DEW PURITY

Haykal Abimata's

"Abra!" Calling Indira, Abra turned towards Indira.

"He's a Dew, my future wife!" Abra said coldly.

"Sister's kidding!"

"Nobody needs your opinion!" Abra's law is cold.

"What else?" Sahut Abra, when the hand of Dew pulled the edge of his shirt.

"Where do I pray? I didn't bring a change of clothes!" Plain Dew said, Abra let out a long sigh.

"I'll prepare the princess!" Sahut Abra was upset. Abra pulled the hand of the forced Dew, without caring about the figure of Indira standing near them.

"Wait Abra!" Shouted Haykal, Abra stopped her steps. Abra clearly heard the screams of his father. Husband of Indira Wijaya, son of Ardi Abimata.

"What's wrong?" Abra, without looking. The dew looked down in fear, his hands were cold and his body trembled. Without Dew noticing, he had leaned on Abra's sturdy body. Dew seems to need Abra protection, somehow Dew is afraid to hear Haykal's voice?

"Where are you going to take that woman? Since when can one word from you decide that a woman deserves to be my daughter-in-law? Remember Abra, without my permission you wouldn't be able to marry any woman? Especially the low woman you're holding. She doesn't deserve to be my daughter-in-law!"

"Worthy or not, I never needed your approval in the past. Papa never asked me when he married her. Now tell me, what right does papa have to decide my life?"

"Abra, watch your talk. She's papa's wife, the mother who raised you!"

"She's papa's wife, but not my mother!" Abra said loudly, Dewun was afraid to hear the quarrel Abra and Haykal.

Dew hugged Abra's arm tightly, forgetting the boundary between her and Abra. Dews poked his face behind Abra's black suit. The fear of Dew was clearly visible, Abra felt the Dew's body tremble. Dew of fear seeing a fight that should not happen.

"Mas, there's no need to argue. Abra has the right to decide his life. He is old enough, let him decide what is best for him!" Indira said soothingly, Haykal shook his head in disapproval.

Abra and Haykal have always been at odds. One of the reasons Abra chose to live abroad. All for the sake of avoiding Haykal and Indira. Even Abra never wanted to know Ibra and Naura, brothers and sisters of different mothers. Father and son relationship continues to deteriorate. After the death of the mother who gave birth to Abra. His anger and disappointment with Haykal. Making Abra feel hate for Haykal and the small family Haykal built.

"Abra, take me home!"

"You'll stay here. You should see all this!" Abra said, Dew shook his head weakly. Abra doesn't care about the fear of the Dew. With a slight force, Abra twisted the Dew's body. The two are now directly dealing with Haykal.

"Papa, until this second I tried to calm down in the face of your tough attitude. But this one problem. I won't shut up, she's my future wife. The woman I chose became part of my life!"

"Women who will spend your wealth. A woman who obviously wants to take your entire fortune. The woman who wants to ride a life on you. Feel the luxury that never even existed in his dreams. A woman who was never taught self-esteem by her parents!" Haykal said loudly, Abra was angry to hear Haykal's insults.

Both of Abra's eyes turned red, his heart burning when he heard an out-of-place insult. Abra almost forgot, if Haykal was her real father. Abra's anger soon subsided, as Dew tightly grasped Abra's hand. Calming a boiling heart would be an unseemly insult to Abra. Abra's heart was calm, when he realized that Dew had sincerely received Haykal's insults.

"Sorry Mr. Haykal, before you question my parents' upbringing. You better be reflecting on yourself. Ask your inner heart, what have you taught your descendants? A prideful attitude of possessions that is clearly just a deposit. Low attitude without honor, by indulging in something that is not worth seeing. Or greedy and victorious nature itself, as if there will be no sick words approaching on you!"

"Who are you? Why do you know my name? Have you been looking for information about this family?"

"Unfortunately, I never wanted to get to know this family. You're right, let alone in real life. In my dreams I never expected to be part of this family!"

"Lantas, why are you here? If not begging for Abra's love!" Haykal.

"Papa's enough!" Shouted Abra.

"Mr Haykal, believe me until this second. There is no love or love in our hearts. If your son were to be my husband. All of this is a path we have to go through!" Dew said, immediately Abra turned his head. There was a sad look on his face, as if the words Dew hurt his heart. Instead the stern gaze of Dew, made him look strong.

"If it wasn't for love, would your marriage be for treasure?" Haykal said loudly, Dew shook his head slowly.

"Now I understand, why does Abra always judge relationships by social status? It all goes down from you. But believe me sir, not always treasure makes you calm and happy. Sometimes simple becomes tranquility in eternity!"

