Following His Destiny
Solutions
Salsa approached the woman with red thistles and black hijab. Salsa stopped the woman by standing in front of the woman. However, that woman was not the woman he was looking for.
"I can't stop..."
"Sorry, you are wrong" Salsa said
The woman went in the direction she agreed. Salsa also walked to a small public park. The woman he was looking for was worried and agitated. Salsa approached and said hello first.
"Assalamualaikum" Salam Salsa
"Waa.. Wa'alaikumsalam" Fitri replied as he wiped his tears
"May I sit here?" ask Salsa for permission
"Emmm.. You can" replied Fitri smiling
"Sister.. Wh who? Origin of where? How come you haven't come home yet?" ask Salsa
"sister. Brother must have a problem, right? Brother told me the same story. Me, Reihan's brother's sister who was at home. Exactly, at that moment, I saw my sister coming out of the house using... Um.. Hehe Gamis me and hijab me" Salsa said
"Oh... So, this is yours, huh? Sorry, I'm wearing it without permission. Because, your brother told you to" said Fitri
"So, it's okay. I have a lot of. And, I rarely wear this robe. So, you can wear it and bring home this robe, as well as the veil" said Salsa
"Thank you yes"
"Bye the way... Whose sister's name?" ask Salsa
"Fitri" Fitri replied
"Known, I'm Salsa" Salsa said as he spread his right hand to greet
Fitri shook Salsa's hand and smiled
"Where can you tell, brother from?" ask Salsa
"May you tell a story?" ask Fitri
"Yes can dong. Think of it, I'm a big sister" Salsa said
"I. I'm from... Jakarta is north there. Village *******. Aunt Rena and Om Ahmad, think.. If I had died. In fact, the one who died was not the real me, but rather, he who resembled my face. At that time, I was hit by a car, while crossing and walking somewhere, and... There is no purpose. There are people close to people who look like me, I disguise myself as him. But, I refused. Because, I don't want to fool the friends and people around him. By then, everything had happened in the collision. L'm... Being in a room, and, it still feels... Dizziness, so, I dreamt of meeting the prince. After that, when I arrived, I realized and looked to the side and there was a robe and hijab, and there was writing. Her writing told her to wear this robe and veil, because back then, I was wearing pajamas. That's so. I don't know where to go" Fitri explained
"In the story of the sister, why not the same parents? The sister? and Brother?" ask Salsa
"I, the only child of the deceased who has been called by the creator. So, there is no one else to make a home" replied Fitri
"Sorry, brother, I don't know. So, brother lives with his sister's parents?" ask Salsa
"Yes" replied Fitri
"Keep... Is she still in school?" ask Salsa
"still. Now, class 2 High School" Fitri replied
"Oh... Means, I'm the same brother 2 years different dong" said Salsa
"Oh yeah?" ask Fitri
"Yes. I'm 15" Salsa replied
"There is no picture" Fitri replied
Fitri looked at the tree in front of him. While Salsa looked at Fitri who was very pity and, Salsa was very aware of the taste felt by Fitri.
"Ah... What if nyamar's sister. So, my sister. How's it?" ask Salsa
"You...? Hhh... Your identity is recorded on the family card. Yes, there is no way dong arrived to have a sister? It's weird" Fitri said
"Heheh... Yes yes?"
"Yes, my sister went to my house again. We ask how the solution to the mother? Let brother be able to survive in this world without suicide and restless worldly thinking. How's it?"
Salsa held Fitri's hand like a friendship even like a brotherhood. They reached the terrace and, there was the woman who was sewing clothes. It was Miss Zahra.
"Assalamualaikum" their salutation
"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Ms. Zahra
"Eh... You are walking with Salsa. Pantes aja, in the room is not there" said Ms. Zahra to Fitri
"Yes aunty"
Salsa and Fitri sat on an empty bamboo chair.
"Mother... Fitri, I have no family anymore. There was only her parents' sister Fitri. They consider Mr. Fitri has died, whereas, who died was not ka Fitri, they were wrong people. So, I asked for a solution from my mother. How Kak Fitri stayed, and, I want, Mr. Fitri stayed in this house ", Salsa said
"Subhanallah... Who is the person who died?" ask Ms. Zahra
"Name Siena. Really, she looks like my face. And, don't know why, I can look like him. And, some say, if my father married twice while holding me" replied Fitri
"Yes, it's gini. You, pura be a prospective aunt daughter-in-law how?" ask Ms. Zahra
"Candidate..? A daughter-in-law?" ask Fitri and turn to Salsa
"Who's the guy?" ask Fitri
"Sama Reihan. The man who is treating your wounds" replied Ms. Zahra
"..."
"No. Don't be a aunt. I'm still 17. So, when it does there is a candidate. Kan, the age of married women is allowed to be 20 years and older, and men 25 years" said Fitri
"Who said?" ask Zahra
"Kata... My friend's friend" replied Fitri
"Yes, if you don't want to. You become a aunt from Medan. How's it?" ask Ms. Zahra
"It's like being a aunt.. Yes already. How to. I just don't speak Medan language. How's it?" ask Fitri
"Yes gakpapa... The story is, you are from Jakarta, but moved to Medan at the age of 10" replied Zahra
"okay"
Now, Fitri agreed to live in west Jakarta. Start his new life by disguising himself as someone else. Will it work and forever? Or even double mess with full of slander?
