with the sun that again showed its form. Keanu's brother also said goodbye. His steps were so long past the doorway. A few steps he stopped. His steps turned back. "Well, in the next few days I'm out of town. So the big madam could not see my good looks. But don't worry, I ask Satria to always keep an eye on the big lady" he said. And again his hand ruffled the tip of my head wrapped in a veil. I stared at his back with his long steps a moment after he spoke. I was really upset when he didn't give me a chance to reply even if it was on the tip of my tongue. "Can't you wait for me to say a minute? You young master labile.." I said later. "I heard...!" his yell. "Ups...Sorry!" I shouted while holding my laughter.

Two o'clock in thirty minutes. I sat on the lips of my bed. And leaned against my body a moment later. My mind wandered back across the soul-touching aisle. Then the one event I experienced today incarnated back. "Sister Mirza." I said as a look of the face began to dance in my memory. Again I remembered all his hopeful words and managed to catapult my soul. I smiled as this feeling poured out. But when I remember Amara, my heart is so hurt. Especially when remembering his words. "Your arrival just ruined my son's laughter. Go awayl...You Thief!" as soon as I remember what he said. There is anger in my heart that is exploding. "I'm not a thief. You're the thief, Amara...!" my yelling. And without me noticing my hand grabbed a vase that was on top of the nightstand and threw it just like that to shapeless shatters. "I'm not a thief. You're the one who stole the man I love. You are the thief, Amara, not me" I said softly. There is anger in every word that is said.

Two o'clock past forty-five minutes. I sat helpless as I was not energized anymore. My face was wet with tears. I repeatedly rubbed my face and removed the veil that had been a mess since. I'm fucked. Even so, I tried hard to reconcile the heart that has been full of anger since.

Drrt...Drrt...Drrt...

Cellphone fluoresces. And it made me realize from my long daydream. I hesitated a little to get my phone. "Sir, there are guests who insist on meeting with brother" said Dara on the other end of the phone. "Thirty minutes you get to the cafe" I said at the end of the conversation. I just put my phone on the bed near my bag. Meanwhile, a little reluctant I also get ready to go to the cafe. I cut myself in front of the mirror. Polishing powder and lipstick thin only. My eyes are looking at my face in the mirror. And once again I was stunned. My mind wandered again in the ten days after my marriage to Mirza's sister. Although only ten days but there are many events that are now sweet and beautiful memories. Which if remembered will make my smile sumringah. But once again, a glimpse of Amara's face loomed in the mirror so that my eyes re-glazed. There is a puddle floating and ready to slide. "Don't...Don't.." I said while wagging both hands on the face trying to hold back the crying.

Three o'clock in ten minutes. I took a quick step while grabbing my bag and cell phone. Then I headed for my parked red car. I also stater him and intend to leave the yard immediately, but stopped when I saw Fat's grandmother was shocked to come up to me. "Neng..wait, Neng!" he said half a scream while waving his hand. The sixty-five-year-old grandmother still looked strong even though some diseases began to undermine her health. "So morning there was a man coming and leave this to grandma to neng Fara" said Fat's grandmother while offering a medium-sized paper bag. "Thank you, Grandma." I said as I struggled on his arm.

Three o'clock past fifteen minutes. I've been driving at a moderate pace down a slightly off road, probably because of the rain a while ago. Shortly after, I stopped the car in a parking lot that was not so wide. My steps were so light when I entered the shop door. And some of my servants welcomed me with smiles and nods of reverence. I talked to them for a while too. Asked them the state of the store after almost two days I left. They were all well and walking as usual. Hearing that I was so excited and thanked my employees.

"His cupcake's been ordered?" tanyaku later. "It has. Even in the car" he said casually. "Then whatnot? Why are you still here?" ketus. "Want to see Olivia again before I get out of town. Count the preparations so that I don't miss the big lady, my childhood wife" he half whispered. "Tau, ah.. dark" I said annoyed. "No words of pearl? I'm gonna be gone in a few days?" he said what I didn't respond to. "Please give this to my mom. From her daughter" I said while presenting a paper bag. "OKAY. Thanks yeah...I said if this is from the mantra" he said while looking at me who looked annoyed. "Huh.." I snorted. He passed by laughing and went down the stairs.

Drrt...Drrt...Drrt...

My phone's back on. A message seemed to be gracing his screen.

"Life is not about getting what you want, but about appreciating what you have" Keanu said. I smiled reading each of the more meaningful word series. "Thank you, sister." I said by adding a heart emoji.

Four o'clock five minutes. I sat on a chair near the cashier's desk. My eyes stared at the entire room that filled the visitors. And the busyness continues. "Fiuh.. it seems like sister Olivia should add a dech employee. With this many visitors, honestly we have been overwhelmed brother" said Rio who just stood next to me. "So yeah, we'll talk at the meeting tomorrow morning." said with a smile.

"Good afternoon, what message would you like? I was kind and smiling at some of the customers who visited us this afternoon. That was my activity this afternoon. Meet customers directly. Ask for orders or talk to them for a while. Not infrequently we also laugh with Karen something that we think is worth laughing at. There are also those who try to make jokes and of course it also attracts attention while inviting laughter of offenders around it.

Four o'clock, forty minutes. I sat back on the couch next to the cashier's desk. This time I was massaging my two tired feet. My sweat flooded my entire body.

Drrt...Drrt...Drrt...

My phone's back on. A message again adorned my phone screen. "Pardon will bring peace of heart and soul, while blasphemy will only create malice in the heart" Keanu said. "Yes, young people are unstable." I replied later. "The young lady is unstable." her reply made me chuckle as I read it. And that certainly made some of my employees turn their eyes to me.

Five o'clock past forty-five minutes. The shops and cafes are still crowded. While the sky had begun to gradually turn dark as the sun began to return to its quarrel. And the street lights began to glow one by one adorning and giving a dim light around it. I also started the Maghrib prayer service shortly after the call. I put on my blue face and I extend the prayer mat. A moment ago I began my worship as a form of my servitude to the Khaliq. In the midst of my solitude and difficulties in living my life, the ritual of five times is the time I use to complain and ask for all forms of my life. Because I believe whatever I consider difficult, God is able to make it easy for me. That's why I pray. Prayer is a supplication, a hope, a powerful weapon, and also the door of all good. Prayer is also the cure for an empty soul, a worried mind, and a wounded heart. Well.if there is no shoulder to lean on, at least there is still a floor to prostrate on.

Shortly thereafter, I finished my prayers. I held both my hands on my face and closed my prayer. And I have my tears that have been flowing just like that. "Sister Olivia crying? My sister is sad" said Laila, an employee of mine. "Not all crying means suffering. Sometimes, tears are bliss that cannot be expressed by the mouth" I replied with a smile looking at him who looked mangosteen. Signs understand.