HERBS

Beloved

In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Merciful.

Thus the sentence that Mas Aryandra incised at the beginning of each writing. As usual, my heart seems to be calm if I read every sentence of the owner of the coffee shop where I work.

I called him Yavuz. Aryandra 'Yavuz'. Know why? Because he was always 'cheap', his face never beamed. Flat, stiff and ah I don't know .. I think he was like a squidward who lost his laughing ribbon. Haha ....

Today, I'll tell you about him calling me ... Dilruban.

I did say Dilruba, not Dilraba. Dilraba is a celebrity from the Bamboo Curtain of the Uyghur tribe. Yes, even so, I am much prettier than her. Mas Yavuz told me when I asked who was more beautiful. Haha ....

Dilruba is taken from Farsi, Turkish or Urdu? I forget. Agharna said it first.

Dilruba means ... Beloved up! Sweet-hearted. Ahaiy ....

All right, all right .. get back to the topic. The name was already. Now age. Aryandr Yavuz is five years different from me. Her eyes were beautiful even though her expression was never beautiful. Like I said. Flat, moody and lost a laughing ribbon.

Once I mentioned about laughter, he even brought the naqli proposition about laughing. He said, Laughing is heartbreaking.

I suspect the title is not a Bachelor of Economics but S. Ag aka Bachelor of Religion. Lest he was ustadz who was disguised as the owner of a mature Coffee Trade business (?) cafe-shaped.

Bodo is very ah, which is important handsome. Yes alau is a bit disturbed also his soul sometimes. More often than not, I'm (?) the hell rather than glaring (?) selves.

When I satirized him with Yavuz alone, he was proud. Rumors that the young boss had a mental illness are true. Good thing handsome, if not ... Arthaka aka his cousin and my friend from High School, will be my partner to take him to the Mental Hospital.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Irani ...."

Holy God! I almost fell from my seat at the cashier table because of the surprising greeting from him who was ku-ghibah-i.

I said hello, then smiled. Too bad, he didn't return my expensive smile. He should have known, apart from my father and two younger brothers, he was the only man I gave this sweet smile to. Insolent indeed. Just watch him later.

As close as I was to a smile, he was even stingier. Smiling is part of worship.

I just stingy smile at men, is he? Everybody is! I don't know what happened to him at the end of his life. Could there be a doom for a stingy person with a smile? Like on television that my mother often watches.

"Later Uta and Sila will come with Hasna."

As usual, her voice was flat like a mother's drawing board in the kitchen.

What then? Why indeed? Afraid of being bullied by the North and Aysila? Oh, I'm gonna be a supporter of those two rioters.

"Disarm those two boys."

Subhanallah! I didn't hear wrong?! What wild are they and am I a tamer?

"Me?!"

He's nodding. "Yes, you."

"Kok me?!"

Of course I pretended to be confused and acted stupid. Haha .. feel that, Yavuz!

"Because only a crocodile handler can tame a crocodile, Airani."

Athaghfirullah! I never thought the Yavuz would say that.

"Mas Yavuz knows not... who is more difficult to domesticate the crocodile handler than the crocodile itself?"

Got you!

"Know."

Nah!

"But you may have forgotten that the crocodile charmer is Dilruba now. Yavuz's Dilruba."

Sweet mouth! Hmh! He thought I would float like that? Haha, just sorry! I'm ordinary.

"Your cheeks are red" he said. Then the man left me at the cashier's desk, heading to his private room in this cafe.

What's?! He must be bragging. Hey, my lips moved by themselves to form an arch without me wanting to. Damn traitor!

*_*

I found the North jail eye on me. Aysila also just kissed my cheek for no reason. Arthaka and Hasna did not lose making me think hard. Because from then on, they kept smiling strangely and giggling like a ghost of the night. What the fuck are these guys? Want to fly the war flag to me or want to invite the coalition to attack Yavuz? Ah, what kind of thought was that just now?

The bustling atmosphere of the cafe keeps me busy serving customers. Kulirok Mas Aryandra's sisters. Due to many visitors, I found Arka repeatedly glaring at North and Aysila who looked excited playing ludo while screaming. Hasna returns indifferent to the surroundings, to her the phone that Yavuz gave her last night is her world. The four humans were at the special table that Mas Aryandra prepared next to me. The four of them are the younger brothers and cousins of Yavuz.

