Destiny Love Rianti
5. Beautiful Memories of the Past
Assisted by Mbak Brenda and Mbok Darmi. Slowly I walked towards the luxurious house in light green combined with pastel and red. In the yard of the house some cypress trees lined up neatly that makes the area around the house cool, underneath there are two pairs of white garden chair swings facing each other.
The flowers are well-groomed, blooming beautifully around the yard. Plus decorative lights that provide a romantic feel for the owner.
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There was the sound of the door being opened from inside. A middle-aged woman in her fifties was more out from inside the mansion. His name is mbok Darmi.
Mbok Darmi is Brenda's domestic assistant. Mbok Darmi is a talkative person, because of his talk we are often made to laugh by him.
Darmi's husband and son died in an accident seven years ago and died at the scene.
Because left behind husband, mbok Darmi decided to migrate to the capital to connect with life by working as a household assistant.
"Yes Alloh Gusti, neng is fine, right, the content is fine too right?" Celoteh mbak Darmi while stepping foot towards me.
"Know not why-why mbok, just a little pain in the stomach," I reply to mbok Darmi who is now beside me, replacing Fatih to memapahku into the house.
"Bok, have you cooked yet?" Ask Mbak Brenda to mbok Darmi.
"Already dong neng, already mbok ready in the dining table," said Mbak Darmi while leading me to the dining area.
Aided by Brenda I sat in the dining room with classic shades, with walls painted in huzelnut color, and a little pink wall sticker decoration patterned jasmine flowers.
"Eating a lot of yah neng, let the baby's dede in the stomach is healthy," said Darmi.
"Daddy mbok, pray they're healthy well!"
"They're neng, twins that's what they mean?" Mbok Darmi is confused.
"Yes, ma'am" replied Brenda by raising her voice and hitting the table in front of her accompanied by a joking smile.
"Ehhh Iyah neng, uh Iyah." Mbok Darmi is out.
Everyone who was there laughed cheerfully at Mbok Darmi's behavior. For a moment I forgot all the hustle and bustle that happened to my household. I looked at everyone beside me, looking so happy for their lives.
[Aren't they and I both at a disadvantage? Mbok Darmi, living alone without children and husband, Mbak Brenda was abandoned by people who are deeply loved in favor of women who do not know their origins, while children should be exposed to the spark of sadness from the problems started by mas Galih, but they still smile widely without feeling any burden in the heart. Fyyuuh, I was so immersed in the sea of love of the world that I forgot to give thanks for the destiny of life that God has laid out for me] my lash in a frail (weak) heart.
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As the night wore on, the houses around the complex began to extinguish the light that illuminated their homes. Children have gone to sleep, choosing to wander in a beautiful dream world rather than having to taste the bitterness of real life. Brenda is busy with her laptop.
"Not sleeping, ma'am?" My heart goes out to that beautiful woman.
"Not yet deck, there is little work to be done," the tall woman scouted as she stared at my own face.
"You haven't slept deck yet?"
"This is ready to go to sleep. I went to bed first mbak," I said and walked away leaving him who was answered by a nod of the head by Mbak Brenda.
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The shadow of the past continues to spin in my memory. Memories after fond memories that once mas Galih painted in my household life look faded and shaped charming again erased the wave of wounds that mas Galih created.
I lay my body on the bed next to the children who were so asleep. Staring dimly at the window of the room with a translucent blue electric. I closed my eyes trying to remember the memories of when with Mas Galih first...
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August 20th, 2004
Shame I look in the mirror, look beautiful woman who is standing facing a mirror the size of an adult. That's me Rianti Nandita.
Geck... Gts ... Tok
"Come in" I shouted at the person behind my door.
"Rianti, you know, mas Galihmu is in front of the house with your future in-laws. Aduuhh mas Galihmu ituloh, tampaaan once," said my cousin named Tania.
"Huusst, don't talk about my handsome Galih, I'm enough to say that" I replied to Tania with a happy and slightly timid look.
"Ciee, ciee, ciee there's another flower." This time Tania was poking me while sticking out her index finger looking for my face that I was deliberately hiding.
Who is not happy in a man handsome, dashing, and charismatic like mas Galih. Especially the Galih mas men who have many female fans.
Mas Galih is a student at one of the largest private universities in the capital. He is a smart and intelligent man. Many lecturers praised the cleverness of Galih mas.
No doubt many beautiful women from the upper class who want to be his girlfriend, until someone offers to be his wife. But mas Galih refused because he was dating me.
While I was a teenage girl who was still in third grade High School. With a mediocre performance who has a hobby of imagining in imagination and writing diary books.
Exactly four months after my graduation I was proposed by a Galih mas who I had been dating for a year.
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"I received the marriage and marriage of Rianti Nandita Binti Subroto with a dowry a set of prayer tools and gold weighing five grams paid in cash." Garih was greeted with the word SAH by witnesses and penghulu.
"Alhamdulillah." Followed by the thanksgiving of all those who witnessed the sacred pledge that was said steady by mas Galih.
Instantly the atmosphere that had been silent turned boisterous happy from the invited guests and the family of the two brides. I sat next to my mother crying a happy sign. Kulirik my father cried while hugging the man who is now his son-in-law.
Father held the hand of Galih, leading him to where I was.
"Turn, now I give up entirely my responsibility to you my only daughter's life for you to take good care of, for you to guide to the path that God is on, to be a cool of your heart when your mind is not calm. Make her the queen of your house. Please don't hurt him, because even if I never hurt him, please don't beat him if he's guilty, because a little bit I never put my rough hands on him." Dad sobbed, feeling heavy releasing his hand grip on me.
"Please Galih, if later in the day you see that he is no longer attractive to you, do not throw him away in a place far from my reach, but please return him to me, please, to the hand that first embraced his tiny body when he managed to step on this world." Again the father sobbed with a cry that could not be dammed again and clasped tightly the hand of the child that he must now release into the arms of another man who was not sure happy.
"I promise you, I will make your daughter the happiest woman in the world, I will make an angel jealous of her, I will make her queen in the palace of love that we will build together. I promise you." The words mas Galih touched the heart that was dancing happily with the rhythm of love that rippled.
The first night of the wedding night we enjoyed in love with His Lord. Combining love with the chants of dhikr who whispered to each other. Rhythmic sighs of love adorn the newlyweds room. Nature also adds warmth by lowering the blessed rain that makes both people more excited.
"I love you" whispered Galih on the sidelines of our love affair.
"I love you too" I told him.
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Really the sentence after sentence that mas Galih said at that time was still written neatly in my memory. A sacred promise that makes everyone complacent to put strong trust in him.
But the promise is a promise. I remember, some people thought THAT THE LAW WAS MADE TO BE BROKEN as well as promises MADE NOT TO BE KEPT, I think only mentally traitors cling to such words.
I put my face on the soft thing I was hugging. I spend the remains of tears that still settle in the eye peluk. I'm not gonna let my destiny be this sad. Is not the promise of God "whoever is patient in the bitterness of life, then one day he will taste the sweetness of happiness."
I decided to travel in dreamland with my children. Restarting the mind system that began to irregular. To wake up tomorrow with a new and neat mind.
Seriate....
