Longsuffering

Imam

You're a dry leaf

which is tucked into the book of my heart

beautiful and dustless

- Vishnu

Bandung, Salim-Wishnu-Wita-Satria

"Good bang, Salim wait", this afternoon is a good opportunity for Salim before Vishnu returns to Jakarta. Vishnu's educational background will greatly help his difficulties this time. Both took the concentration of architectural education had several discussions with Vishnu.

But that is not the reason behind his openness to Vishnu. Knowing if Vishnu is the past of Wita who will be responsible for the suffering that Vita is experiencing today, Salim fully realized if Vishnu is the answer to the adversity experienced by his brother.

"What if the afternoon is Lim?, I have to meet the client first in PVJ". Vishnu's answer in his phone. Afternoon is certainly okay for Salim because today is the day with the spare time he has.

"Wita is there Lim?", asked Vishnu in his wedlock.

"Sister is out with mom, he said to the market to cook later in the afternoon" replied Salim casually.

"owh.., he.. he means. Your brother.. How is his sleep?".

"Every night restless again bang, I was the same mother until waking up about 2 pm. My brother suddenly shouted. I think it's a nightmare again".

Wita, what Vishnu must do to heal all the wounds that Wita can never open and speak to the world. Wita, until when will you keep the wound in sorrow?, until Vishnu must gulp the bitterness of unrequited love and the love of the past.

"Yes we have met in the afternoon, Lim, just prepare the sources I mentioned", continued Vishnu.

"Good bang".

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"You must be we demennya chocolate taste, not exciting ah Wit chocolate just", joroh Rani in the kitchen small owned by Wita. The kitchen that blends with the living room and dining room looks messy with a variety of chocolate-dominated cake batter.

Satria and Wita's meeting plan must fail because of the presence of Rani and Lanis in his house. But don't blame Rani and Lanis, because this morning Wita contacted her two best friends to come this afternoon with an agenda to make a cake together.

For Lanis and Rani, friendship is a dead price to fight for. So, with the permission of her husband Rani can take her time this afternoon to visit Wita's house. While Lanis, she had to cancel the first date with her future husband in order to fulfill Wita's invitation. Yes, Wita is not only a friend to them, but Wita is a soul who needs their help.

Satria could only sigh deeply at the sight this afternoon. Didn't Wita know that Satria needed some privacy with him?

Meeting Lanis and Rani is not important to Satria. Rani and Lanis friends during Satria High School should understand if now Satria status is no longer a friend of High School for Wita, they should realize that Satria has now changed status to be.

"yes, I'll make another taste. Vanilla right?", answered Wita stopped Rani's babbling who had grumbled. Lanis even laughed mocking the friend who was clearly seen pouting.

"You have never changed this" Satria interrupted while chewing a cake made by Wita. "Look at that Wita, so more calm and graceful", continued Satria jemawa.

Lanis and Rani can only look at each other and smile. Like understanding and understanding each other in their gazes that collide with each other. Of course Wita changed, it took a lot of wounds and bitter memories that Satria did not want to know the historical record began and ended.

The joking and laughter of the four people who were reunion during High School was heard up to the middle room, until the figure of Vishnu stood right in front of them.

"Dad Adiiiis.", cried cheerfully Rani suddenly made Wita puffed up and looked towards Vishnu. "How are you? not the same as Adhis?".

"Alhamdulillah, good news Rani tea. Adhis is already in Jakarta", replied Wisnu kindly.

"Pak Vishnu.", Lanis approached. "How are you?".

"Good news from the doctor" Vishnu welcomed Lanis' hand and stepped towards the dining table where they had gathered.

Wita only continued to focus on the dough that he was printing on the baking sheet. Focusing on what he is doing right now is the best way. He had to regulate the rhythm of his heart and breath at this time.

"How is Satria?", asked Vishnu flatly.

"Fine Mr. Vishnu", replied Satria.

"Let's try the cake, really, really, Wita who makes it". Rani interrupts the tension that appears on the face of Satria and Vishnu.

