Elegi Love Nayla

Prologues

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The wind reminds me of him. To an Adam who had won a heart. An Adam to whom I once hung my beautiful hopes and dreams of love, to the utterance of this faithful promise from my lips.

Hey .... Zidan Arfa Rashidhan, how are you there? Do you miss me, like I always miss meeting you?

Nayla smiled bitterly reading the strand of the word she had just written. Without feeling, the clear water that had been growing on the eyelids also accompanied and fell wet the blue diary sheet.

"Zi, I miss you ...." Nayla whispered and the baby heard her.

Nayla's cry broke when I heard Zidan's voice teasing the senses, followed by a shadow of past memories that suddenly danced in the eye and forced Nayla to close a pair of neutrals, the source said, recalling the beautiful times that once etched on his life sheet.

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It had been almost an hour since Nayla walked through the darkness of the night armed with only the footwear and clothes she was wearing at this time.

He kept swinging his steps without knowing the exact direction of the goal.

In between the swings of his legs, Nayla monologues and mourns for herself who forgot to bring her favorite device.

"Damn! You senile, stupid, sloppy!" Nayla kicked the can of drink lying on the street with all her might as an outlet of her frustration.

The can of the drink flew and unfortunately landed pretty on the head of a man who was enjoying a syaiton drink with his friends.

The man was named Ambassador. Not Bang Duta Vocalist Sheila On 7, but Duta Nirmolo Noto Boto Songo Rupah Sedoyo.

Strange indeed the long name of the Ambassador. But that is the name given by his mother as a reminder of the moment when the Ambassador will be born into the world.

Yes, when Duta will be born into the world, his mother is arranging nine bricks in the eggplant garden. In Javanese, the number nine is called sanga (songo).

When he was busy arranging bricks, suddenly his mother Duta felt a contraction that made him very sick.

To vent the excruciating pain, Duta's mother shouted while breaking the bricks she had just laid.

Back to the storyline ....

The ambassador complained while rubbing his bald head that bangol resembles the shape of a bekel ball due to the rough touch of the can kicked by Nayla. He cursed and dismissed all the zoo residents by shouting.

Luckily the zoo residents did not hear the Ambassador's screams. If they hear it, maybe they will come to fulfill the Ambassador's call, even ask for sticky greetings or angpao money.

"Woey! Who dares to throw a canned cave nutmeg? Watch it! If you're a girl, the cave will make you the fifth wife. But if you are male, the cave will gebugin you without mercy. If I need to break your leg, then you can walk! Ben kapok!" The ambassador made threats with Betawi and mixed Javanese.

Not that it sounds scary, but instead it sounds ridiculous in the ears of all creatures of the universe because the Ambassador can not take off the dialect of his jaw medok. Even very medok.

The ambassador moved from a sitting position, then circulated the view in all directions while shaking his waist, looking for the perpetrator who had made his bald head fondle (penjol).

"That's the guy, Bro!" One of the Ambassador's friends named Deni pointed his index finger at Nayla.

Sontak, Duta threw his neutral gaze towards the object designated by Deni. The bald-headed man's eyes immediately sparkled when his sense of sight hit the pretty face of a girl who was none other than Nayla.

"Well, pretty real cave mate! It's perfect if it's the fifth bini." The ambassador monologued and pulled one corner of his lips. He then brought his steps closer towards Nayla in a hurry.

"Oh, No! I'm not saying that it's actually the fifth bini of the bald." Nayla shuddered in horror. It was imagined by her that the bald-headed man walking towards her actually made her the fifth wife.

Before the Ambassador arrived in front, Nayla immediately took off her footwear, then ran very fast regardless of the Ambassador's shout.

"Woey! Wait, Yang! Don't run!" pinta Ambassador to Nayla. He forced himself to run after Nayla even though his head felt a suck of senut mixed with dizziness due to the influence of the syaiton drink that he had enjoyed.

While Deni and other friends of Duta, just watched while sipping the remaining syaiton drink.

One of them monologued softly and cursed Duta because he only left half a bottle of drink for his four friends.

"Pursue your future girl, Bro! Pepet keep going, don't give me saggy doi!" deni said accompanied by his laughter on the air while giving encouragement to the Ambassador.

The ambassador responded to Deni's words by looking at him while giving a thumbs up his hand followed by the arch of the lips that formed a smile. "Outhor!" sahutya.

"Oh my God, don't let the baldy catch me." Nayla spoke softly while continuing to run.

Damnit damnit! Due to lack of care and not focus on seeing the road that stretches in front, Nayla's legs stumbled over a stone until she fell down.

Nayla complained and grimaced. His legs and entire body were in pain from hitting the asphalt.

