Love Ordinary Girl "Alya"

Love Ordinary Girl "Alya"
[POV.AUTHOR] Enjoy the Night Atmosphere



That afternoon the sky looked gloomy, the sunlight that had looked so bright, now turned dark covered in black clouds.


Abhimana and Hasan's father, and Bu Arini went to the residence of Roni's parents, to inform him of the fateful incident that befell the deceased.


How shocked Roni's father and mother were to learn that their beloved son was dead.


Roni's father cried. The poor student's mother also collapsed many times. Abimana and her parents feel empathy for Roni's father and mother. It was overshadowed by Abimana, when she was rumored to have died.


The handsome man tried to calm both of Roni's parents.


"Oh God, Roni. Why did you leave us so soon?" Said Roni's father with a sob.


"That's hard and sincere sir! Everything has become his will. Sorry I just told you this sad news now. Honestly, because I need readiness to deliver."


"I understand Nak Bima. For several months now, we have been trying to find Roni where - where, but never get results. In fact, we have also asked the police for help to find Roni's whereabouts. And now, Nak Bima delivered the sad news, that our eldest son is dead. How broken our hearts as Roni's parents are." Roni's father cried again, and lamented the departure of his beloved son.


After both of Roni's parents were able to master emotions, Abimana and Hasan's father and Bu Arini delivered them to the grave of the late Roni.


At the funeral, Roni's father and mother sat down beside the tomb of her beloved son. Only a string of prayers and a sprinkling of roses can they offer to the deceased.


"Roni, rest in peace, son! May Allah forgive all your sins while in the world and give you the best place on His side." Roni's father said the prayer with tears, as well as the mother of the deceased.


The atmosphere at the funeral was very moving. The birds are no longer heard. Even the sky started crying. It was as if I felt a deep sadness.


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That afternoon baby Alyra and Alya are allowed to go home.


Papa Abraham, Mama Shela, and Bi Ijah welcomed their arrival happily.


Mama Shela accidentally redecorates her beloved son's room with a touch of pink. Alyra's baby bed is decorated with various dolls.


"Welcome princess's. Uchhhh Grandma's granddaughter. Later, when we grow up we tick-tok-an yes dear." Mama Shela kisses the cheeks of her beloved granddaughter who is still in her daughter-in-law's arms.


"Yes Grandma." Reply Alya by showing the face of puppy eyes.


"Here, Grandma's carrying, baby!" Alya handed baby Alyra to the mother-in-law.


After handing baby Alyra over to Mama Shela, Alya and Raikhan set foot into the room.


They were both very amazed when they saw the surprise of Mama Shela.


"The room is beautiful." Alya said with a twinkle of happiness.


"Dear, Mama is the best. Decorating our rooms is like a small palace in a fairyland. Look, everything's pink Yank!" Although amazed, Raikhan was amused by the pink color that dominated his room. Long before the birth of baby Alyra.


"Mas, we will always be together in joy and sorrow, raising children, to age together."


Raikhan was deeply moved by his wife's words. The handsome man held Alya in his arms and kissed the top of his head feelingly.


How grateful Raikhan is to have received love from the woman he has loved so far. Likewise with Alya, the woman is also very grateful for the gift of the most beautiful love. An ordinary woman gets incredible love from a perfect man.


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Dusk incised orange color, the sign of the day will change in the evening. Sayup - sayup the voice of the longing song of the Most Love began to sound very beautiful, penetrated up to the tribe.


The servants prostrated and glorified His asthma.


After Maghrib, Abimana invited Kirana. This time he was driving Hasan's father's car.


Apparently the beautiful doctor was waiting in front of the entrance of the clinic where he worked.


Abhimana immediately went out and opened the car door for her best friend. After the two of them got inside, Abimana started the engine and drove the car.


"Sorry Kiran, I'm late to pick you up." Say Abimana while focusing on driving.


"Just relax, Bim, I was just doing maghrib prayer first."


"I drive straight home, or go where Ran used to go?"


"We went to Parangtritis Beach first, Bim. I haven't been to the beach for a long time."


Abimana drove his car to the south of the city of Jogja, towards Parangtritis Beach. The beach is famous for being magical but also romantic.


Upon arrival at the destination, Abiman put his car in the parking lot. The two men got out of the car, and set foot on a stretch of beach sand.


"Bim, let's order some roasted corn!" Pinta Kirana with her cute face.


"Okey Ran, what do you want to taste?"


"Salt rice dech."


"Hemmm, okay." Abimana ordered grilled corn, they both waited for the order while sitting on a mat with their eyes fixed on the open sea.


"Bim, how are you feeling right now? Does your heart still hurt?" Kirana asked her best friend without looking at Abimana's face.


Abimana let out a long sigh, then the handsome man answered Kirana's question, "Alhamdulillah is no longer too sick. I have been sincere and surrendered to all that is His will."


"Hemmmmzz, I wish I could be like you too Bim. Merely and confident."


"Aamiin Kiran's. We must be sure of the most beautiful scenario He has written."


"Foul what you said Bim. Maybe I'll go back to Jakarta, realize what Aunt Maria expects."


Abimana frowned when she heard Kirana's words. "What do you mean Ran?"


"Bim, actually when in Jakarta, I chose to live alone, by living in a rented house."


Abhimana was shocked to hear the confession of her best friend.


"Why not stay with Ran's appointment?"


Kirana took a rough breath, "Huffff, when she arrived in Jakarta, Aunt Maria immediately betrothed me to one of the sons of her business partner, because she was in a large debt. Unexpectedly, despite only meeting once, the man I would be betrothed to, instantly agreed to our matchmaking. I feel so depressed Bim. There's no way I'm going home without reaching for what's really my goal."


"Then how do you deal with it yourself Ran?" Abiman looked at the face of his best friend fixed.


"I decided to leave the aunt's house. When Raikhan caught up with me, aunt never told him. While in Jakarta, I struggled to make extra money by working in a restaurant, at night. Morning to evening, I attended one of the universities in Jakarta."


"Haahhhh, I never thought your struggle was so great. So, why do you want to go back to Jakarta?"


"I've given up on my love destiny Bim. Perhaps by accepting that matchmaking, it was the best decision to forget Raikhan." Without feeling the circle - clear circles dripping from both corners of the Kirana netra.


"Do you have feelings for that man Ran?"


"No Bim, I have no feelings for him at all. Even looking at it, I felt no interest."


I don't know why Abimana's heart seemed slashed to hear all the words of his best friend.


"Ran, don't marry that guy! Don't leave me here alone! Without your presence, I would not have been able to toughen up, and think realistically as I am today. Stay by my side! We'll strengthen each other."


"Replace ...." Kirana's tongue was so faint that she could not speak words.


The grilled corn seller walked up to the two of them, to present the order. Abiman received his order of grilled corn while thanking the father of the grilled corn seller.


"Thank you sir."


"Sami - Sami Mas." The maize seller was burned, then passed.


"Take Ran the grilled corn! Don't be sad anymore, Markonah! I promise to always cheer you up and cheer you up silly girl."


Kirana smiled at Abimana's words, and wiped away the trace of tears with her fingers.


"Thank you Markun."


"That's how pretty it looks." Abimana said with a big smile.


That night both people enjoy the atmosphere of Parangtritis Beach by sitting on a mat and looking at the waves in the ocean that look very stunning, while eating grilled corn.


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