Longsuffering
Your place is here
my breath is oversea
blow upon the paths of life
duhai heart! I'm still going home..
- Vishnu
Bandung, Andra - Teh Rumi - Kang Indra - Wita - Satria
"Andraaaa people.... !! Papa cepet iihhh!! Mom wants to see the deal. Gratitude-gratitude can memgebatalin wedding event", the absurd speech of Rumi Tea is now roaring in the typical home court with a variety of ornamental plants. The plants he bought to meet the equality of current trends with the socialites gank baso aci and seblak mothers named 'former young mamah'.
"Newly also at eight this Mah. ih. kayak mamah aja who want to 'delivery' (edited)". Seloroh Kang Indra stopped his wife's babbling. While Andra is busy checking her phone, hoping that if her boss who she has crowned her brother is contacting her.
Today will be a historic day for Andra who will deliver congratulations on behalf of her superiors for the wedding under the names of Wita and Satria. A history that would depurate the pitch-black ink for the life of the superior whom he had long regarded as his brother, the only human figure who became his family, Vishnu.
Now the car driven by Andra has driven through the streets of Bandung, to Jl. Halimun Palasari to fulfill the sincerity of the sense that has been perfectly recorded in the history of love of the superior.
The building that he had prepared for Vishnu's mandate to make the wedding of the Wita a luxurious and modern concept, but still inserts a timeless classic impression, Malaka Hotel Bandung with its flagship glass house, Bengal, making outdoor parties that are more memorable with a special romantic atmosphere for the Wita.
Now his car pulled over in a parking area that had been filled with several invited guest vehicles. The time on his watch has shown at eleven o'clock in the afternoon. He and Kang Indra did not heed the desire of Teh Rumi who wanted to see the marriage contract of Wita and Satria.
"This is why does it sound like a lot of children's voices?", teh Rumi commented on the atmosphere of the parking lot that sounded like children's voices. Then there were some invited guests who went back and forth whispering with faces full of question marks.
"Ndra..no problem right?", asked Kang Indra reassuringly.
"There's no Kang. Everything I'm sure is okay. Three days ago I had made sure this place was safe" Andra replied as she spread her gaze.
The three heartbroken men then set their feet towards the large hall area with a minimalist hotel architectural style that carries the concept of eco-green. A large hall separated from the main building of the hotel and connected with a beautiful green terrace.
The scene that was presented now did not match what they had prepared in their minds. There were hundreds of children present sitting in the guest chair provided. Downstream the invited guests greet some people who look charismatic and edifying. Then they saw some of them swapping souvenir barcodes with beautiful objects that Andra had ordered as many as one thousand and five hundred pieces.
The sight that made the three mortals who were struck by the heart wound frown. Until the voice of the MC who was on the stage said, "again welcome to the invited guests, enjoy our banquet. Greetings from Mba Wita and Pak Satria, may sharing activities with orphans today bring blessing to all of us. For guests who want to visit directly with them, Mba Wita and Pak Satria are now in his house. Gentlemen, Aa-Teteh, could meet them directly there. But first let us enjoy our next treat, aisha wife of the Apostle!"
The sound of the clinking of the guitar and the melodious voice of the song accompany the festive party today, the party with the excitement of the children, the party sharing with the orphans? The current party concept changed from what Andra, Kang Indra and Teh Rumi thought.
So, Andra's car is now traveling at high speed, then several times the sound of a horn sounded by the Andra when the traffic jam arrived. They must arrive at Wita's house soon. To make sure, make sure that Wita will be theirs!
Arriving at Wita's small house, they found a very moving answer. Seen by the Andra, Satria was on the front porch with her friends.
"Hahahaha.lo emang from the past did not match Wita. Wita is my target.if I can not, you also do not ngarep can" said friend Satria sneered while sipping the syrup.
"gileee. bini lo inget at home" replied another friend as he puffed cigarette smoke reminiscent of his friend's silly chatter.
"Hahahaha.I salute you Sat! You must have the best soul mate" said the man in the batik shirt who sat right next to Satria.
"Wish bro. ask for the best for me with Wita. Wita good girl, I'm also a little good if not wrong... So pray only", said Satria ended the laughter of the friends and the word aamiin full of seriousness.
Andra is now accompanying Teh Rumi to meet Wita. The woman named Wita had just finished her dzuhur prayer in her private room, she was surprised to find the presence of Rumi Tea. Wita looked at the special guest. The last guest he met this afternoon, today.
He found with his naked eye the Andra behind the body of Rumi Tea. Andra smiled and left the two women in the room of the bride who had canceled her wedding.
"Mamah Adhis.", said Wita while holding a mukena that he had just folded.
Rumi's tea ran without stale towards him. He then hugged Wita who had been standing looking at him. The embrace of the Vita with tears that broke through the silence of the heart that he had faded since Vishnu and his Adhis left. Not ignorant and clueless, he was just trying to figure out what was happening.
"Wita... the mother Adhis.. her mother Adhis.", with a mouthful of Tea Rumi embraced Wita without pause.
