DEW PURITY

Mr. Ardi Abimata

"Assalammualaikum!"

"Waalalikumsalam, you've come home!" Abah Iman said, Dew nodded slowly. Dew and Ilham kissed the back of Abah's hand alternately. The closeness of Inspiration with the Dewun family can no longer be ignored. Inspiration is like a son to Abah Iman. Status so close to Dewun, but never expected by Ilham.

Dew felt astonished to see some fancy cars parked sweetly in his yard. The thought of his brother's message. If there are guests coming. Dew comes with Inspiration. Intentionally Ilham delivered Dewun on foot. Besides, the two can get closer. Inspiration felt the need to get a chance to say love to Dewun. But the heart is not as basic as the heart.the love that grows in the heart of Inspiration can not be spoken. Only silence is created as long as the two walk together. The dark night seemed to make a distance so far, Ilham was unable to say his heart.

"Who's coming?"

"They're Abah's friends. Coincidentally they just came. They plan to stay!"

"Where are they now?"

"They're cleaning up. If you are uncomfortable they stay. Later you will stay at Siti's budhe house. It just so happens that your bud is cooking in the kitchen!" Abah said, Dew nodded slowly. The dew walked into his house. His body felt sticky, he wanted to clean up immediately.

"You don't want to go in first!" The Barat Abah Iman, Ilham was silent.

There was a strange tremor in his heart. Inspiration pensive, Nur's words played wildly in his mind. Fear of matchmaking Dewun. Real plastered in front of him. Anxiety of a loving heart, fear of a soul that loses its moorings.

"No thanks, it's late at night!" Sahut Ilham was friendly, as he began to wake up. Abah Iman nodded with a smile. Signs he agrees to the words of Inspiration. At a glance, Iman saw the pain of Inspiration. Although he does not understand, is there or is not a sense of inspiration for Dewun?

"Be careful on the road!" Sahut Abah Iman, Ilham nodded slowly.

Abah Iman headed to the dining room inside his house. He checked the dinner preparations for his guests. After years, finally today they came. Faith does not want its guests to be lacking. Of course with his limits.

"Grow!" Whisper Fahmi, Abra looked up. He saw the Dew coming down from his room. The gamis and long hijab perfectly cover its beautiful body. The shady face of the Dew, calmed the heart that was staring at him.

"Why is he here?" Sahut Abra, Fahmi shrugged his shoulders slowly.

"Grow, sit next to Abah. Dinner first, after that you can go to the budhe house!" Abah said, Dew approached Abah. Dew walked down, he realized there was an important guest his brother. A very familiar guest.

"Your daughter is beautiful!"

"Master is too complimentary!" Sahut Abah Iman, Dew looks up.

"You!" Dew said in surprise, Abra and Dewun stared at each other.

"For me, I have been sitting here ever since. Wrong way down, until you don't realize there's someone in front of you!" Sahut Abra cynical, Abah Iman and Ardi turned to each other. The two were astonished, seeing Abra and Embun know each other. Since childhood, the two have known each other and are close.

"It's better if you know each other!" Said Ardi pleased, great master Abimata who is none other than Abra's grandfather.

"Hmmm!" Dew and Abra are almost the same.

The two ignored each other, both Dewun and Abra were equally cold. No one knows in their hearts. One thing is for sure, hate begins to bloom in the hearts of the Dewun. His disappointment in Abra, made Dew reluctant to know Abra.

"Stupid!" Fahmi said spontaneously, Abra and Dewun stared intently at Fahmi. They were angry to hear Fahmi's speech. A really real attitude doesn't want to be together.

"You'd better learn to know each other!"

"For what?" Abra's voice was cold, closing the conversation. All were silent for a moment, no more noise on the dining table.

A quiet atmosphere that left me asking. A request to know each other who can't find an answer. Dew doesn't care about Ardi's request. For Dewun, only Abah Iman has the right to ask or tell him. While Abra did not think at all about his relationship with Dewun. The childhood that ever happened. It won't come back, but it won't happen again.

Almost fifteen minutes they were all over dinner. The plan to stay, it's true. Automatically, Dewun choose to stay at his budhenya house. He didn't want to be under the same roof as Abra. The plan is after preparing a cup of coffee and a night snack. Dew went straight away, his body felt tired after a day outside the house.

"Please, there is only a cup of coffee and boiled cassava. Understand this village, far from the city!" Said the Dew friendly, while glancing towards Abra.

The Dew deliberately said all that, because Dew wanted to insinuate Abra. Fahmi who saw the Dew glances, suddenly chuckled. When he saw Abra's two glaring eyes. Fahmi was amused by Abra's sudden attitude like the Son yesterday afternoon.