"What did the guru say, too, Yang? Don't run! You anyway, Yang. Kaga wants to listen to your male candidate's advice. Karo Kang Mas Manut!" the Ambassador said by softening his tone without stopping the foot swing.

"Please, don't come any closer!" nayla Pinta. But not heeded by the Ambassador who continues to bring his steps closer.

"Thank you for your fate, Yang! You have been drowned as the fifth bini of the cave. Garwaku dadi. Sigaraning my life is not kaping five."

"No! I don't want to!"

The ambassador pulled back one corner of his lips, then stretched out his hands to grab Nayla's body.

Nayla resigned, because she felt she could no longer do anything. Just to get up, Nayla really couldn't. Especially to escape from the bald-headed man who intends to make her as the fifth wife.

Yeah, God. Why is my fate so bad. Escape from the house because it does not want to be fooled, now even the temperature of crocodiles. Nayla spoke inwardly and momentarily closed her pair of beautiful neutrals.

Before the two hands of the Ambassador managed to grab Nayla's body, suddenly someone pulled a T-shirt worn by the Ambassador from behind, then threw it very strongly, until the Ambassador's body entered into the garbage truck.

"Brength*!" Ambassadors snubbing. He tried to get up and down from the truck. But unfortunately, the wheels of the garbage truck began to roll and take Duta away from Nayla.

"Bye, Bald!" Nayla waved her hand and smiled widely. He was greatly relieved and excited because he had been released from the temperature of the crocodile-Duta Nirmolo Noto Boto Songo Pecah Sedoyo.

"Mother." A soft and soothing voice successfully made Nayla encouraged to turn to the direction of the origin of the sound.

"Oh, my God," said Nayla spontaneously.

Nayla was stunned when her vision room was filled with the beautiful face of the young man who had helped her. The boy was named Zidan. A handsome young man who became the idol of the girls in this country.

A momentary silent atmosphere enveloped the two people. Deheman's voice broke it. "Ehem." Zidan deliberately cleared his throat and cut off the net link between the two of them.

"Engggs. To-long tyre-tu me!" pinta Nayla hesitated as she extended her hands towards Zidan.

Zidan nodded slowly and grabbed Nayla's arm wrapped in cloth. Then very carefully, he helped Nayla to rise.

"Thank you." Two words came from Nayla's lips after Zidan sat her down on the sidewalk.

"Yes, Mommy." Zidan replied to Nayla's words by bowing his gaze.

"I'm Nayla. What's your name?" Without further ado Nayla ventured to ask Zidan to start a conversation.

"My name is Zidan."

"Zidan's? Zidan Ramadan? Young Ustaz who is on the rise and loved by girls?"

Zidan responded to a row of question sentences thrown by Nayla by pointing at a smile accompanied by a headband.

"No" he answered briefly.

"Then, Zidan who?"

"I, Zidan Arfa Rasydhan."

"Owh. Your name is so cute. As good as the guy."

Zidan returned a smile when he heard the words of praise that flowed without burden from Nayla's lips. He felt ordinary and did not feel proud at all, because he was used to hearing the same words of praise from the girls. Of course the girls who admire and are fascinated at the good looks of his face.

"I'm sorry, if I may know, where's Nayla's house?" Zidan asked to divert the conversation.

"Why do you ask me where my house is?" Instead of answering the question posed by Zidan, Nayla asked back.

"I'll take Ms. Nayla home."

"But unfortunately, I don't want to go home."

Zidan pulled one eyebrow up and glanced at Nayla's face. "Why doesn't Nayla want to go home?" wonder asked.

"Because I don't want to be fooled. I still want to be free. I'm not ready to get married. I'm not ready to be a housewife who's tired of running around the house and can't go anywhere." Nayla paused for a moment of her speech, then let out a rough breath.

"My friends who are married are not good. We women should stay at home and obey the orders of the husband. We are like a buda*. While husbands are like kings" he continued.

"Marriage is good. Married men and women God willing will be spared from adultery. They can share affection without fear of sin, because it is lawful. A good husband will make his wife a queen and treat the woman he has married with gentleness, not like buda*. He would escort and look after his wife, so that no other man would dare to act insolent towards his wife. As the man might have done with Mbak Nayla" said Zidan. Then he showed a line of a very sweet smile, making his good looks increasingly and managed to make Nayla stunned to see the beauty of the Divine Masterpiece that is currently presented in front of him.

"Is marriage really good?" Nayla asked without distracting her still intense sense of sight to Zidan's face.

"Yes. As long as we marry the right couple. Who knows and understands the religion."

"If so, let's get married!"

Nayla's words succeeded in making Zidan gasp. The handsome young man with a myriad of charms gawked and was unable to say a word because he was so surprised.

Speechless ....

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