As Strong as the Mentari, as Soft as the Moon

Episode 57's. Talaqs

Five o'clock past fifty-five minutes. I drove my red car down the still wet road after a night in the rain. Even the water points are still spoiled on the leaves that sway in the wind. Occasionally his circle was blown by a gust of wind that still feels cold the rest of the night. Meanwhile, the sun is not yet willing to show its form. It still seems shy. Only a tinge of red was slightly visible at the skyline.

Standing me in front of the building which is still partly black because the fire had greeted him and melalap almost half of the contents. Today is the twentieth day of the last cleanup of the remains of the fire. And today also the improvements made in their entirety are almost over. Not just the inside view, but the outside view I changed everything. Huh...Miris did see the condition of the store and cafe at this time. My tears well when I remember the events of that time. "How many people do all this. Does he not know if these shops and cafes are the life of the people, street children" I almost cried. "Mrs.." said Roy who had stood in line with me. His eyes stared at the building before him. Maybe he felt what my staff and I felt. "Has master Keanu contacted you, Madam...?" suddenly tanyanya. I saw it with my tail. "Yet...Why?" curious says. "No Madam. Just asking" he said with a faint smile. You freak. Asks arbitrarily, responds as well as casually.

"Em, how long hasn't it been to cut your hair?" flat say. "Why Mrs...?" tanyanya. "It's okay. Just asking" I said flatly. "Ho...ho, the Madam replied to me?" he said while chuckling. This is the umpteenth time I've seen him chuckle so loosely. If I observe his face is not much different from Mirza's brother or David's bang. Both have good looks. With a straight body of white skin, look sharp, cool, and. Plus the sideburns that adorn his face then the auto increases his masculinity. I'm sure he must have been judged by many women.

"Sister Olivia...!" exclaimed Dara, Danu, Rio and several other employees who sumringah found the store and cafe building at this time. "Waaaah.so it's getting cool, brother" said Rio. "Everything is a silver lining." I smiled. "What about our cardboard school?" ask me while staring at my employees who are like sisters to me. Cardboard schools are special schools for street children. The teacher was a volunteer consisting of all my employees and a few other concerned teenagers. In it are taught various sciences in general. Also the lesson that giving is better than receiving. It teaches confidence in oneself and God is also a form of mutual affection. This is not this slogan an education in which also contains the spirit to try and work. Counted already thirty street children and school dropouts who follow this cardboard school activity. "Currently, Sis.." replied Danu sumringah. "Maybe in a moment, we will look for programs that are more targeted and useful for them later" I said casually. But not with Roy. He looked at me not blinking. And it was caught by my employees whispering to each other.

"What can I help you with at cardboard school?" roy said with a smile. I see the seriousness of his eyes. "Come, Brother...Just come. The activity is three times a week" invited Dara enthusiastically. Roy smiled and got the invitation. His eyes looked at me once more. I smiled while nodding small.

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Cellphone fluoresces. "Son, may I come see you" my father's message adorned my screen. "By dad. Of course I can. When and what time?" my reply. "Right now, Vira's father and mother are on their way to your store. Ten minutes to go" father's message again. I smile. "Begging permission, but it's almost a place" I murmured softly as I put my phone in my pocket.

Eight o'clock, five minutes. I'm giving out salary, my employee rights. Although not operating, but it has become my responsibility for some of their livelihood. They accepted it. "When do we start again, brother?" ask Laila enthusiastically. "At the very end of next month. But one week before, as usual, we will have certain preparations" said I guaranteed all. "Well, it's starting again" said the smiling father looking at me. I kissed the back of his hand with reverence after that squandered in the arms of father and mother Vira. After telling a story for a while, we also sat on a mat under the shade of the trees with others.

"Mr Da.." said Vira's father and mother were surprised almost simultaneously when he saw Roy with me. Indeed, all this time I have never once mentioned about the existence of Roy either in a letter or phone to father. "Roy.." said Roy quickly cut off the words of Vira's father and mother. Worried that his alias' name is back. And once in a while his eyes looked at the mother Vira who was actually his ex-wife. Meanwhile, my father looked at me for an explanation. I just smiled and shrugged my shoulders. But then, Roy also explained the details of his existence. "I work to keep Lady Fara to someone. The world may have been turned upside down. But this is the truth. All my efforts are ruined without a trace. But I'm not sorry, because after that I got peace. A taste that I haven't had all this time" said Roy who occasionally looked at me deeply. Father also listened carefully to every speech Roy, the man who had been his superior. Actually, the same is true with the father who is also a child of a famous conglomerate and has also felt a slump until he had to move out of town and leave everything.

Eight o'clock is twenty minutes. I happy. In addition to the arrival of the father and mother Vira also because the shop and cafe are almost completed repaired. Less than three days. At least according to a repair foreman. If so, then for the next stay rearrangement of store and cafe items. Cheering Dara along with other employees heard the news. They also began to chat about plans when arranging shops and cafes later. I smiled and became so happy to see the spirit of Dara and the others.