"owh yes, I try yes", Vishnu tastes every inch of taste that infiltrates the sidelines of his tongue. The cake that he knew the taste was now able to feel again. The occasional cake occupies his backpack. Accompany his journey to take every second in realizing all his ideals between Bandung-Jakarta, first.

"The story is we got this uninvited guest?" search Satria while looking at Vishnu suspiciously.

Unable to answer Satria's insinuations, Salim's voice sounded as he descended the stairs. "Bang Vishnu, have you arrived? why don't you tell me?".

The atmosphere of Wita's kitchen now looks different. Only Rani and Lanis' babbling rang out the seemingly gripping atmosphere. While Satria and Wita choose to silence with their respective minds.

Until the magrib arrived, Satria decided to leave after a call came in contact with his cellphone. "i have an appointment with a client Wit, I say yes! if you change your mind to start nyicil our wedding preparations, you tell me".

Lanis and Rani finally go home. Wita looks at all his work that has been partly brought home by his two friends and.. Satria. His favorite cake, a cake that used to occasionally become his Wisnya stock. What has he done today?, should today be his alone day with Satria. But what is in his mind, to call Rani and Lanis?

Wita then looked at the room owned by her sister, Salim. Inside, the figure he missed was. I don't know when Vishnu was there. Maybe, just like his other friends. Vishnu will go home and he does not have to meet with Vishnu at this time. He then set foot into his room, he climbed the stairs with a suggestion in himself. Face Wita!, continue your determination!.

Adhan Maghrib is now reverberating, Wita with a light blue face waiting for the faithful sister who always leads her congregational prayer with her mother.

"mother ablution first yes", said the mother to Wita who was sitting facing the qibla in her home mosque. "iya bu..".

Sayup-sayup Wita heard a voice that had been shaking her heart since. Laughing with her sister, it became clearer to the door lips. Vishnu was now in his little mushola, standing on his back. His steadfast body literally burned every beat of his heart, heating up to the stillness of a jungle soul. The stray deepens and I am in longing.

"You imam Lim?", asked Vishnu to Salim.

"Abang. There are older ones"

"Hahahaha.", Vishnu's laughter resounded.

With the shahdu iqomat sung by Salim, Vishnu began his takbir with full submission.

Allohu...

....

Tabaarokalladzi...

Wita's eyes are now heating up, her face is down and her eyes are teary-eyed holding back any cries she wants to break.

Until his jekhusyuan while praying after saying greetings shaken with the memory of the father. Who was always a priest in every prayer of his magrib. Then filled his laughter in the twilight, "the desire of the father is not grandiose, enough he is responsible in your life, can be a priest, not only a priest in your prayers, but also a priest in your prayers, but the priest in every step of your life".

Father.this is Vishnu who wants Wita to introduce it. Father.this is the Vishnu that Wita is waiting for. Father.this is Vishnu who will be father's son-in-law. Father.this is Vishnu who will be the priest..

"Wita.", Vishnu's voice now broke the silence of his heart. He remained down on his tongue that stretched with all the arcing flavors.

"I say yes, I have to go to Jakarta. Andra was already angry because I skipped on".

Wita remains pegged in submissive resist agitated that snarls.

"I try to be here next week, during that time, you take care of yourself.., do not be too tired.., sleep not night-night..."

Silence ruled the room...

"sleep well, dream beautiful..!".

In unmoved silence, Wita lifted his face and looked at Vishnu who aligned himself by sitting cross-legged. I could not feel her tears falling in shady drops. Replying to the smile of Vishnu and save the message, with a soft voice from a strapping figure whose name is embedded in the heart, the Wisnya voiced..

"Don't be sad anymore...!"

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hello my darling.....🤗🤗

thank you dear readers, have accompanied Vishnu in breaking the heart of Wita..

how is it up this time???

gereget what gemes nih😌😌😌

how can Wita be destroyed??🥺🥺

yuk, dear love me, let Vishnu more spirit and more creative convince Wita, vote and his flower love that many yaa...😁😁😁

let Vishnu mas more romantic to Wita...

happy reading, thank you very much.

sorry inner birth kalo ad typo.hihihi🤭