Longsuffering

Beautiful Dream

I'm not sure

my dream is beautiful

if this heart

I can no longer reach the depths of my longing

for you

-Wita

Bandung, Vishnu-Kang Indra-Mother

The answer that Vishnu got from the figure of a man younger than him was really beyond his prediction. "I don't care what you talk about Mr. Vishnu, Wita IS NOT SICK, if you want to compete with me we compete gently, Mr. Vishnu. Don't override the past as your reason, Wita I will get it any way!!!".

Satria, the man he thought could give Wita happiness was in fact nothing more than a hot-hearted young man. Does Satria not know, if his actions have awakened the sleeping tiger calm in the clash of his heart. Vishnu has now determined his heart, noting in his war book that he will fight for his woman until the last blood point. Not only the pain that his woman suffered that he will submit, but the heart of his past lover that he will fight back, note!

"How's the bang, already? can you?", Andra's question when Vishnu arrived in front of his car parked in the backyard of the law firm building Satria.

"We'll see later, now we go home first to Rumi's tea house, I want to talk first with Indra kang". Of course, now he needs to ask his brother-in-law's opinion so that what he will do in the future is no longer rash. His future is at stake.

"Have Adhis and Teteh reached home yet.

"already bang, Rumi tea again masakin my favorite jengkol stew. Beuh.so want to cepet nyampe this house".

Vishnu can only smile at the babbling Andra between the way back to the house of the brother. His best friend and personal assistant is the most advanced person to help find various information about Wita.

"The company where Wita works does not endanger Wita right?, Ndra?" ask Vishnu for a moment.

Endangering what Vishnu meant. Andra slightly frowned, work yes work...what is the danger?.

"mba Wita looks enjoying with her new job bang. Never seen sick or complaining while in the office.

"Awas if your man is misinformed" threatened Vishnu firmly. "Well, don't believe it? I'm sending you a picture now".

Vishnu opened the photo that Andra sent. Looks beautiful face Wita is looking at her laptop seriously. He then saw several other photos that showed the sweet smile of the Wita. Without realizing it, Vishnu was grateful for what he saw. Although it was true what Andra said, Wita looked thinner now

"Don't look too much at the picture!", Andra teased behind the wheel that was not heeded by his best friend and boss.

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"ayaaaah.", cried Adhis as he ran to welcome Vishnu at the door.

"Wish.. Daddy's son is already sampe first, cape no?" ask Vishnu.

"No, because I want to make a cake together mamah, make Mother Wita", replied Adhis in the arms of the father.

"Mother Wita?" vishnu asked in surprise, "Teh..?", Vishnu's eyes were directed at Rumi's tea asking for the brother's explanation.

"euuh you are still being told fatherna!", Rumi's tea does not answer the wisdom of Vishnu.

"That.. every teteh to Bandung teteh like to make cakes continue to be sent to the house of the mother of Wita, but da enggak ko.. did not meet directly the mother of Vita ya Dhis?, according to the decree of the lord of Vishnu" the conspiracy of Adhisnya and Rumi tea is too, haduuh ...

After praying magrib Vishnu decided to sit on the back porch. He sipped a cup of warm coffee accompanying himself who was staring at the stars. The sky that he used to look warmly when longing for the lover now stretches his courage to withstand the same longing even though the distance of time has been traveled.

"Where? What are you going to do now?", asked Kang Indra while patting Vishnu's stocky shoulder.

"Is it is istikharah?", asked Kang Indra to investigate. "Give everything to God Wis., your life, your steps, your decisions will be light if you start with self-indulgence to God"

"You know Wis, when I asked your neighbor who clearly rejected the proposal akang? At that time I was angry and complained to your late mother. Mother only answered; do not over-exert the will, maybe what you think is good is bad for you, or vice versa. You only need to rely after the efforts and prayers that you do so that disappointment does not become the end of the destiny that you receive".

Yeah.right! he just needs to put everything in faith and the belief that God is his God who will be responsible for giving him the story of life.

****

"Wita does not want to be disturbed he said son Vishnu", replied the mother in front of the porch of her small house.

"How's Wita doing now, ma'am?" vishnu asked on his breath.

"Last night was a good night's sleep because he took sleeping pills after four consecutive days of insomnia and his occasional sleep was interrupted by nightmares".

"Mom often invited him to chat and ask what was burdening him but he never answered", continued the mother.

"Did Lanis ever suggest anything?" ask Vishnu.

"Mommy does not understand Vishnu, only Lanis said let Wita work and busy herself so that Wita's focus is distracted by her work".

It was sad and painful to hear that Witanya was now languishing in the depths of an unsettled soul. Wita, her little girl used to be in a gray-white uniform that always pinned a longed smile. Wita, the woman who always saves and inclines her fighting spirit for herself in the past. Wita, his favorite teacher of Adhis who fell from the pool of children who for him had become opium.

"Mother.", Vishnu ventured to ask softly and trembled.

"Is there no chance for me, mending my relationship with Wita. I.. love Wita".

The question is answered with the gaze of the mother with a smile and a warm rub on the arm belonging to the Vishnu. There is regret and hope from the look of the old eye addressed to Vishnu. To the mother, Wita is a priceless jewel and treasure.

"Mother regrets having forced Wita to accept Satria. Because I don't know anything about the mother's child. Mother had asked Wita to cancel this engagement, but Wita refused because she did not want to renege on the promise she had received. All you can do is buy time, give Wita a chance to think what's best for her". Mother's answer struck a deep chest of regret for Vishnu.

In his stride he then decided to leave the simple house. Get in his car and reach for the phone he kept in his shirt pocket.

It's somewhere else. In a small room with the scent of lavender fragrance Wita opened the phone that had just sounded a message sign into his mobile number.

08XXX'S CHAT..

assalamualaikum Wita's..

I was at your house

said your mother was on break

I brought a cake made by Adhis

he said to Mother Wita

hope you like it..

tonight, sleep well.

dream it beautiful

Good night

Vishnu