JIWO PROMISE

Encounter

"Jiwo, Mom."

The deg! Heart Day beats harder than it should.

Jiwo.

He will not forget that name.

The name of such a sweet man was stored in the heart of Witri, his wife.

But is he the one?

Hari still took the time to look back at Jiwo after their hands were unraveled.

Some of his memory tried to remember the photo of a guy he accidentally found in the bottom layer of the wardrobe in Witri's room first.

Similar anyway. The difference in the photo is that Jiwo does not have glasses and looks a little thin.

But looking at her smile and hair, Today sure is the Jiwo she thought she was.

"Mas is also from Jogja?" jiwo asked kindly on the Day that was now sitting right next to him.

Day waiting for Pak Harsa and Menteng who are busy making serious phone calls with their respective phones.

"Yes. Mount kidul exactly. Where is the Jogjanya?" tanya Hari with heart returned with guts. Please-please be anxious with the answer that will come out of Jiwo's mouth.

"Sleman, Mas." replied Jiwo with a smile.

Srr....Blood Day seemed to flow very quickly upon hearing that answer.

Closer to his guess.

"My wife used to be a school in Sleman but vocational. With vocational or public schools first?" fishing Day with a heartbeat that has not returned to normal.

"Vocational, Mas. STM mining department." Jiwo replied with a smile.

"Will the mining officer?" ask Hari with a joking tone.

"That's how it is." Jiwo replied while laughing shyly.

"People prosper means." said Hari with a big smile.

"He's a big paycheck, Mom. I wouldn't have gone hungry if she had to support her family."

Hari remembers Witri's talk to Mamak when she accidentally heard about Jiwo for the first time from the results of eavesdropping on Witri and Mamak's conversation, on the first day she became Witri's husband.

This is Jiwo...

"Aami...Yes, it can make a little fun for parents, Mas." said Jiwo humbled.

"No wife yet?" ask Hari with a serious look.

Don't-don't he hasn't moved on from Witri...

"Yet. Haven't met his soul mate." replied Jiwo while chuckling.

The soul mate you want turns out to be my soul mate. Sorry, Wo...

"But already have a prospective dong for sure." fishing day later.

"The candidate has not. It's only been a few months" Jiwo replied honestly.

Thank goodness he has moved on.

"I wish you this same match" said Hari sincerely.

"Aamiin.makasih Mas pray." said Jiwo with a shy smile.

"Her marriage has been a long time, Mas?" jiwo asked with a curious face.

"About two years." replied Hari while staring at Jiwo calmly.

He wanted to see Jiwo's face change with his answer just now.

And he could catch a thin cloudy layer that instantly adorned Jiwo's eyes.

Does he know that Witri got married two years ago and he is reminiscing about it?

"Why is she so sad? Something happened to you two years ago?" tanya Hari slightly let down her voice.

Jiwo was a little surprised by the estimate that day.

"Not really. Just two years ago, the woman I wanted to marry was married to someone else. Remuk Mas taste." said Jiwo while chuckling sadly.

Day fell silent in sympathy, also feeling a little guilty.

I separated two people who loved each other.

"Why did he choose to marry someone else? Is she not in love?" tanya Hari tries to find out the cause of Jiwo's version of separation.

"I don't know. I was wrong not to move so fast. I am used to doing one action and then waiting for his reaction first, just acting again. My last action did not get a response, so I thought he did not want to wait and be with me." explained Jiwo slowly.

Then his heart wound has not healed properly.

Hari and Jiwo were equally glued in place, with straight-forward gazes, and with one equal female face in their minds.

But that's not the truth Wo. if you know...

"Have you seen her since she got married?" tanya Hari while looking at Jiwo who was still looking straight ahead.

"Yet. And I guess it's not necessary either. He belongs to people. I just need to give up and pray for happiness for him." replied Jiwo with a sore smile.

"Will you pray for him?" tanya Hari looked back at Jiwo.

"Personally no longer." Jiwo sighed for a moment. "Not not want. But there are more entitled and obliged to pray for and strive for the well-being of his birth and mind. Her husband's. It would be very presumptuous and impolite for me to take those rights and obligations from the person who has become its rightful owner."

Jiwo commented a thin smile.

"I continue to pray for him as a fellow Muslim. I also pray for the njenengan as a fellow Muslim" Jiwo said with a smile on the transfixed Day.

This guy is really special.

"Surely, is she happy with her husband now? If she does not love her husband or her husband is not good?" tanya Day deepened to know Jiwo's heart.

"InshaaAllah she's happy. I can only hope so. The problem is that she is in love or not with her husband, only she knows." Jiwo replied with a smile.

"But she will definitely still act as a good wife to her husband, because she is very responsible with whatever she has chosen. May her husband be like that." Jiwo continued.

Day is back.

"Commonly try to find out about him? Yes make a curious medicine possible." asked Day again.

"No, Mas. Make what? We have our own path. He chose the path first. And I'm sure he chose that path there must be a strong reason. I also have to start walking again so that it is not too far behind." kekeh Jiwo. Day smiled in response.

"Har, let's walk." Menteng called from five meters away from where the two of them were sitting decapitating their chatter.

"OK." replied Hari while rushing to her feet but not yet moving.

He seemed to be thinking hard while staring at Jiwo.

"May I ask you one more?" tanya Day later.

"Can. Monggo, what do you want to ask?" jiwo asked with a face of astonishment.

"Har, come." take Menteng again.

"One minute, please." pinta Hari on Menteng.

"OK." replied Menteng with a curious face.

"Is this thing we're talking about called Jawitri?" tanya Hari after turning back to Jiwo.

!!!!!!

Jiwo almost choked on his own saliva hearing a question that he did not suspect at all.

The roof of the building seemed to collapse on his head when Jiwo heard the question..

"Fans with bataanya? Her husband?" jiwo asked with a pias face and a heart in the fog.

What if he's gonna run amok with Witri? Oh Allah.don't....

Jiwo was immediately horrified by the result of the uncontrollable chatter earlier.

"If the answer is Jawitri, yes, I am her husband." replied Hari while looking fixedly at Jiwo with a calm gaze, without the slightest intimidation. A little calms Jiwo down.

"Astagfirullahaladzim's chat...Mas.ma.ma.sorry.not mean sa...yes..."

No papa. I'm even relieved to meet you." cut Hari cut off Jiwo's panic that was immediately fixated "Witri will be fine. I can make sure he'll be happy with me. And I won't let him down for choosing me." continued Hari with a look of conviction. Jiwo was only able to nod.

"Yes. I believe he will be happy as long as possible" Jiwo said in a choked voice.

"I pray you meet your soul mate immediately and be happy." continued Hari while patting Jiwo's arm slowly. A sincere smile accompanied the prayer that day.

"Aamiinu. Thank you for the Day. Maturnuwun his prayer." replied Jiwo with glassy eyes.

"I'll go first. Hopefully we can meet again next time." said Hari while extending her hand and shaking tightly and warm hands Jiwo.

"Yes. Be careful, Mom. Please forgive all my talk earlier." Jiwo said with a pleading gaze.

"There's nothing wrong with your talk. Take it easy, this will be our secret." said Hari while glancing and made Jiwo smile with relief.

"I'm saying yes. Assalamualaikum." said Hari while waving and rushing half-running approaching Menteng who was already mengedumel while walking fast.

Jiwo sits limp after Day is no longer visible.

Oh Allah...I met her husband Witri...

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