Longsuffering

Perturbed

I have time to punish me

screeching my words and steps

burning self-importance

fight with unmitigated regret

-Wita

Bandung, Wita-Mother-Revita

The view of the sky this morning is cool and shady. Creep up the unstoppable longing, smothering oneself in silence. Wita began her new life, as if recording a sheet she had not touched throughout history. Though not today, he earned a new title about the rededited heart that he had. Though not today, he pinned love for the man of the heart.

Yesterday was an unforgettable story. Her mischievous high school friend, in fact, has risked her heart to give her a little happiness.

"Today is the work of Wit?", the mother who since yesterday cleaned the house due to the guests present, is now rolling a carpet that he has not been able to clean.

"Yes mom, Wita is not married. Yes, the marriage holiday is not so either. Shame on top and friends. Later considered eating a blind salary", Wita gave an answer but both hands were busy washing one by one glass and dishes in the kitchen. The kitchen is integrated with his family room.

So today, is a day that might be hard he went through. Because her marriage is void will be the center of everyone's attention. As now, at his desk overlooking a large glass with a view of the city of Bandung, Revita unceasingly raved like an infotainment reporter.

"So this is your decision?, Mr Satria seems to have a candidate. The risk is to apply the desire of parents yes this is this.. ". Revita said half in doubt and believed.

"Satria is not wrong Rev! this is our decision. I am also in charge", Wita answered while pursuing her pending tasks, trying to take her mind off the topic she did not want.

"Continue..? what next?", asked Revita curiously.

"Where's what? keep what?" ask Wita back.

"Yes if.. null marriage there must be another plan right?", Revita tried to guess.

"No, I have no plans" replied Wita. Let alone to make a plan, just dreaming about it Wita has not dared to do it. Although yesterday he had time to contact Vishnu when he obtained two wedding gifts from two people closest to Vishnu, Andra and Teh Rumi.

"This is the gift that you were looking for when you were taught to the house of Vishnu. I just met and just got to love you today. Who bought this gift if you know the news today must be seneng, dear he already does not exist" said Rumi Tea in his silent seat between the scent of lavender air in the tiny room owned by the woman.

The gift he saw was in the form of a prayer of the Quran plus handwriting that he could make sure had been weathered by time:

from mom, to Wita.

Then a gift that Satria left the other day, he had not yet opened. He rogoh hadeah small from his briefcase. A beautiful envelope that for a moment sees it anyone will fall in love. The opening of the envelope for him to know the contents of the gift from Vishnu which at that time he had the wound in the heart.

Spain, the country that became the wedding gift. He now understood what Andra meant by "everything I would take care of, but just told me when", just after this envelope landed in his hand.

For a moment Wita remembered something, about her past with a silly dream ramble. "We love Spain, there are many historic buildings". His greeting to Vishnu 7 years ago when delivering Vishnu to the Bandung-Jakarta bus in fact is now a gift that touches the heart.

Wita hesitated to just say thank you, or ask the news of his Wisnya who was in Switzerland. He strongly held a deep attitude of guilt towards Satria. She will be the woman waiting for her friend's happiness to arrive.

The mobile phone that he has since looked at in the name of 'Mas Vishnu Switzerland', the new number he got from Andra can only be seen. He switched off the phone and resumed his office duties today.

While at Wita's house, her mother is now in the midst of the arrival of Kang Indra and Teh Rumi. With a long and warm conversation all agreed. But Salim and Andra will still do the word of Vishnu to prepare the wedding file as soon as possible, TODAY ALSO, NOW!!

Lucky Wita came home at the right time. When Teh Rumi and Kang Indra had left to return to their home. I did not have the courage to ask or make any statement regarding the relationship of Vita and Vishnu. Let it flow just like that, because for the mother, the eldest daughter is a glass glass glass that in one twinkle can crack and break if she does not know the direction of control. Traumatic that Wita experienced became the only reason for the mother to be more careful.

But it seems like the mother's heart must be torn back when exactly at 8 pm she received a call from Teh Rumi. Rumi's tea that had given her this morning happy news full of love now her voice sounds raunchy. Mom heard Rumi's tea moans in her cell phone line. "Mothers.. Vishnu.. Vishnu ma'am..".

In the room Wita is now looking at his cell phone which since 18 hours ago recorded the message 'Adhis kangen mother Wita. his father also..'. He looked at the screen of his phone expectantly. If in the past he would ignore the message sent from the owner of the mobile number, then today he is waiting for him. He should have heard from Vishnu. If Vishnu wants to call him back.

But it looks like the message missed he will not get since he heard Revita's voice on the phone, "mba... again watch the news ga?? there's a news tranding topic from an hour ago".

"What Rev? I'm falling again. What news?", what news Wita thought, what news if not rumors about celebs who are often completely peeled by Revita. He hasn't watched celebrity gossip news since he got to know Pastri. It was like closing your eyes and ears.

"There was a plane crash this afternoon. The news is great", Revita replied.

"Aircraft accident? innallillah.. is there...sodara are you there?" ask Wita carefully. He only thought that this unusual news might concern relatives of Revita so that the assistant had to take the time to preach it.

"not mba...Mr. Vishnu and his daughter became one of the passengers of the plane.mba".

Whahuh? Plane crash? Vishnu and Adhis, the passengers? Instantly his body stiffened, his chest was pounding and sweat slurped greeting the body. Then the nausea that he could not match with the courage he had.

THE HOEKKK....

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