Longsuffering

God's riddles

if you ask about dreams

he wraps up beauty

god is always a riddle

answer the strangled prayers

through pain and fighting

-Wita

Bandung-Jakarta, Wita-Ibu-Teh Rumi-Wisnu

Tonight, I was checking out some invitations that had to be spread out. No one can be missed. Her relatives, friends, neighbors and loyal customers have been trading porridge since her husband was alive.

I can't deny that her feelings are mixed now. Her daughter, who was always spoiled by her husband, will now give up her free time. After many stories that his daughter traveled with stories that are not logical.

Finding Wita who woke up from a coma due to an accident that befell him was the biggest gift for him. Then her daughter's most difficult times must be faced when Wita loses her memory. The worst thing he just knew was the trauma that Wita had just learned from Vishnu.

For a moment, he woke up to the figure of Vishnu. Mother glazed over remembering that name. He saw a pile of wedding souvenirs that were quite luxurious for him. Then the printed invitations at fantastic prices. Not to mention the expensive catering costs. All of them have been paid off without reducing the contents of the wallet. Not the Satria family that has paid it off, because before the Satria family visited to give some money for the wedding costs of his daughter all paid off.

Andra did it all. With all the needs of his daughter's marriage Andra fulfilled. "Don't kid Andra, I've prepared the cost. Ko why is this?". He asked Andra. "If this is how you can't be so good. Especially if Wita knows".

"Eatya do not let Mba Wita know. This is my boss's order ma'am. I can be fired if I don't get the order done"

"Please tell Vishnu son, don't be like this. Mom's not good"

"For Vishnu, maybe this is the only way he can make up for all his mistakes. He just hopes that Wita can be happy. He extended his apology to his mother and to his late father as well. Please do not refuse, ma'am. In order to reduce his guilt, Mr. Vishnu".

Mother.he breathed long. If he had not forced Wita to accept an arranged marriage with Satria, perhaps his daughter would have freely chosen the man she loved. The sadness experienced by Wita and followed by the death of the husband is not the fault of Vishnu. He doesn't have to feel responsible for that. Mother had given it up as her destiny today.

Mother then decided to step foot into the room of Wita which has since been closed contains its inhabitants with moist eyes after returning home between Vishnu. He saw the princess bowed cupped her face to her dresser. There was a faint hiccup in the ear.

"Wita.." Mom tried to say hello. Wita puffed up with a red face full of tears.

"Ibuuu.", Wita hugged her mother and shed all her tears.

"Don't push yourself too much! This marriage is not something that should be forced. If you're not sure, leave!!" Wita did not stop her crying. Her crying voice grew louder as the mother said, "married not to drop a promise, but to tie two hearts together to have each other. Do you already have that for Satria?" Mother straightened Wita's body asking for answers from the child.

"Istikharah Wita!! let your heart be calm", mother.

"But.. Wita's wedding is soon", replied Wita lirih.

"This is a battle on the battlefield that we do not know who the winner is. You can't arrogantly conclude something", replied the mother.

"Mother.would be ashamed if Wita acted rashly", replied Wita.

"Mom will be more embarrassed even sick if you find your marriage can not make you happy. Marriage is not a game for mom".

Wita hugged her mother back.. What to do at the moment. The pain he felt continued to trace every inch of heart he had. Until the middle of this night, he was based on his inability to understand and accept everything that happened.

In his long prostration he poured out all weeping and submission. Leaning all his life to the Nature Owner of the Universe and Its Seisi, the Ruler of the Universe and His All-Serving Footprint.

"God, I really have no power to hurt anyone. I also have no power to boast about giving happiness to anyone. I can only rely on You to do what is best for me..

Allaahumma innii astakhiiru bi'ilmika wa astaqdiru bi qudratika as'aluka min fadhlikal a'zham fainnaka aqdiru wa ta'lamu wa laa a'lamu wa anta 'allaamul ghuyuubu..."

By Wita.. Satria was a friend during her High School who never stopped adoring her. Satria always put Wita on the highest throne wherever he is. Satria did not have the slightest spot for her to hurt.

But Vishnu, for him is a man who has never been replaced. Always charming, vibrating every recess of his soul and capable of beautifully knitting his entire world.

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The next day Wita awoke from sleep with a slightly throbbing head. How not, all day he spent time crying. After the morning prayers he decided to go back to sleep. It is better to leave for Jakarta a little later than the previous plan. Then prepare some things for office affairs in his rented house only.

And sure enough, his body this time felt better than it was this morning. He then prepared with his rasel bag to leave for the capital.

"don't you ask for a day off, Wit?" ask mom while preparing breakfast for Wita.

"No ma'am, actually from Wita's office was closed. That time of mourning. But different with Wita ma'am. Wita will take a leave of absence. This Wita karin used to be the same business of the Vishnu mas office. So not too embarrassed if you fit the holidays" said Wita while eating a balado dish of purple eggplant and fried chicken made by the mother.

"You.. are you sure? already istikhoroh?" ask mom to investigate.

"Istikhoroh ma'am, just last night. Wita. Wita. just go through what Wita has planned. I just pray for Wita".

Mom took a long breath. Sip the black tea with one sip. He is only able to leave everything to God Sanh the Owner of Life.