"Thank you Dew, boiled cassava is more than enough. I have long missed this simple meal. The main reason I set up a factory here. But it looks like Abra wants to tear down my dream. That's why I came tonight. For the sake of my dream, stand firm!" Said Ardi kindly, Dew smiled knot. Then he turned his body, but his footsteps stopped. When he sensed, there was a hand holding back his steps.

"What's the matter Abah? Is there something you need?"

Iman looked towards Ardi. A look that asks for approval. Ardi immediately nodded, winking his eyes. A gesture known only to Iman and Ardi. Abra and Fahmi were silent without a word. Both feel only complementary. Their destination is in the Dew house. Just as a companion, nothing more. Although in fact, Abra and Dew became the main stars.

"I speak, or you speak!"

"Better you, Dew won't care if I do the talking. About Abra, I'm in charge!"

"Okay sir!" Sahut Iman firmly, while nodding slowly. Faith looked at her daughter's face. There is a sense of weight in the heart. But promises must be kept, sincere or not. The promise remains a debt that will be accounted for.

"Grow!" Call Faith soft, Dew turned. There was a sad face seen by Dewun. Why does Dew feel the pain of the father? But the voice of the heart did not find the answer. Only the trick can be done Dew.

Huuufff

The sound of the breath of Faith, increasingly makes the Dew restless. Never once did Dew see his brother complain. But tonight, he heard the voice of his father's breath. The sound of tired of the burden on his shoulders. A child-rearing, unaccompanied father.

"What's the matter Abah? Say, Dew is ready to hear anything!"

"Grown, decades ago. When your mother's late home was still there. Abah and lord Ardi increased a promise!"

"Promise!" Sahut Dewun did not understand, Iman nodded slowly. Abra and Fahmi are silent, while Ardi is smiling looking at Dewun. It was as if his life would be happy, after Dew knew the truth.

"Promise for friendship that we want to turn into brotherhood. Abah and Mr. Ardi, intend to match one of his grandchildren with abah's daughter!"

"I mean!"

"Make you betrothed to one of Mr. Ardi's grandchildren!" Abah Iman said softly, immediately Dew lowered his head. No words came out of her little lips.

"Grow!" Sapa Abah Iman lirih, Dew lowered his head deeper. There is a great pain. When he realized, his happiness would be over. His freedom was taken away by the bond of marriage.

"Grow, if you disagree. We will not force. Tell me what's your answer? It all depends on your decision!" Said Ardi friendly, Dew silent mute.

"Wait for grandfather, who will be betrothed to him?" Said Abra loudly, while staring at the Dew.

"You!"

"Why should I?" Sahut Abra does not like, Dew is still down. The shadow lives with people who don't like it. A little bit of calmness in his heart. Dew was worried, there was no reason for him to accept this match. But refusing, is not the right thing either.

"If you disagree, grandfather doesn't mind. But you have to remember, grandfather said last night!"

"But this is not fair!"

"As for you, your opinion doesn't apply here!" Said Mr. Ardi in the final, Abra clenched his hand. He was angry to hear her match with Dewun.

"Grow!" Call Abah Iman, when you see Dewan standing without saying goodbye.

The swamp stopped its steps. He was silent, looking for the right word to say his entire heart. But all of a sudden, there was no answer that was in harmony with his heart. Dew confused and confused, he was alone without anyone who could be discussed?

"Grow up, we won't force you!" Sir Ardi said, Dew sighs long. Abra continued to pay attention to Dew, I don't know what is in his heart? One thing is certain, Abra still does not believe in his grandfather's decision.

"If indeed the promise is spoken from the lips of Abah. As a child, I will accept this match. I will not make Abah who raised me insulted and considered hypocritical. For not keeping the promise he made. From birth to this moment, my life belongs only to you. I never thought about disobeying Abah's orders. But marriage is not a business that can be measured in profit and loss. There will be sacred promises in sacred bonds. Relationships based on Lillahhitaallah, just want to reach his ridho. For this sacred relationship. I hope, grandfather asked Abra Achmad Abimata. Will he accept a country girl like me. The girl who wasn't worth it, the inappropriate girl was beside him. Let alone being his wife, walking beside him. I'm totally inappropriate. Maybe this relationship won't be easy for me. But it will be much more difficult, if the priest of my hereafter does not expect it!" Sage Dew said, Ardi and Iman nodded. While Abra was silent in silence, Fahmi just sat quietly at the side. All the words of Dewun, none other than the words of Abra before.

"So you're ready!" Said Mr. Ardi, Dew nodded slowly.

"I'm going to leave this house. If Abah wills it. Only the hand of Abah has the right to choose the hand of the priest of my hereafter!"

"I'm sorry Abah Dewun!"

"There's nothing wrong Abah, I believe Abah's choice was not wrong. Maybe he's the best for me!" Dew, then leave.

"She agreed to marry me!" Inner Abra did not believe.