DEW PURITY

Ayah

As time passed, I saw the sound of Isya's aza had passed. All Muslims have fulfilled their duty. No exception Dewun and Nur. The magnificent mosque right near the town square became where they prostrated. After the incident this afternoon, the Dew went without direction. No words came out of the lips. Nur friend who is so close to Dewun. Choose silence and continue to follow the steps of Dew. Without even asking, where will the Dew step go?

The originally shaky move, suddenly stopped right in front of a mosque. A house that will not reject the presence of Dewun and Nur. A house that will always hold the tears of Dew. Without the need for a Dew to ask for it. The house that will be tapped Dewun when happy and sad. The house that makes the Dew quiet. Nur strongly believes, Dewun is able to sort out the good and right. Patiently continue to accompany the steps of the Dew. Until finally the Dew step stopped in a mosque.

"He's there!" nur said, pointing towards a pole right next to the mosque.

It looks like the Dew is sitting on a pole. The sky stared at the bright sky. The full moon is so bright. Light up the dark sky, replacing it with a light full of beauty. Abra immediately walked towards the Dew. His chest felt tight, as he was far away from the Dew. Now the Dew is right in front of him. Abra was no longer able to hold back her longing.

"Wait!" nur said, Abra turned his head while stopping his steps.

"Don't sit right next to him. The dust will feel uncomfortable. If anyone sees the pain. For the sake of Dew, momentarily hold the longing in your heart. Let the Dew look for you. Because that's the lowest point of dew. The point where the Dew will believe it completely?" nur said, Abra nodded slowly.

Abra walked slowly towards the Dew. He sat a little away, Abra following Nur's advice. Ibra and Nur sat slightly away from them. Since noon Abra searched for the whereabouts of Dewun and Nur. But there is no sign of the existence of the Dew. Only after the prayer time has passed. Abra gets word about the existence of Dewun. This is where Dewun and Nur, right on the terrace next to a mosque.

"Darling!"

"Sorry!" said Dewun lirih, Abra turned his head in wonder. The focus was staring at the sky. An apology from his lips. It was like a word that was already in his mind

"For!"

"The fact that you just heard. The truth unfolded, the fact about my dark past. The story of a little girl who lost the love of her parents. Just because the real dead treasure is heartless!"

"Darling!" abra said softly, Dew nodded slowly.

"It's all true, Arshan Arya Adiputra is my real father. His blood is flowing in my veins. His name became my guardian. It is not the brother of faith that is my guardian!" said Dewirih, Abra fell silent. If I'm honest, Abra wants everything he hears to be untrue. Not not not wanting to acknowledge the status of Dewun, but seeing the wounds that were revealed in the heart of Dewun. Honestly Abra is not able to.

"Darling, there's no need to say it. If your heart is too sick. I don't care, who is lord Arya to you? What does that have to do with you? How could he be your biological father? When did you find out? One thing I care about, your calmness and your comfort. I won't ask for an explanation from you. I'm not too happy either, hearing that Mr. Arya is your real father. I'm sure, anpa his status and wealth. I can make you and our son happy!" abra said firmly, Dew turned his head.

Deg

Dew's gaze momentarily stopped Abra's heartbeat. Two eyeballs that are always shady. Now it seems sad to hold the taste of poignancy. Red eyes that keep shedding tears. As if to tell Abra, how Dewun was injured with everything that happened? Dew is destroyed by the fact of the past.

"How long have you been crying, baby? Your two beautiful red eyes are full of wounds. How deep are the wounds you bear? Until your tears continue to flow nonstop. Baby, if your heart hurts too much. Why don't you share it with me? I'd rather feel pain than see your frail. Please baby, lean on me!" inner Abra pilu.

"A week before our wedding. I know all the truth. Abah Iman found myself with him. A meeting that ruined my life. I met my real father. The meeting that a princess always awaits, but not me. A real father I never imagined. Suddenly stood up so handsomely. Not the love he was looking for. Except treasure in return for decades without him. Wealth that seems to want to buy sincere affection abah Iman. Assess the purity of his love for me. With millions, even billions of dollars. Between the longing of a father or the arrogance of a rich man. Thinking the treasure he possessed could afford my decades without him. The biggest reason I refuse to know him!" said Dew, then sighed. Dew lowered, breathing as much air as possible. Expect a chest that feels tight, to be a little relieved.

"Why were you silent at that time? Don't I deserve to know!"

"Brother is right, that's why I apologized. I covered it up, because I was afraid that my brother would consider me nothing more than a child he never expected. A week, just a week I have to make my way. I have to accept her, if I want to marry you. For the brother of faith is not a guardian who has the right to marry me!"

"Is this why you disappeared back then? You can't be contacted or contacted. I even thought, You want to cancel our wedding. Until you finally come, bring news that can make me calm!" abra said, Dew nodded slowly.

"Honestly, if only I had to choose. Maybe I'll choose to cancel our wedding?"

"Why?" abra said in disbelief, and astonished.