"Sister, so to Jakarta? use an office car or travel?" Salim with plain t-shirts and fresh fragrance perfume snatching bala-bala (bakwan) warm made by mother.

"Sit you when you eat!", said the mother.

Wita just shook his head and smiled and replied, "Sister use travel only, if you take it to Jakarta using the office car also keep it, brother can not use. Brother can't drive, you also have to go straight back here".

"Mba Revita not going to Jakarta?"

"Still have to take care of things here. Not what my own brother is".

Towards a travel major Bandung-Jakarta does not take a long time by using a Salim motorbike. However, the motorbike driven by Salim must turn to the gas station first even though the travel distance is not so far away.

"Fill the gasoline first, brother, afraid of the hunt runs out".

While waiting for Salim to fill up the gasoline, Wita took the time to buy a minimarket to buy snacks that can accompany him while on the trip. But suddenly a pat on the arm made him turn his head.

"Mother Wita.."

"Oh. mama Adhis?"

"again in Bandung. Where are you going?", asked Teh Rumi when he saw the look of Wita with a backpack and a brown box motif tunic and broken white trousers combined with the sneakers that Wita wears.

"Jakarta mah, I want to go to Jakarta. Mama again in Bandung too? same Adhis?"

"yes with Adhis. Yesterday Adhis wanted to follow his father. Very spoiled now he went to his father. Yes, even if it is just at night. Vishnu mah this morning also ngacir aja to Jakarta".

"owh.", replied Wita had no other words to comment on what Rumi Tea said.

"Who's going to Jakarta?"

"Himself mah", replied Wita smiling.

"Bring the car?"

"No, I use travel" replied Wita.

"Iiih. if that is with you, we will be the same going to Jakarta. Later in the anter to the destination" persuaded Teh Rumi.

Wita seems to refuse. He kept looking for reasons not to go together.

"Come yes motheraa. later Adhis will be seneng you know".

Finally, with the persuasion and seduction style of Rumi Tea seasoned with his dreadlocks, Wita was in the same car. And sure enough, Adhis has now been in the lap of Wita since the first Wita was in the car.

Rumi Tea smiled cunningly as she had finished typing something on her phone.

"Nu.. Where are you? andra said today not to be"

"at home Tea, a little unwell. It's also sleeping"

"yes it's snobs keatirahkeun heula we" (yes it's rest first).

Bandung-Jakarta trip this time is fairly smooth. Rumi tea with the nature of 'sukeuh' it now persuades Wita with something else.

"Come to the house first! someone wants to love".

As powerful as Wita refused Teh Rumi's request, but in the end he relented after Teh Rumi said, "there is a gift for the wedding of Mother Wita, must be loving before Mother Wita officially married".

Wita pecked at the words of Teh Rumi. "consider it such a prenuptial gift", Teh Rumi giggled himself answered the questionable gaze of Wita. "not. not from Vishnu. Vishnu mah taueun" said Teh Rumi.

Vishnu's car carrying Teh Rumi, Adhis and Wita and the driver named Mang Ujang was now pulled over in front of Vishnu's house. A spacious and comfortable house, with a classy architectural style. This house really signifies its ownership.

"ayoo. enter. Adhis invited his parents in" said Teh Rumi.

Adhis dragged Wita's hand towards the house. Passing through the living room and some rooms.

"Aphis.mama wait there aja", whispered Wita to Adhis while pointing towards the living room.

"Aphis wants to pee first, you just wait here!", said Adhis who is now in the dining room.

"Eh.. Why are you here? this must be Adhis ni.. fearing the mother saying her kayak", joroh Teh Rumi when she found Wita in the dining room.

"drink first Mother Wita!", while offering cold white water Rumi Tea treats Wita.

"Thank you, but mah. I can not stay here long" said Wita.

"yes. ko hurriedly anyway?", to the chagrin of Tea Rumi replied. Pouring the ginger potion that is still steaming on a cup of tea Rumi said, "if so can love this first to Vishnu?!, I think he is less rest so sick. Please give me a pity.His room ask Adhis! Teteh find the card first in the workspace Vishnu. Let Mother Wita not long here, so we both work together. Mother to the room of Vishnu, teteh to the workspace Vishnu", said Teh Rumi while breezing away half-run. What an absolutely absurd and ridiculous speech.

Wita continued to look at the steaming wedang potion doubtfully. Up to a few seconds. "ayoo mother. iih kok lamaaaa", the pull of his Adhis hand breaks his daydream.

Doubtful he stepped, towards the bed inhabited by the figure he had thought of last night. He fell asleep with a blanket and cold sweat filling the skin.

"ayah.. ayaah.. take medicine first!!", Adhis wiggled the shoulders of Vishnu.

"Aaa dhiiss.. have you come home? I can rest for a minute.. Adhis wants bobo with dad?" half asleep Vishnu muttered.

"said mamah father drink first.that mother has brought her drink"

"mother..?" vishnu replied with his eyes closed. For a moment he realized the scent of perfume that he recognized, immediately made him wake up and ask again. "Mother Wita?? how can it be here?"

Vishnu was surprised to find Wita here, at his home. The house he accidentally built for someone in his past. That person is really in this house.

"Drink first Adhis father, let it heal quickly!" answer Wita while offering a cup of ginger wedang that will warm Vishnu's body and heart!