"Sstt, his face is still jutek huh? I think a big lady can be sweet with a customer. Can go bankrupt Mas Ay business if you have an employee like Mbak Ai."

Yeah, nice! The North needs to be subsidized by knowledge! How dare he worship ria. With Aysila anyway. Snotty boy, know what the hell?

"Yes, but more like Mas Ay anyway. How can you do that with that Galak? It's beautiful when it's the same bo-ong!"

"Uta, if Ms. Aila hears ...."

Aysila placed her palm on her neck, then slightly shifted it while saying, "Krekk! Broken lehelmu!"

I can see the pale North face. Don't just know them that I can hear these hot rumors.

"Aira, Please ... Aira! Not Aila." Hasna corrected but did not take her eyes off the phone.

"Oh, Hasna's sister nguping huh? Sin tau!" the boys protested against Hasna in unison over the actions the two boys said were not commendable.

"What's? Just correcting it."

"Please be slurred. How can I say the letter 'r' anyway."

I don't know if it's Uta's defense or if she deliberately pointed out her cousin's shortcomings. I saw Arthaka laughing.

Cry sounded! Ahshaw! Aysila's crying. Then the accusation happened.

Yes, Gusti ... Why does Yavuz have a brother who is the opposite of him?!

Aysila's cry invites the attention of visitors as well as a dear visit from the boss Yavuz.

As usual, his unfriendly face was the first to greet.

"Get into my room. Now." Now."

Get out of you, kids! Haha~

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Arthaka gave a whistle to me after driving to a newly opened recreation park on his motorbike. Sometimes, he becomes a private motorcycle taxi driver as well.

"Definitely pounding huh, Brother-in-law?"

I gave him a grin, a sign that his speech was one of those trashy sentences. After all, humans do have to pound the omen of life, right?

I came to this place because I had an appointment with someone. Not Yavuz .. uh I mean Mas Aryandra. She's not. But someone in the past.

Someone who once broke my heart for his betrayal. Though, I am very ... ah why so vent? Besides, it would be a shame if Arthaka caught me still crying over the fate of the past. That's right, ‘kan?

Well, his face alone shows he's concerned for me. Oh can't! I'll put on a normal face.

"What?!" tanyaku, pretend ketus. Let the impression not be lost eaten memories.

"Galak very much .. like Ibu Suri aja."

"Mother-in-law leles."

"Suri's mother-in-law is also a mother-in-law." Arthaka does the argument.

"What the hell? It's not obvious."

"Banget! Ahhhhh!" his protest. I laughed at his protest.

After that, he left me. He said goodbye to North and Aysila to attend the madrassa, and after that he would pick me back up.

I couldn't help but smile at Arthaka's treatment. He was like an older brother to me even though I was two months older than him. Arka was born in the summer I was born in the spring. Uh! I forgot it was in Indonesia. There may be spring.

"C ...."

Am I daydreaming? Why does it feel like not realizing that there is someone behind. Very quickly he arrived.

Looking back, he had already arrived. Since when? Issha! Just like a ghost.

"Hi" broom. If Arthaka sees, I think he'll laugh. Because I seem to be doing some embarrassing thing.

He let out a laugh. Geez! Still sexy as before. Do not shake me, O God!

"Love, how are you?"

Fainting can't be, anyway? Love said? Okay, that was it first! Ai is a love in the language of East Asia.

"Said Ai-rani will marry me soon!"

Allah Akbar!! I'm gonna faint right now! What kind of a sinetron is this?? Why am I like the female lead that two male leads like in those stories anyway? He wanted to faint, but he couldn't. Laugh, but be ashamed. I should what?

Why is there suddenly him?

What'd Yavuz want to come here anyway? Stalking or because of Arthaka's info? The insolent! I said a secret. Need to be taught a lesson too that his elder brother North.

The man who was my ex-lover gave me a smile. Sweet, unlike Yavuz who never smiled.

Yavuz stood on the left side, looked at him, and not a single bit of his lips changed. Flat! What kind of a robot is this? How can I love him. It sucks!

"Hi ...,"

He, Dansyah reached out.

Mas Aryandra nodded, but was reluctant to return a helping hand.

"I'm Dineransyah."