"For I hate those who always regard the treasure of all things. Father who should be loving. He even offered a treasure for his daughter's confession. A father who should be happy for his son. Even disappointed, when realized married without treasure. While a father who raised me sincerely with no strings attached. Exclusion and humiliation just because it is worthless. I don't know what appointment? So that I should marry you and get to know the people who consider the treasure of everything!"

"Darling, I'm not like that!"

"I know that, that's why I believe and love you!" sahut Dewang loud, Abra down.

"He who finally relented and asked the brother of Faith to replace himself as a guardian in my marriage. But on one condition. I'm willing to meet the great master Adijaya, the grandfather and father of Mama Almaira!"

"Have you met him?" asked Abra, Dew shook his head slowly.

"Why? Are you scared?"

"Yes, I'm afraid to meet the father who killed my mother!" he said softly, Abra shook his head in disbelief.

"No way, he's a good guy. Mr. Adijaya is very generous. The hospital he built, for people can't afford it!"

"He was indeed generous and decisive, an attitude that made my mother outcast from her extended family. An estranged child, simply because of the incitement of others. The slander that got my mom kicked out of the house where she grew up. Living in deprivation ended up making my mother lose her life while giving birth to me. Again and again, it all centers on one basis. A treasure that glares the eyes of greedy and greedy people. Now tell me, didn't he accidentally kill my mother? A father who should embrace his daughter. Believing in her daughter's chastity, she was the first to drive her away!" said Dew with a high tone, Dew breath up and down. As if to say, a deep pain in his heart.

"Dear stop, I don't want you to be depressed!" abra said worriedly, Dew was so angry. He was uncontrollable, Abra was so afraid to see the anger that seemed to erupt in Dew's chest.

"Why should I stop? Brother must hear everything. I am a woman surrounded by tough men, but weak in front of treasure. Mr. Arya, the father who should have loved me. He who was the loudest did not believe in my existence as his daughter. He was blinded by his love for mama Almaira, until he did not see her sincerity. Thinking mama betrayed their sacred love. Mr. Dewangga Adijaya, a grandfather who was so generous to others. But so stingy, when a princess asked for his help for the birth of the grandson. The hatred ignited by love dies on his second wife. So that he could drive out and ignore his biological daughter. Mr. Gunawan Adiputra, an uncle who should be happy to welcome my birth. I was even afraid of my birth. He sought every means, that I might be lost and disowned. Mr. Haykal Abimata, a father-in-law whom I have great respect for. But looking down on me, just because of social status that is not worth it. As for Abah Iman, a father who never wanted to see me hurt. Now he is the most injured and stricken. When treasure becomes the payment of his affection. When all the fathers rejected me, dumped me and ignored me. He's a father who embraces and holds me in my cold and pain. But he who must now alone hold back lonely, without being able to expect more from me. Should I accept the helping hand of those who have insulted the sincerity of the Faith. An uncle who thinks of me as his own son!"

"Dear, I'm sorry!"

"Now you already know, how connected my life is? But one thing you should know. I ain't nobody coming at them. Even though they offered all the treasures they had. I will take their hands. When they appreciated the brother of Faith, my father raised me. The treasure that you have, does not necessarily make you have a higher degree. For all is a deposit, and all will return when HE has taken it!" said Dewun, Abra can only be silent. Dew pain is regurgitated, all is silent and Dew rejection is missed.

"Give me dear, forgive my filthy father for hurting your mama!" arya said, Dewun and Abra turned with shocked faces.

"You!" dewdrop, then stand up and walk backwards.

"What are you doing instead of khilaf? All that betrayal of a sacred promise that begins with doubt!"

"Darling? Stop, don't go again. Remember, baby, you're pregnant!" abra said worriedly, as he saw the Dew walk backwards. Arya stopped her steps. He didn't want to see the Dew go away again.

"Mr Arya, please don't force the Dew. He needs time!" pinta Abra, Arya nodded then walked backwards.

"You men can only doubt. Without thinking we women are ruined, when our love is again appreciated!" said Embun lantang.

"Enough Dew, we go home. I'm tired of following you. The worms in my stomach have been screaming ever since. Let's get out of here, forget for a moment your pain and anger. Your son needs food, your best friend is starving!" nur said casually, while holding back the Dew step.

"Ibra, take us to the warteg lalapan. My niece has always wanted to eat breakfast!"

"Whoever my sweet cat, please!" sahut Ibra, then walked towards the car.

Nur took Dewun's hand, pulled him towards Abra's car. Without any more care, rejection or adoration Dew. Instead Dewun quietly followed Nur's invitation. At first glance Nur gestured to Abra, for her to come along.

"Lord Arya, representing my best friend's Dew. I'm apologizing. But how wise, if you meet when everything is calm!" nur said, Arya nodded slowly.

"My handsome or pretty boy, we're having dinner!" muttered Nur cheerfully, while stroking the stomach of the Dew that was still flat. Nur's relaxed attitude, made Dew smile. Nur, the best friend who knows when he should talk or shut up?

"My sweet baby, your heart is so sincere. I'm lucky I know you!" inward Ibra, while looking at Nur non-stop.

"Don't look at me, afraid you can't sleep. My beauty!" nur said loudly to Ibra. Sontak Ibra smiled awkwardly, embarrassed when Nur teased her.