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Eight o'clock is fifty-five minutes. I'm back at home. Looking at the corner of the yard planted with vegetables by Fat's grandmother. While my heart started to rustle. There is a sense of uncertainty floundering at the end of my heart.Pim thus I still try not to show yes to father and mother Vira also accompany me at this time. They both sat on the sofa in front of me. The eyes of both of them did not look at me who had been silent since then. Only my eyes were staring far away somewhere. Because my mind is wandering. Stop for a moment on an event for a while and go back to wandering aimlessly. I regained my senses when I saw a silver sports car that I believed belonged to Mr. Mirza parked in the yard. And sure enough, the figure of Mirza's sister is seen behind the wheel. For a moment he stared at the rearview mirror of his car, then after that he stepped footed up to the porch of the house. My heart beats when I see him step. Especially with perched sunglasses, auto increase the good looks.

As if nothing had happened, Mirza smiled showing off her good looks while standing in the doorway as if waiting for my welcome. Seeing that dad asked me to go up to him. And I approved it too. I stepped foot toward him. Kiss the back of his hand and let him in. He also smiled to see Dad. Just like what I did to him, he grabbed my father's hand and kissed his back. "How are you, Dad? Long time no see? so sapanya. He also told Mami Vira.

Three o'clock, five minutes. I saw Mirza's serious face after a short conversation, stale. He said that what he was going to do was not entirely his wish. It was me and circumstances that forced him to. His face was getting serious, though I knew there was concern I saw at the end of his gaze. For a moment he stopped talking, took a breath and sipped the warm tea I was serving earlier. Then his eyes looked at me. And his lips began to blush. It started with a compliment that I was strong, independent and brave. I am the ideal woman for every man. And he loves me so much. Sister Mirza believes I will continue to be so no matter what. And he said that whenever he would always love me and suppose that if the reincarnation existed, he would always choose to love me and be there only for me in the next lives. And so on until the end of time. Hearing that I was stunned. I'm silent. Unable to say anything. My heart that was originally sad began to mess up and rummage doubtfully.

"I've thought about it really. After seeing you get hurt and hurt, I'm more and more convinced that I can't let you keep doing that. Because I love you. This unusual love also hurt me. Whether after this, whether I would be able to live my normal life again or not, I could not predict it" he said feeling full. At first glance I caught the grief at the end of his gaze. I bowed while waiting for the end of his words. While my hand is still playing the end of the veil. This was my habit from a long time ago. And through the tail of my eyes, I saw him again who kept saying blah-blah-blah, so long. "Son Mirza, what exactly does Mirza want to say" cut off the father's compass in the middle of Mirza's already long words. And that made Mirza look at me and sigh heavily. Asked so, it makes Mirza's brother speechless. Wordless.

"Olivia Faradilla bint Permana, at your request and based on my reflection, I hereby am Mirza Adhiatma of your divorces. After my words you are no longer my wife" Mirza said in a trembling voice. I'm sure this isn't easy for him either. Because either I or Mirza's sister, we both know how our feelings and love really are. I'm getting quiet. My feeling was empty hearing Mirza's words. Even though I was prepared for this divorce, I still felt disappointment. Disappointed when he chose Amara over me. And some of my soul revolted over Mirza's big decision because in some of my soul, I didn't want this divorce. No less surprised again is the father and mother of Vira when hearing the words of Mirza's sister. Standing up my father stared hard at Brother Mirza. There is anger there that is unstoppable anymore. Next to her hand pulled the collar of Mirza's sis shirt. While the other hand clenched a great head and almost landed on the handsome face of sister Mirza if only I did not prevent it. "What does all this mean, Mirza...!" said father full of anger. That fist was held back by me with all my strength. "Let me explain, Dad...!" I said half a scream that immediately hugged my father. I hugged her long enough. I was trying to calm that almost unstoppable father's anger. I know that father's anger is an expression of his disappointment in Mirza's treatment of me. And this is a form of affection towards me. Dad sat back on the couch without even looking at Mirza.

"After this, Fara may file this divorce with the court. Whatever Fara's reason for coming to court, I don't mind it. I will accept everything with sincerity. And one more ask for my treasure, because it is your right, dear.." said sister Mirza while rubbing the tip of my head that was still bowed in staring at the end of my feet. My crying can no longer be contained. Tears fell on my lap one by one. Mirza rubbed my head slowly with feeling. "You're sorry?" he said half a whisper as soon as he squatted in front of me. I lifted my head and looked at his face. No words said, only my tears were flowing. And I think that's enough to represent how I feel right now.

Three o'clock past fifty-five minutes. Brother Mirza passed by. His steps were so shaky when he left the house. I looked at his back that was getting longer and further away and finally disappeared. I'm speechless. I began to feel empty, spilled my soul as if I no longer had it when the departure of Brother Mirza. Then my father hugged me tightly. There is a clear circle that flows since the departure of Mirza's sister. This is the umpteenth time I've seen my father shed tears because of me. "Pad's son has been a great son. And I am sure that my son will always be strong and brave to face all the challenges of life" said the father as he gently kissed the tip of my head.