Rumi Tea then straightened her body, looking at every inch of the beautiful face of a woman named Dewita Maharani. Covered that beautiful face with both palms of her hands.
The palm of the hand that once stroked the little Vishnu gently. His handsome younger brother, whom he always takes to the park after his mother bathes him and wears baby shoes. The palm of the hand that used to comb Vishnu's cute black hair. Palms are always ready to be busy berjibaku in the kitchen to prepare a favorite food of Vishnu when returning from the city where his sister went to college. His sister.he would see a happy twinkle in his sister's eyes now. He will make sure of that!!!
Meanwhile, on the front porch Andra ventured to approach Satria who had been busy receiving guests. Seen by Wita's mother, Salim, also Satria's parents are both busy chatting with guests and neighbors. They offer warm talk and laughter. What a sight he could not have thought of before. They have the courage to face reality. The reality of a great human plan which is put off by a sense that cannot be forced.
"Satria sir", Andra tried to say hello.
"yes?", replied Satria astonishment. Someone he didn't know greeted him. Was one of the clients who accidentally came to her wedding - that was null and void? Some of the clients sometimes become mysterious figures and do not want to show themselves before the fate of their cases is clear.
"Andra?? sorry??", asked Satria for more explanation from the interlocutor.
"I am Andra, his personal assistant Mr. Vishnu. ", replied Andra who was immediately greeted by the laughter of the Satria.
"Hahahaha.. See...!!!"
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Bern, Vishnu
This afternoon at exactly 10:17 in Switzerland is a day that still feels heavy for Vishnu. He was looking at his old grandfather who was running after his Adhis in the garden of the city house he had been visiting for a while, Bern. The old city is included in the UNESCO world cultural heritage site by offering views of the old and beautiful city.
It looks like the grandfather who is none other than the father of Restari laughed showing his happy hue. He will continue to give up his longing for the grandson who has the same eyeballs as his youngest daughter who has passed away.
Vishnu ceaselessly stared at their movements and occasionally stared at the blue of the bright sky today. The same sky enveloped the soul of the man he now longed for. Long time he brushed off all his thoughts that yesterday was very chaotic. Of course, because yesterday was the time he wanted to erase in his life history. The story is about a man named Satria! Then for a moment he shook his head as his brain thought that this was the dawn of time with the wet body and hair of his beloved woman in the country. DAMNIT DAMNIT!!
Deciding to turn her phone back on would probably slightly reduce the mess of her heart. He can read some articles about world architecture or listen to the latest news about the company business opportunities that his friend has here.
The phone turns on slowly after it is reactivated. The new phone with the new number was yesterday deliberately turned off to just avoid. He did not want to receive any news from Andra, Teh Rumi or Kang Indra about the marriage of the Wita.
Sure enough, the three humans that Vishnu feared would contact him yesterday had filled out incoming call notifications and dozens of unread chats. Not yet had he read the incoming chat from Kang Indra, the incoming call on behalf of Andra appeared on the screen of his phone.
What do you think?, the time here shows at 10:17, of course he can estimate the hour yamg is in Andra's room it shows at 04:17 in the morning.
"Hallo. assalamu'alaikum Ndra".
"Hallo bang.. Brother yesterday where was it? the phone is off?", asked Satria.
"Yes, I am in Switzerland Ndra, where do you know", replied Vishnu while giving him a small laugh.
"Not funny bang!!"
"I am no longer funny", replied Vishnu relaxed.
"Abang..must be home soon!! this IS IMPORTANT!!", Andra's firm tone makes the feathers of Vishnu feel different. He remembered this tone had been heard from Kang Indra's voice when he told her that her mother was dead. Instantly his mind grew chaotic.
"What is Ndra??", asked Vishnu in a worried tone.
"mba Wita bang.. mba Wita.", said Andra stammered.
"Wita?? Wita why"?
Silence for a moment when Vishnu raised a question with concern. I don't know why Andra became a stutterer and gagu when talking to him. Dirty thoughts were milling around in his head about Wita at this moment.
"The flight must return to Indonesia immediately. Soon!!!" andra's reply added to Vishnu's heart and breath instantly.
"MATAEA... WHAT'S WITH WITA??? YAWAAAB!!!"
"Mba Wita. mba Wita. she. canceled her wedding, I'm sure.. mba Wita. she. still loves brother!!"
Vishnu's body immediately retreated, leaning on the porch door pole of the house. His hands trembled his chest rumbled, his cell phone he threw in his grasp, falling following the weak direction of his body. Instantly the sweet smile of the woman in the white ash uniform flashed in her gaze, the beautiful pharas with the ash book and cute caricature drawings greeted back her memories.
"Wita..", in a murmur he chanted the most beautiful name of his life. The tears fell without asking the soul's permission.
Wita. miss this is yours alone. Just for you....
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Friday bersaaaah.. let me guyur kopii, bungaa, loveaa and others...
thumbs like not to forget. Daaaannn. Make provision of Wisnu fare back to Indonesia🤣🤣😜
The one yesterday was already drescode for his party W couple. make sure according to the theme made Rumi Tea yes....😁😁😁🤭🤭🤭
