At Dusk in a Small Town

Episode 108 is Not Hope

The red avanza car seemed to pull over slowly, in the spacious courtyard of the joglo house that stood

sturdy with full feature teak wood carving.

From the appearance of building style everyone in a small town already understands the family owner of the house is a family 'priyayi' or not just anyone.

Signifying them were descendants of blue blood.

Which everyone respected, but the family felt its dignity had been torn apart

the marriage of Anajib and Dhea.

Before long the tall body stepped out of the car. And he saw her opening the car door

for someone who got out of that car while holding a baby.

Because the Dhea delivery process is normal.

So it didn't take him long in midwife practice, it just took overnight and the next morning Dhea and the baby were allowed to go home.

Then they saw the two go hand in hand.

The owner of the tall body tote the bag while occasionally hugging his wife's shoulder.

From the porch of the owner of that sharp gaze, always watching every step of the two.

One more step they approached and said their greetings, and both Anajib and Dhea kissed the back of his hand.

Syifa and her daughter's eyes greeted with joy. Even though Dhea is not hope. After all the instincts of a mother's heart can not be lied to, she looks happy.

"Abi, the baby's been born, is it?"

Syifa innocently asked her abi who

stepping into the room together uminya by holding a baby dede.

Abi smiled and nodded his head.

And the mother asked permission to come into the room

Anajib and Dhea. Without Dhea guessing she asked to hold their baby.

Dhea sat on her bed, cloning her legs. Syifa seemed happy to approach the eyeang who held her baby. Mother looked silent she just stared at the red baby in her lap.

Actually the mother's heart trembled, when the face of Anajib's second child was like a betel in two with his proud son.

Suddenly, Deheman surprised everything.

"Ehem"

And his steps were just stuck at the door of the room.

"You're not going to the cottage?"

Ask Anajib, who is not ready.

"Anajib takes leave sir."

Anajib replied to his father.

Then he looked at Syifa the grandson.

Although their marriage was not the marriage that Syifa had hoped for was already close to him.

"Let's get Syifa ready, you should go to school."

This time he rebuked his grandson.

But Syifa was just silent not to be far from her baby.

He began to look at his wife.

"Mom convinced Syifa to go to school!"

His orders cannot be refused.

Slowly the mother put the baby to sleep.

And invited Syifa to prepare, but instead of receding this time she cried.

"I'm not mo school, I'm school on leave, I'm on leave,

abi and umi are also on leave."

Syifa said among her cries.

Anajib, who was busy with laundry, stepped up

approaching Syifa.

"Honey, if abi leave because umi still can not wash clothes Syifa, baju dede, baju abi, abi,and if umi is on leave because if the dedenya cry ask to drink milk is umi who must give dede drink milk."

Anajib needs time, and a long explanation

to persuade Syifa to go to school.

And finally Syifapun also.

Syifa left for school ushered by the princess. The house feels lonely when the ustadz

go to ngantor.

Now Anajib and Dhea live in the big house.

I don't know who started the conversation, Dhea suddenly asked for Anajib's approval.

to live with his parents.

"Umi not now, I'm afraid you'll be more angry, then make new problems!"

The answer.

"But I've been wrong to live under surveillance!"

Dhea answered with a loud voice.

He left Dhea alone in the room, in case his wife's voice began to rumble signs of her crying broke

and at the end of the jealousy of Ashofa he began to spill on him.

Dhea's jealousy towards Ashofa is not no

reasoned, his husband every day fidgeting at the cottage

and Ashofa is the hope woman of his parents. Abi may have a sense because the days abi with her.It was Dhea's words to her husband if jealousy mastered it.

Anajib's days are getting busy.

His domestic life, actually already seen complete with the birth of his second son.

But the obstacle to their happiness is the hope of the father who wants to keep the caste. For him, it is his duty

to continue his noble lineage.

Nothing was sacrificed, if only Anajib

married to Ashofa. Her wedding

ashofa is not a sin.

In religion it is permissible and legitimate, because according to him

Anajib is capable and can do justice.

It was his job to carry out his duties. But unfortunately it is not that easy, for Anajib there will be no more marriage for him enough Dhea his life companion.

Dhea was not born from a 'priyayi' family but Dhea had a sincere love as well as Anajib. Both have a strong heart bond, from childhood together who are always together even from different caste families.

Now that dusk began to say hello, Anajib seemed busy preparing the needs of Syifa his first child

ask for the face, and the equipment.

Seeing her husband who seemed troubled Dhea finally intervened too.

After the Umi gave her mukena and her ngaji equipment, Syifa immediately rushed to the mosque with her eyes.

All went to the mosque to pray Maghrib.

Now Dhea lives alone with her baby in her lap.

Dhea tried to save all the nestapa.

Dhea tried to bury the grief in her heart.

But the pain he could not hide.

Her tears one by one fell down her cheeks as she felt pain, as she realized that she was not the second hope of her husband's parents.

Now the cry was unable to hold Dhea.

In the embrace of the baby.

Suddenly the sturdy arm grabbed him.

"Cry if your crying reduces your injuries."

Anajib's voice calmed his heart.

"Abi will always take care of you and our children."

Anajib continues to strengthen Dhea's heart.

And the two stroked their sleeping baby boy in Dhea's lap.

Nothing life is perfect.

So also the fate of someone must be different, some are lucky to be born from the family of the rich and some must accept being born from a simple family.

Some are born from among the nobility and some must be willing to be born from ordinary people.

So is the story between Anajib and Dhea.

There is nothing wrong with their love, because love is indiscriminate.

The ego of parents is a barrier to happiness. Children born from the womb of a Dhea, they never know so complicated the journey of both parents.

"Enough Umi feels it all, though,

not with you, whisper Dhea in her heart."

When Syifa's voice was heard coming home from the mosque with her two eyes.

Dhea kept smiling in front of everyone.

When the neighbors, and relatives of the family of the ustadz visited to congratulate the birth of their second child.

Once Dhea, always good at hiding her heart wounds.

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In a different place was a piece of heart that felt a longing for him.

Amir sat pensively in his spacious room, looking at a picture of a woman.

"If only the presence of love is to disappoint, it is better that love does not need to be present."

Whisper of Amir's heart, who so longs for a Dhea.

Dhea was never wrong, because I wasn't someone Dhea expected.

Everything we expect sometimes never comes true, but there is no harm in us continuing to pray that God can change the destiny that God has written.

Amir kept hoping in prayer..

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