Heart Diary

Heart Diary
17



I am in a dilemma now. Swallowed bitter, dumped dear.


"I'm sorry Zura, bang. Zura can't accept you in the present." I express what is in my mind.


"Please, Zura! Brother really loves Zura." Rayu Abang Syah's.


"Slow down, bang. Why did you just now tell Zura? Why not first? Before anyone else reveals it," I said bravely.


For now I don't have to be afraid anymore to be blunt. I must be brave!


"Where's my brother going to tell you, Zura? Before this Zura never gave an opportunity to brother to be straightforward. Every time you take Zura out, Zura always says Zura is busy" Abang Syah said slowly.


"But that time was gone, bang. At that moment Zura's heart had been crushed and melted. Brother should be wise to act from before. Before this heart breaks and dips!" obviously I'm a little firm.


"Abang is not empowered to do that, Zura. Abang worried that Zura refused and then ended our relationship that was just rotated at that time," balsa Abang Syah defended the truth.


"The real ego thing," I concluded.


Brother Shah bowed again. I don't know what's on his mind right now.


"Zura, we're married!" Abang Syah said the words again.


"Can't, bang. can't! Zura did not want to show off a piece of another human heart. A man braver than a brother. Dare to be blunt," I said disagree but it was only in the mouth. Deep in the corner of the heart is still stored in love but unfortunately, this heart is now beginning to feel doubt.


Forgive Zura, bang...


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I've been in a dilemma for a week.


Pensive and constantly pensive. I'm still looking for a way to resolve. If I had received Doctor Rashdan, whatever Abang Syah and Dila said. Had I accepted Abang Syah, what would have been said Doctor Rashdan, Dik Roses and Umi.


The night was late but my eyes still failed to clear. In the mind is still drawn two people who are often confused between sincere and sympathy. Between the heart and the heart.


I remember the events of last night. As I, Dik Roses and Doctor Rashdan wander the Bad Stone Beach. As if I don't believe! Amiza who was once a beautiful and seductive girl, last night she was dressed in a tattered, matted hair. He walked alone along the beach road screaming.


Uh! Is this the Lord's reward for each of His servants? Astagfirullahala...


"Zura, haven't slept?" greet the aunt suddenly.


Flinched me for a moment. Immediately the memory of the past memories sprinkled and continued to disappear.


"Not yet, little sister," I replied as my gaze turned toward the aunt.


"Zura, little sister knows what Zura is thinking. And mak cik understand," said mak cik soft.


It touched my heart I heard it.


I just fell silent. Embarrassed to be forthright about what I was feeling.


"Zura, Syahrul and Rashdan are each good men. Each has its own privileges," explained mak cik again


"That's what makes Zura dizzy, little sister," I replied.


"Nicely Zura thought. The decision of Zura's own heart was important. My aunt can't help. If in Zura's view, Syahrul is more entitled, choose him. But if Rashdan is more entitled, let Zura accept it," explained aunt again.


I'm stuttering understand. Little sister, since my mother is not new at this time I feel myself loved. Thank you, aunt. Perhaps God has opened the door of your heart to receive me, your stepson to be loved and cherished.


"Sir, before that Zura wanted to ask aunt. If aunt becomes Zura, aunt wants to choose who? Brother Shah or Rashdan?" about me wanting faith.


"I'm sorry, Uncle, Zura. Mother cannot give an answer. My aunt doesn't want to influence Zura's decision. Already the aunt said earlier, both men are good," replied the aunt firmly.


Once again I was silent. Mother's words have a point.


"Sir, what should Zura do now? Zura can't make the best decision either" I replied.


"Mak cik syekkan at exactly three o'clock in the morning Zura wake up to pray istikharah. The little one feels that's the best, Zura," said the aunt before passing.


"Thank you again, Mother. Zura will follow aunt's advice." I immediately got up and closed the lamp to melt my eyes. Three o'clock I'll make sure I'm awake. I put the bell clock on the head of the bed.