"I don't care."

What age is Yavuz, huh?

Aura that was definitely not an aura of love let alone Aura of Love, came out. Dinansyah's smile vanished, her gaze was fierce as well. They were like they were going to do a Sumo match or something.

"What do you mean?"

"That's what I should ask you, Dilruba's ex!"

Enough already! It's like an Indian drama. Yavuz this .. I don't think he's good at making trouble.

Yavuz .. I was lazy to call her name again. Let him do it so that I get old.

"My news is good, Dinan. And, Mas Yavuz! Go, go!"

My words were not fully understood by Mas Yavuz. I mean, he just went home alone. This even pulls my hand.

I have to say hello to Dansyah. Unfortunately, he did not answer my greetings. Of course he was disappointed by the demeanor of this venerable Yavuz Sultan Aryandra.

"Your Majesty, can you explain what that means?"

She's mute. His style is that. I like to play dumb. Just keep quiet until the whisper.

"August ...."

He finally spoke too. I looked at her, right at her pretty eyes. Lentic eyelashes don't need mascara. Yavuz's eyelashes are much more pliable than mine.

"Yes, Your Honour?"

"Your Highness, I'm .. afraid."

What is he afraid of? L turned? It won't! All right, it was almost shaky indeed. But just playing around. There's no way he can read minds, right? The song, after a long mute, he just wanted to say ... "I'm scared" only? O God, strengthen the heart of your servant.

"Fear what the hell?"

"CLRK."

I let out a laugh that I didn't care about people would see. We are still around that place. Even Dansyah still sees us. Just looking, 'cause I'm sure he can't possibly hear these squabbles.

"Do I look like that?"

Really am! I don't believe in the reason. I really have to question the age of this man.

"certain. You're labile."

Yes Salaam! If you have a lover I suggest a lot of istighfar and ... already, break up! Is that so said Ustadz of Chinese descent who also wrote the book Muhammad Al Fatih?

Her name?? You guys don't know?! Find out there!

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Taking a date but being silenced is what it feels like? Just throw it away time? Uh, but what if I get fired? Finding work is hard. At first I accepted that Boss Yavuz was a lover for fear of being fired, then for being handsome. Really just because of that. However, the Javanese proverb has a point as well. Witing Tresno Jalanan Soko Kulino. Eh right no? I'm the Sundanese, the Javanese Yavuz.

Back to the topic. Eventually, I too fell. That woman is easy. Not for a year, imagine! Not until a year was stolen also my qalb.

At first I thought coming home early and going on a date would be fun. My shadow will be invited to eat ice cream, shopping this-that, anyway fun. From seven months to three weeks one day of love, he recently asked a date. Something once, isn't it?

"Mass?"

Yavuz did not answer. Maybe it's the noise of the vehicles around us. Wrong himself, making a date in Merdeka Square. He sat on the bike again. Why?! Chilli-cabean. Yes Gusti, he must have been dating for the first time. Masyaa Allah once.

However, the courtship should not be in-MasyaaAllah-in anyway.

I called back to him. This time it was harder.

The King of Yavuz looked at me silently. Serem is also the eye if noticed. Fortunately, it is also in crowded places. Try it in a quiet place. Auto cry my mah.

"Laper's."

I don't know what to say. Just the sound of that.

"Eat,"

Elah! Everyone knows that hunger eats. That code, code!

"Ai, I want to talk seriously about you."

Heh?! Whatisit? Me? Ye? Ohoho~ turns out this is really serious.

I had dared to look at him, but because of his gaze and tone of voice, I only dared to look at the handlebar of the motor. So laughable. Embarrassing. Hicks ....

"We broke up, right?"

Huh huh? Breaking up?! I don't think I'm gonna faint, but this eye patch feels like a puddle.

"I'm not strong, Ai. Can't stand it."

Is this what the North's conversation meant to Aysila?

"Yes,"

I braced myself not to cry. Not that I'm afraid of getting fired because it was decided. I'm sure, Boss Yavuz doesn't associate work with personal relationships.

So, this is the end, huh?

“I am not strong enough to withstand the turmoil of love for you. I can't stand to house you.”

Wait up! Whatdoes thatmean?

“We decided to get married in March. Yes?”

Well, it looks like I'm about to lose consciousness.