ISTIKHARAH LOVE
Scenario God #15
the presence of Kinan unconsciously bandaged my old wounds that I never closed, hopefully forever will remain like this.
*Love and Religion, not a few lovers must be willing to release all the Love that has been built very strongly just because of differences in Religion.
not blaming religion, but returning to each partner, is he ready to build a family with two beliefs in it?
God is all about flipping the hearts of each creature, we never know what will and will be like later , in the end the duty of a servant only asks and prays to be given determination, he said, and to Istiqomahan in all things.
do you believe it??
whatever your answer is, stay with me.
I will remain faithful to you until the earth turns no more.
Three hours long we right² just sitting, closed eyes and leaning against each other.
When I opened my eyes, Kinan was already struggling with his cell phone.
"Kin.." I said.
Kinan hung up his phone and looked at me.
"Yes why?" answerable
his eyes were round shining, thin and red lips in a thin lipstick painting.
"No" I turned my eyes away from him.
"one more station we get, so we better clean up first yu, don't let anyone miss" I continued while checking my luggage.
Kinan calmly then moved along to check his luggage.
the pace of the train began to slow down, getting slower and stopping on the Bandung city station platform.
bustling atmosphere typical of the station, announcements from the counter guards, bargaining between buyers and souvenir sellers.
everything melts into one.
"Come on.." take me along while embracing Kinan's shoulder.
he breathed and then said.
"It has come here, it has come so far, hopefully what we hope will be realized yes" Kinan said as he stared intently at my eyes.
I just nodded.
"Kinan!" someone shouted from the crowd.
Kinan looked around for the source of the voice.
it was not long before a little old man waved his hand at the two of us.
"That's uncle, Come" take Kinan
we walked towards the man.
plaid patterned red flannel shirt, glasses denfan hair little curls.
"How's Uncle doing??" kinan said as she hugged the man.
"Good news, how are you?? have you not been home for a long time? though Distance Jakarta - Bandung is not too time consuming" he asked
"yes Uncle, It's difficult to take time off, understand the name is also a new child"
Kinan turned his head towards me and introduced him to the man.
"Ohhhh Uncle, know this Jhonathan, Jo this is Uncle Martin, brother of the father"
I shook Uncle Martin's hand and introduced myself.
"I'm Jhonathan"
he just nodded and asked us to get into the car.
"well come on, the same father Mother was waiting at Home" he asked
we walked behind Uncle Martin, I looked towards Kinan, and Kinan turned towards me.
he nodded his head and convinced me to move forward.
we got into the 90s silver Elbow Car, I was sitting next to my driving uncle, and Kinan was sitting in the back, right behind me.
along the way we were treated to the typical sights of the City, the roar of cars everywhere, the sound of horns, bikers who overtake each other.
I think not so different from the atmosphere of Jakarta City, but the difference is that the air in Bandung is not too hot, even fairly cool, even though at that time the sun was shining very very hot.
along the way Kinan talked to Uncle Martin in Manado, and I just fell silent unable to notice what they were talking about.
but what I cried seemed to be only small talk like a family who had not met for a long time.
"Well so Jhonathan is both practicing in the hospital where Kianan also??" ask uncle Martin
"Yes Uncle but no longer than Kinan"
"ohhh being Kinan's younger brother??" tannya
"not even uncle, I'm perfect to break some semsters for one reason or another, so the smooth is a bit late" I explained as I watched Kinan through the glass.
"Jhonathan is three years different from Kinan's uncle, but first Kinan hehe" said Kinan continued our conversation.
"ohhhhh, which real Jonathan? " say Uncle
"The father of the original mother of Java, only from SD class 2 or 3 so it moved to Jakarta, nyampe now in Jakarta" I replied
"mmmmm, Muslim??" tannya
I don't know why this kind of question is what I'm afraid of, even if the answers are just "Yes" and "no", but it feels like something has kept me quiet for a while.
