DEW PURITY

The Khafifah Fauziah Dew

Dawn greets the morning of a clear day. Warm up the day, melt the cold dew. The chirping of birds greeted the dawn with a loud voice. Perfecting the beautiful harmony of nature. The wind blew against the tall coconut tree. It feels cold touching the skin. The beautiful symphony of nature is full of wonders.

As soon as the morning dew, there was a beautiful white-faced woman. Natural beauty that the village girl has. A girl who lives away from the bustle of a bustling city. Living with beautiful nature. Dewun Khafifah Fauziah, daughter of one of the religious leaders in the village. The daughter of the pride of the village, the proud flower of the village with the faith firmly held by her.

"Grow!" Shouted Nur, Dewun turned towards Nur.

The hand was full of mud. A machete tightly grasped it. The dew stands waiting for Nur to approach him. Right in the field that belongs to the brother, my seedling seedlings harvest cassava. The land of the mountains is hard and barren. Can only be planted cassava or other tuber plants. There are some lands that can be planted with other palawija. But for the most part, planted vegetables that can grow at high altitudes.

Since the Dewun rice has been in the fields owned by Abah. He always helps me during the harvest season. Although Abah always forbid Dewun, but the stubbornness of Dewun which eventually made Abah lose. Dew may be a woman, but living in the countryside has made her strong like a man. Even so, the beauty of the Dew and its softness. He could hypnotize the eyes of Adam.

"What's wrong?"

"Why are you even here? Today there will be a seminar, we must leave immediately. The village hall is very far away!" Cerocos Nur with breath.

"Must me?" Sahut Dew indifferent, while wiping the sweat that fell on his temple.

Both of Nur's eyes were opened. He did not believe it, Dewun forgot his responsibility as a village cadre. More precisely the candidate of the village head, as well as the leader of the village cadets. The dew is always fd

Dew is increasingly indifferent to Nur's angry chatter. Dew runs towards the hut that is on the edge of the field. Some workers were busy harvesting cassava. The fields owned by the parents of Dewun is not extensive, but enough to help the economy of the family and surrounding residents. The Dewun family never sold the entire crop. Some crops will be distributed to some residents who do not have land. Abah Dewun never forbade or angry. If cassava or the crops it gives are sold, as long as it gets the benefit. Like the workers today, they will get rations from the harvest.

"If not you, then who? There's no way I'm coming alone. A woman as beautiful as me, leaving alone. If someone kidnaps me, what?" Cerocos Nur with his excessive style of speech. The dew could only shake his head weakly.

"I am still busy, soon the besiegers will come. If I leave, who will watch over them? You also know that they often fool other farmers!"

"So you're not leaving!" Said Nur coldly, Dew was still pensive. It was as if he was thinking of the best path of two different problems.

Dew saw the clock in his hand. Time is still very early. If not mistaken, the event will start 2 hours from now. But the journey to the hall, it's not easy. It took quite a long time, because the road winding and down sharply. The dust seems to be at a dead end. He must remain in the field. But on the other hand, he had to come at the seminar.

"You better go first. After the besiegers came. I'm coming straight!" The final Dew said, Nur shook his head slowly.

"You're not coming!"

"I'll come, even if it's too late!" Dew said firmly, a promise that was spoken just like that from the lips of Dewun. Nur was silent, not long after Nur nodded his head. Tanda Nur agrees with the words Dewun.

"Review that you're not coming!"

"I'll come!" Sahut Dewang loudly, Nur nodded slowly. He believed, if Dew would come to see him.

A warm, but distant, private cloud in its calm. Stored with unseen decisiveness and courage. The Dew always keeps his promise. Never once did he break his own promise. Even after he graduated high school. Dew never thought about going to college in the city. Dewun wants to build his village, especially in terms of education. So that there is no more stupidity in his village.

"Grow, go home now. Abah will wait for the besiegers. Today's seminar is much more important. Don't let anyone else be disappointed!" Said Abah Iman, the birth father of Dewun.

"But!"

"The seedlings must follow Nur. Remember Dew promises are debt and must be Dew pay!"

"If you feel heavy going, why did you promise Nur? Now you better go home. No need to come here, Abah's message is just one. Bicycle carefully!" Abah Iman final. Dew nodded, unable to refuse his brother's request.

Dew runs slowly in the expanse of the cassava fields belonging to his Abah. Failing to be a child. But his responsibility to the village. Can't just be forgotten. Dew should be the vanguard of the progress of the village. Therefore he must come, so that Dewun get knowledge that can be channeled to the villagers.

"Grow!"

"You, why haven't you left yet?" Dew, Ilham shook his head weakly.

Inspiration handsome young man, idol of women in the village. But the eyes of the heart of Inspiration are blind to the admiration of the girls in his village. Dew became the woman he saw. The son of the village chief, as well as friends of Dewun and Nur. Friendship that begins to be interpreted differently by Inspiration. But not for Dewun who only considers Inspiration a friend, nothing more.

"I'm waiting for you!"

"Where's Nur?"

"That!" Said Ilham while pointing towards his car.

"I'll go alone, you go first. If we're late, it's very rude. We're even late guests!" Said the Dew firmly, Ilham fell silent.

"But!"

"You are the son of the village chief, your duty has come. I'll catch up, but after the dhuha prayer!" Dew said loudly, then entered his house. Dew does not care about the existence of Inspiration.

"I wish I could go with you!" Inner Inspiration is sad, while staring at the back of the lost Dew in his house.

Braakkk

"Why angry? Dew asks you to go with me!" Tempted Nur, Ilham turned his head with a sharp look. Nur smiled, as if the gaze of Inspiration did not frighten him.

"Growun only considers you a friend, unless you dare to ask Abah!"

"Shut up!" Flinched with Inspiration, Nur shook his head in disbelief.

"Ilham, until when did you keep it? Do not let you cry, see Dew with other men. Remember, no one knows when it's coming!"

"Remember insensitive!"

"Not the Dew is insensitive, the Dew's heart is too holy. He did not want to dirty his heart with pseudo-love. All the time the three of us were together. You should have realized, who is the real Dew? He won't care about being happy. One word Abah Iman, will make him speechless!" Nur said firmly, Ilham lowered his head with his head leaning on the steering wheel of his car.

"Should I be honest!"

"Come, but learn to open your heart. Don't dissolve in the love of the endless Dew!" Nur said firmly, ssmbari patted Ulham's shoulder.