BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL

The Journey Home

"Heh, wait a minute" Brother Gita held back my steps Arif was about to come out. "Don't go home yet!"

"Why brother?" asked Arif, looking back at Gita's sister. His face turned pale again, probably worried about being questioned again.

"What about the old man, Rara? Guests already invited, party prep?" ask brother Gita. "What's your responsibility? When do you want to talk to Rara's parents? What about catering payments. How to contact guests who have already been invited?"

"Where, Ra?" arif asked back.

I who initially tried to be calm even though the heart was dig dug, really wanted to hit Arif's head as hard as possible. But I held back while saying Istighfar repeatedly. Patience Rara, patience. He was a test for me!

"By!" call him again, he looks impatient. Though this problem is Arif who raises, but instead told me to find a solution.

"Cook asked Rara. You dong is looking for a solution. Kan you who initially sued Rara, after being approved, even you who canceled unilaterally without an incoming explanation will. Then I'm suspicious, don't-don't ..." Brother Gita looked at Arif with suspicion.

"If it's with my parents, the business is in order, brother." said Arif. "They're no longer a problem. I'm obviously fine."

"Your parents just take it?" ask brother Gita.

"Yes brother. The name does not match, either, yes how else. Time must be forced!" arif.

"Oh my God, this boy!" kak Gita wanted to hit Arif, but her husband swiftly caught the body of Kak Gita, hugged her from behind so that Kak Gita would not scratch Arif's face. "Deliverse well. Release mother. Let the mother claw her face. Let him know the taste. Men are like this. Have no feelings. I have no heart. He thought canceling a wedding that had been prepared as much as possible as easily as an order of food at the cafe. That's all you can do. You may even have to pay for your order. But instead of thinking about it, you only think about yourself. Wicked you, Rif. So mean!" point out Gita's brother didn't switch from Arif. He is still trying to escape from the Fian mas in order to attack Arif.

"Lho, what's the problem, brother?" Arif still asked innocently.

"You're so, Rif. Long ago you were also by me. The time you only think about yourself. Then how's Rara?" ask brother Gita

"Rara's family's mouthpiece yes she's the one who's settled, brother. How me?" Arif still put on his innocent face.

"Bas with you!" gita's feet are getting inflamed. Ready to hit Arif. Even his feet have mounted horses.

"Udah Rif, mending now you go," mas Fian tried to drive Arif to immediately lift his legs because it was overwhelmed to hold the weight of Gita's legs which were larger than Fian's mas.

Maybe because of fear of Gita's brother attack, or because it does not have a brain and feelings, Arif obeyed the orders of Fian mas. He immediately rushed to escape from the house of sister Gita without saying hello or goodbye to anyone.

"Based on the child there is no brain. You think you can get away from me. Just look tomorrow, I claw you in the office!" exclaim brother Gita. "Dad too, why should the destruction of the mother of all? Let me teach her a lesson!" now Gita's anger is on her husband.

"Yes sorry, Bun. We must be patient, mediate, not make the atmosphere worse." pinta mas Fian.

"Just boy. He's the irresponsible kind of guy. What do you want, anyway? Just get pissed!" brother Gita is still nagging.

"Bun," Mas Fian gave a signal that here there is still a silent me who was staring since earlier watching the barbaric performances ala kak Gita and Arif.

"By!" sister Gita immediately headed for me, she hugged me tightly, but I did not give any reaction other than silent sculpting. "Ra, by the way dong Ra. If you want to get angry, just hurt us. Want to cry also please." said brother Gita.

"Don't hesitate, Ra," added Mas Fian.

"Well, go first. Let Rara be the same mother first," pinta kak Gita who has calmed down.

"By!" call brother Gita. "You must be really disappointed, huh?"

"Assynnya!" I'm touching Gita's sister.

"Ra, sister Gita interra ya" said sister Gita again, as she took my hand.

"Yes Ra. You were escorted by Gita." added mas Fian.

"No need. Rara's got her own motorbike." I said again.

"Yes, you got in the car with me. The motor was brought by Fian. Later he follows us from behind." proposed brother Gita.

"Well, that's okay too." welcome Fian.

"No need. I go home first huh." I waved my hand, passed out of Gita's house.

"Ra, careful. If there's anything to tell Gita's sister yes." Gita's message.

Arriving at the yard, I immediately took a motorcycle ride. Breathe for a moment while staring at the house of Brother Gita. Just yesterday it was like coming out of this house with a flowery heart. When our proposal feels equally suitable.

When out of Gita's house at that time, I and Arif threw smiles at each other. It feels so beautiful. Though no words were spoken, I could feel that the seeds of love were beginning to appear.

But now it feels completely different. Hollowly. I came out like a living corpse. Not having the slightest energy, limp like a few days of not eating and drinking. Not to mention the feeling that could not be translated with words so devastated. I don't even know what to do first.

My motor stater. Brother Gita and Mas Fian are still waiting with anxious expectation. Even sister Gita still offers to be delivered.

"Go home, brother!" I cried, throwing a smile I had made to calm their hearts. Then the motor drove out of Gita's house.

The streets were still as crowded as when I came. I decided to take the big road. Passing the city bus as well as they like.

Tin. The sound of a big bus horn made me realize that I was now on the busway. Hurry me out before passing the police station in front. I might know the ticket.

Tin tin tin tin. Again the sound of the horn made my heart beat fast. When the head of the car stopped right in front of me.

"Sir, be careful with the bike!" yell someone out the window of his car.

"Huh" I said.

"Sir, pull over quickly, busway will pass!" the man behind the wheel of the car pointed towards the back, looking like a busway was speeding towards me.

Quickly the man pulled back his car so I could pass, while the vehicle behind him immediately stirred. I am still confused just by the orders of the person.

Instead of continuing on, I decided to stop on the shoulder of the road because my heart was beating abnormally. While the vehicle that had jammed earlier continued their journey so that the traffic jam immediately decomposed.