DEW PURITY

Purity Dew

"Grandfather, I'll go home first. There's a meeting at 08:00, I'll have the driver pick up grandpa!" Abra said, Ardi shook his head slowly.

"I'll be home, once I'm calm!"

"But!"

"I'm fine Abra. Faith is with me. Dew will take care of me, he treats me like his own grandfather!" Ardi praised Dewun. Abra was silent not against Ardi's words. Fahmi was already preparing in front of the house. The journey from the house to the office takes a little time.

"You have breakfast first!"

"Sorry Abah, we're too late. We can eat on the road later!" Fahmi said politely, Abah Iman smiled. Then, throw out a plastic bag.

"That's for your breakfast. The dump had already prepared it this morning. He knows you're coming home in the morning!" Said Abah Iman friendly, Fahmi received a plastic bag given Abah Iman. There were two boxes of food and two bottles of mineral water.

"Look down, Abra, little Dew can cook. I'm sure he won't disappoint. Even the menu inside. Not the typical village food. Dew prepares city food, maybe according to your taste. He specially went down to the market before dawn. To be able to shop for groceries you might like!" Abah Iman explained, as if he knew the contents of Abra's heart that doubted the cuisine made by Dewun.

"Thank you!" Sahut Abra lirih, then kissed the back of the hand Abah Iman and Ardi alternately.

"Where is he?" Inner Abra.

"Growing no business in the city. Since then, he has been going with Ilham and Nur!" Abah Iman said, when he saw Abra looking to the right and left. As soon as Abra blushed in embarrassment, Fahmi could only smile. Her best friend is starting to have a taste in Dew. Raut blushed Abra's embarrassment, clearly showing the love that started to tease her heart.

"I'm sorry!" Abra diverted the conversation. Ardi and Iman nodded. A smile on Ardi's face. Clearly Ardi caught the taste that began to exist in his grandson's heart.

"Abra!"

"Yes!" Sahut Abra turned to Abah faith.

"I'm sorry about last night's Dew. He just got carried away with the feeling. My affection for me, makes Dew not accept your rude words. But believe me, Dewun's heart is not as hard and rough as that. The clear-hearted dew is like a glass glass, fragile when something hurts him. His soul is white and holy like paper. It will stain when black ink impurity it. After she becomes your wife. The white soul depends on the writing you are going to write. Guide the Dew so that she becomes the perfect wife. Throw the Dew, its sanctity is all yours!" Abah Iman said, Abra was silent.

Why did Abra hear the words of Abah Iman? A speck of clear water, as if cooling his heart. Like a cool morning dew in the morning. Abra felt helpless hearing the sincerity of Abah Iman's words. Deep in his heart, Abra felt guilty. When his insults are avenged by kindness without vengeance.

"You lost to Abra!" Whisper Fahmi, Abra lowered his head while shaking his head slowly.

"Don't be surprised Abra, Iman and his daughter never think evil of others. Even they would not retaliate harshly with violence anyway. On the contrary, the insults they received were always answered with a smile full of sincerity. The reason grandfather chose this family to be the house of Abimata!"

"Iya Abra, the Abimata family must have a sincere daughter-in-law. Not a son-in-law who only cares about the luxury and wealth of the Abimata family. The bright light I ask for from my friend's faith. The clear water that I took from this village. To keep the Abimata family calm and cool. Grandpa has waited a long time for the day. Grandfather was tired of seeing the Abhimata family that continued to dissolve in arrogance!"

"Why should I?"

"Grandfather didn't force you to marry Dewun. Ibra will replace you, if you refuse. If you ask, why should you not be Ibra? The answer is very simple, you and Dew are two different sides. Dew is soft and warm, you are hard and cold. A friendly dew full of politeness, you are rude full of anger. The shade is full of calmness, while you are hot full of toughness. You two are not the same, but will complement each other when together. Two hands will actually hold each other, when both of them fill each other between empty fingers!"

"If I refuse!" Abra said softly, Grandpa Ardi stared coldly at Abra. Faith smiled at Abra's rejection. A smile that has no anger. It's as if Abra never wanted to hurt her single daughter's Dew.

"Tomorrow grandfather will meet Ibra with Dewun. Perhaps even today, grandfather will make Dew the daughter-in-law of the Abimata family!"

"Grandfather never thought of the feeling of Dew!" Sahut Abra.

"If a woman is still willing to prepare breakfast, for the man who insults her. Cares will be hungry people who doubt their sincerity. Anxious about the pain men like you feel. Could it be that such a woman would hurt the trust of the father whom he deeply respected!"

"But the Dew deserves to be happy!" Sahut Abra loudly, Ardi nodded slowly.

"He'll be happy with Ibra!"

"Where do you know Dew will be happy with Ibra?" Abra's words are getting louder.

"Because Dew and Ibra had met. They knew him when they were in school. Ibra's loving nature, will be able to make Dew happy!"

"Grandfather joked, Dew is unlikely to know Ibra!"

"Ibra once came to meet Dewun in this village. They knew each other at SMU. But the sacred promise of the Dew to me, hinders their friendship even further. Dewun did not want to know men, except Ilham the son of the village chief. He's like a big brother to Dew!"

"Grandfather should have brought Ibra, not me!" Abra lirih.

"Tomorrow at night, tell me your decision Abra. If you go back to this house. It means you accepted this match. But if you refuse, Ibra will come in your place. Think carefully, Dew will only drip on one heart. To chill a soul thirsting for affection. The sanctity of the Dew you will not find in the heart of the woman who has filled her life. There is no compulsion in this match. Dew has agreed, make your decision like a businessman who is not afraid of loss. As Dew says, marriage is not a business that you can afford to lose. Do not make your mind your way of deciding, but your heart. Ask your heart, Dew is there or not in your cold heart!" Said Mr. Ardi firmly and wisely. Abra lowered his head without a word, Abah Iman looked at the worried prospective daughter-in-law. But the little heart of Faith says, Abra will be his daughter's best priest.

"Abra, don't make this a burden. Think with a calm heart. I believe you are a responsible man. If you refuse, your heart is not ready to be bound. On the contrary, if you accept, it means that you are able to take responsibility for the sanctity of my daughter. Dew is not that good, but the purity of the Dew you need not doubt!" Abah Iman said kindly lovingly.

"Should I marry him!" Inner Abra worried.