Longsuffering

Embolden Yourself

Dust on the mirror of the soul

She is sweet yet sweet

Let it! I enjoy my black shadow

-Wita

Bandung, Wita-Lanis - Adhis - Rumi

Two weeks have passed, Wita is getting better. Lanis the best friend always accompany himself in the free time he has. Accompanied by Lanis and Rani, Wita becomes brave enough to face her. He knew very well that his steps in life were a fateful decision he could no longer bargain with. If the fate of his life could he bargain to turn for a moment on the wheel of time 7 years ago, he would decide not to fulfill the wishes of the friend who blatantly revealed his deepest heart about love, Tara.

“You better talk to Vishnu, Wit!”. Lanis's request was indeed the toughest request he had to fulfill. .should!!!. Wita had to try to dry the wound that soaked every recess of her soul to get it done. Of all the guilt and misery. The awesomeness about facing the reality of his broken heart that he felt he had to finish immediately. Let Wita realize that everything will be fine. Vishnu's life was at its proper point, even with the life of Vita. Is that not what is called destiny?.

It is difficult for Wita to try Lanis's request, but Wita must not be a loser who continues to run from the pain he suffered. Let him try!. With confidence that is on the verge of doubt, Wita will still try.

This morning while inhaling the air of Embung Gemintang among the green grass of the garden in front of his office room he sat. Give yourself up on this day that he will go through.

“you can Wita!, rest assured you can!”, Rani breaks a deep silence with a wave of wind greeting her fingers that she keeps linking to the hijab she uses. Sure, it will, right? Wita.. stand upright like the old trees, which you always take care of every day with the morning water.

“bundaaa..” the shrill cry of Adhis from a distance breaks the doubt he craves in the chest. Instantly the little girl who if she observes carefully is so similar to the face of Vishnu hugged him without cue. Ah Wita. Why don't you realize it.

“aku.. Mother Wita where?”. Adhis straightened his head looking closely at the eyes of Wita who was both staring at a deep longing. Duhai Adhis! if only you knew how much this miss was inevitable. If only this universe could meet its owner to simply beg to stop time, please stop the story of Adhis and Wita until the day he does not know who Adhis really is. Why does his stupidity repeat itself?. He studied Adhis with all his emotions, without examining the true identity of Adhis. Blame his busy life, until he ignored the documents of Adhis that Zahra kept on his desk. Then he prefers to put the map in the work drawer without knowing that it actually brings disaster.

“Mother yesterday is sick, so have to rest a few days”, Rani answered Adhis question. Wita seems to have not been able to open the voice to say long to the child. Wita can only caress the tiny back of Adhis and give the sweetest smile he has for Adhis. Instantly Adhis came down from his lap and spoke with a happy twinkle.

“mom are now healthy? Is that why school?" the little boy asked. "Aphis has a gift for the mother, because the mother is already healthy, yesterday when Adhis healthy mother gave the gift of Adhis a walk picking guava fruit, now Adhis has a gift for the mother”.

Adhis then ran away from the chair that Wita and Rani were sitting in. He opened his bag enthusiastically. I don't know what Adhis was looking for in his little bag.

“even his son likes you. I'm sure Vishnu will not be as angry as you imagine”, Rani said a sentence that he really really feared. Vishnu's anger at him deserves it. It is appropriate for someone who is not able to take care of the heart as he is. But, can he make a self-defense?.

“you made an appointment with his mother Adhis, ask for the meeting of his father Adhis. Do not be delayed, you must immediately handle your health”. Oh Rani. is not Wita do not know about it, but how his legs will step if the wound he made actually become a bullet for himself.

“sim salabim... gift to mother” Adhis is now in front of Wita and Rani again, with a piece of paper that looks tangled due to irregular folds. Of course, Adhis did.

“ini Adhis make your mother's time not in school. Adhis is great, right mom, yes?”

“this is me, this is Mother Wita”. Adhis showed a picture he made of hand scratches depicting the figure of a small person, a figure of a person made of simple lines that he referred to as himself, the figure of a person who is made of simple lines, and a slightly larger picture that he claims to be of Wita. What a scratch that Adhis makes shows if Adhis has unstable emotions. @

Wita understands very well, if the picture is small with the location at the bottom or corner of the paper that Adhis made really express the feelings of the little girl who was feeling insecure and not feeling good enough. @ Then what about the heart shape that Adhis revealed to him?, please Adhis. Wita was unable to resist the movement of her body to hold me while hugging Adhis warmly. Puddles of tears that he held in his eyes did not feel dripping on the back of the fingers that he smoothed on the back of the child.

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With Adhis on the first day after the incident of his meeting with Vishnu, spread a smile and laugh cheerfully, singing and playing, even Adhis misses him terribly, then what happened?, what happened?, if in fact he could not avoid that he also missed the little girl. Oh please Wita, can he just resign to Miss Tarmin now? in order not to have to deal with the greatness of his love for the Adhis who has secretly occupied the warmth of his heart.

You don't have to be a loser, do you?. Wita will establish himself to face, yes.. FACE IT!!. The professionoalism that he has always held high is now getting the bets he deserves to fight for his victory. Along with his courage, he began a sentence that made his mama Adhis frown in astonishment.

“Vishnu? His father Adhis?” tanya Rumi tea reassuring.

“iya. I need to meet with his father Adhis, Mr. Wisnu”, Wita tried to convince the mama despite his lips shaking with noble sweat slipping through the pores of his facial skin.

“ahs.. Vishnu usually come to Bandung on Saturday or Sunday, but I will try to make it so that Vishnu can come here on weekdays”.

“nothing mama, I follow his schedule Adhis father only. If he is available on the weekend end, I do not mind” Wita answer full assertiveness.

“oh so yes, okay then mah. Saturday may be yes, I try to make Vishnu try to come on that day. And.” Rumi Tea pauses the sentence. “by the way about Vishnu. This is a gift from Vishnu for Mother Wita. From Surabaya, yesterday there was a task there. Eh. biasalah. tu his favorite student mother Wita ngoceh continues to ask to be brought by-by mother Wita he said”.

Two boxes of Almond Crispy Cheese chocolate flavored were on Wita's desk. The food that he bit slowly felt so bitter on the tongue. Vishnu, do you ever forget the chocolate that Wita likes?.

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