Love is Not Finished

CHAPTER 157: Glossary

I closed my brother's letter and put it in an envelope.

I went downstairs while carrying the letter and immediately hit the front. I found Redu and Zuri chatting. They both stopped talking and looked at me.

"It's Bang, the letter. Do you want to take it or read it here?" ask me while handing over the letter.

"Abang take Zanu first. Mau brother match with Angga's writing. Please remember again what the name and face that handed this letter to you. I will also find out," Redu said as he picked up and observed the envelope I gave him.

"OK Bang, just take it if you need to,"

Redu nodded. Not long after he came home and asked for my home phone number and boarding house in the city of P. If there is a need, he will contact me immediately.

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After Redu left, Papa and Mama went home.

"Ma, how long has the show been?" my many.

"Yes. Abis kondangan, our group prayed first in the mosque. After that eat again next to the mosque. It was the moment we ate a little," replied Mama while taking souvenirs from inside the bag.

"Company? Isn't it just Papa Mama who left?" ask again. I watched the souvenirs that Mama brought.

"We're convoys. Who has Papa's office friend show. Uh, the mosque there is very nice Zanu. The mosque has just been built. The place to sell food beside the mosque also has the same person," Mama told enthusiastically.

"What's the name of the mosque, Ma? Where's location?" I opened the souvenir and looked at it carefully.

"Well that's it, the manager said, the name of the mosque will be asked to the one who has. If the name already exists, then it is inaugurated and opened to the public. It's on KP, "" Mama stands up to her room to change clothes.

The mosque?

I remember the mosque Mr. Jack told me about. Somehow the construction continues and I also do not know where the location is.

I wanted to call Mr. Jack, but the number I don't know. I don't know why I haven't thought about it so far, where I should have kept the mobile numbers of people I know.

Especially Bram!

Should I have a cell phone too? It was hard asking Papa. My car alone knows how many hundreds of millions have been spent.

"Zanu, have you been able to drive son?" ask Papa who surprised my daydream.

"Eh, yes Pa. Zanu can already. The coach said, tomorrow is just learning to drive regularly," I replied accordingly. Afraid of getting caught by Papa if I ever speed.

"You why? Seems like thinking of something?" ask Papa again while sitting back and reading the newspaper published today.

"Hmm, there's no Pa. Oiya, Papa went to the mosque? What color is the mosque?" ask me to divert Papa's question.

"Yes, the mosque is grand, nice, clean and tidy. It's white. But baby there's no name yet. The manager said, wait for the one to come," replied Papa.

"Masa' who's never been there, Pa? So the building itself is a mosque, it is impossible dong. Weird,"

"Yes weird. The manager didn't say anything else,"

"Oiya Pa, tonight we have dinner outside yuk" I asked.

"Can. Tell Mama's with Zuri,"

"Okay, Zanu went upstairs first yes Pa," I said and immediately went upstairs to meet Zuri.

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"Yes, brother" Zuri replied briefly.

"Cockless is that the answer? Uh, how's Damar doing?"

"No more news, brother. Maybe he's married,"

"Lho's? Do you know where you're from when she's married?" I'm getting curious.

"Who knows, brother? Soon enough, the candidate will finish school, it could be accelerated. After all, the candidate can go to college even though he is married. Damar money is a lot of that, so there is no need to go after a woman who has a lot of money," replied Zuri with an annoyed face. I don't know what's going on with him, as if he already hates Damar.

"Yes that's not it either. After Brother, the candidate really wants to go to college, has not thought about marriage at all,"

"Lho's? How did you know about the future Damar? How can?"

Ow hell! I'm flabbergasted! How to explain it, huh?

Zuri looked at me strangely.

"Udah ah, why are you talking about Damar again. After all about this you already know before, so no need to be surprised," I switched the conversation, so that Zuri did not ask again about the candidate Damar.

"Sister! Please answer Zuri's question. Brother knows the prospective Damar? Why didn't you want to tell me all this time?" zuri asked with a look of increasingly upset face. He also felt disappointed with me, for not giving any info.

"Sister gapain must be a story, if it adds to your wounds Zuri. We are still learning, the journey is still long to think about marriage. While Damar and his candidate were already in the stage to go there because of the approval of two families. Never mind, believe me brother, you better forget Damar," I can't bear to see Zuri. He must have been devastated by the loss of Damar.

"Yes Brother. But please explain, so that I don't wonder anymore in the future," Zuri's voice began to soften. Maybe he's starting to realize his feelings that shouldn't be thinking about that over and over again.

"alright. Her name is Laura. His name was Mr. Jack. Jack is one of Bram's right hands. Sister had met and stayed at Laura's house, because there was something that happened while I was ospek. And he also accompanied Brother in the hospital, when Bram was in the care. His son was kind and also had a story about Damar. He also opposed the matchmaking, as his main desire was college. That's all you can say, because you haven't seen him in a long time" I explained.

Zuri looked at the information I gave her. She was silent, not a word came out of her lips after I finished telling her.

"I'm sorry, Brother. Not that you don't want a story, but according to Brother you better not know it. So it is better to be quiet. We just think about how to finish school and college quickly by getting good grades. So that Papa and Mama are proud of what we have achieved later," I hugged Zuri. I saw her shedding tears. I wiped those tears.

"That's it... I understand how you feel right now. Because of that feeling Brother feels too now. We better strengthen each other. Cry if you want to cry, so that after, your feelings become plong,"

Without ba bi bu, Zuri's crying voice broke and sobbed. I just looked at him and waited for him to vent all the sadness that had been hidden. As a brother, I should comfort him.

After a few minutes, Zuri finally stopped crying. He took a tissue, wiped the snot and tears that had been spilled.

"It's relieved now? If you feel relieved, how about this afternoon you accompany Brother to a friend's house,"

"Where? What are we wearing there?" ask Zuri.

"Relax public vehicles only. Not far,"

"OKAY. Zuri change clothes first, sister," Zuri moved from the bed to the wardrobe.

"Yup! Brother wait below yes, all permission Papa Mama. Do not be long, fear we kesorean," said I want to go downstairs.

"Ready,"

I went downstairs and found Papa Mama.

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