"You dare answer me!"

"They always taught me. So that I protect myself from the insults and abusive attitude of others. In order for that person to appreciate us even a little. Not intending or defying older ones. Since I was a child, I have respected you. Expect an authoritative figure like you used to be. But the sweet shadow of my childhood. Nothing more than the wish of a little girl who does not realize the powerful influence of a word called money. The warm and kind person I have ever known. Turn into heartless cold, when luxury and glory are in your life!"

"Wait, who are you? How can you judge me? Your social status, doesn't give you the right to judge me!"

"Mr Haykal Abimata's son, Abra Achmad Abimata's biological father. Husband almarhumah ustadzah Ima'tussaidah, teacher teaching in the village where I live. Brother far away from Faith, who is none other than my real father!"

"You!" Said Abra in disbelief, while pulling the hand of Dewun. Asking the Dew to face him. It was as if Abra was hoping for an explanation.

"You know Ima!"

"Isn't she the sholeha wife you left behind!"

"I Dewun Khafifah Fauziah, the little girl who used to whine always wanted to sit on your shoulders. Wish that moment could reach for the stars with you!"

"You're the girl!"

"Yes, that's me the girl who's always there following your footsteps first. But that was before, after your departure. Never in my mind, knowing or even remembering that time. Destiny is a mystery, today I meet you. It might even be part of your family!"

"Don't dream, until whenever I don't want to see Abra's sister marry you? He deserves a better woman than you!" Naura said cynically, Abra immediately turned her head. Sharp gazes locked onto Naura.

"Now you have the answer!" Dew said coldly, then turned towards Abra.

"I want to go home, rethink our marriage. I don't want you to be forced to marry a lowly woman like me!" Said the Dew cold, then turned the body. Walking past Abra, slowly towards the entrance of the magnificent house of the Abimata family.

"I never refused or hesitated to marry you. For it is not I who will be hurt, it is you who should think a thousand times. Marrying me will lead you to a life of humiliation and bitterness. What happened to mama? It might happen to you!"

"Do you think that scares me? You misjudged me Abra. Whatever happens to me later. It all depends on you, because you are my priest and protector!" Sahut Dewun relaxing.

"Obviously you have no doubt, you will live in luxury!" Naura said cynically, Abra immediately pointed at Nuara's face. Indira immediately pulled Naura's hand. Obviously he saw Abra's anger. Emotions that will not be controlled eventually.

"Great mademoiselle, the luxury you offer does not make my saliva drip. Your treasure is still too cheap, compared to your affection and those who love me!"

"Abra, think back. You still have time until later tonight. After tonight, you can't go back or give up!"

"Grow!"

"Hmmm!"

"If I agree to marry you. What will you offer me?" Abra said loudly, Dewun turned towards Abra.

"The sanctity of faith that I have held so far. I will make you the priest of my hereafter. I give you everything I have, but when you ask for it yourself!"

"Although there is no love between us!" Abra said, Dew nodded slowly.

"Why?"

"Because of my last service to you!"

"Can't you love me!" Abra said, Dew shook his head slowly. Abra silently stared at the Dew's head which clearly hurt him.

"Why?"

"We are different, you and I were born from two different worlds. There will never be a word in our relationship. But believe Abra, once you hold my hand. I won't let go of you. Until your hand takes it off. A sacred pledge that I say to you, only to you my future priest of the hereafter!" Sahut Dewang loud, Abra not warting. Abra was unable to prevent the Dew's footsteps. He saw hope mixed with the hatred of Dewun. Haykal was in disbelief, seeing Abra's warm attitude towards Dew.

"Grow!" Sapa Ibra, sontak Dewun.

"Ibra!"

"You will marry Abra's sister!" Ibra said in disbelief, Dew nodded slowly.

"Why did you forget our promise?"

"The promise that was spoken is not forgotten, but it has been broken. Two years ago, you didn't see your brother!"

"But!"

"I forgive Ibra, Abra who is the future priest of my hereafter. Abah has chosen, I have no right to argue!"

"You're done talking!" Sahut Abra was upset, then pulled Dew's hand.

"Follow me!"

"Abra release!" Shouting Dew.

Tap Tap Tap

"Come in, this is my room. I'll have someone bring me a mukena and a change of clothes. Don't come out of my room, let alone meet Ibra!" Abra said in emotion, right after they went up to the second floor. More precisely the magnificent room of Abra which is next to the workspace of Abra.

"Forcers!" Dew was upset, then closed the door rudely.

"I'll make sure you're mine. With or without love, our marriage will be consummated. I want to see how strongly you hold back their insults. People who never appreciate others!" Inner Abra.