LOVE STRATA 1

CS1 Starts to Ask for Restu

"Assalamu'alaikum .. father," Meli greeted her father.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" replied Meli's father.

Meli was standing by her suitcase. Meli fell silent, had no intention of entering the house, or even putting all her belongings in. Meli was still silent. Until that moment his brain was still designing the right words to start a conversation about Azka.

"Buy!" call Fatimah, Meli's mother.

Hearing the mother's cry calling her name, made Meli spontaneously turn her head.

"Eh, is it Mom?" ask Meli plain.

"Who's been pregnant with you for nine months?" ask Fatimah.

"Of course mom, dong. Dad time, anyway!" reply Meli.

"Why do you greet your father?" ask Fatimah again with a face made to resemble a small child who was lashing.

"Ouumm. Meli darling mother. Here hug. Sorry, hehe." Smirking in Fatimah's arms.

"That's just your jealousy" said Roni.

"Belgium!" Fatimah cuek only.

Roni brought in Meli's stuff. Fatimah brought her daughter's suitcase. While Meli just tailed behind her mother's father. His brain was still thinking about the right words to start a conversation about Azka.

Buy permission to shower and change clothes. He thought, after taking a shower could be fresh ideas to start a conversation will appear and flow just like that.

During Meli bath, Fatimah arranged the souvenirs of Meli from Jogja. Fatimah separated personal souvenirs as well as friends of Meli. Finished with that, Fatimah quickly opened the bakpia, geplak, and yangko packs. Fatimah served it on a plate.

Plates containing bakpia, plaques, and yangko souvenirs from Jogja were taken to the living room table. There is Roni who is busy calculating the profit and loss of the sale of nuts all day.

“Sto be eaten, Dad. Delicious, nih. Original from Jogja,” said Fatimah to her husband.

“Iya bentar, stay a little more this.” Roni's fingers are still struggling with the calculator.

Fatimah took bakpia. The mouth of the typical bakpia Jogja slowly while watching her husband.

“Dad,” call Fatimah.

“Hm. What's up, honey?” sahut Roni without switching from bookkeeping in front of him.

“Try me to pay attention and remember, there is something strange is not the same attitude of our daughter?” Fatimah finally conveyed what she had felt.

Fatimah's question caught Roni's attention. Bolpoints and calculators were placed to hear the words of his wife.

“Typically Meli is very cheerful. I like his weird and weird behavior. It was a bit calm, yeah. Which is given greetings is only Dad again,” explained Fatimah.

“True too, anyway. Tumben - Tumbenan Meli kalem.” Roni confirmed his wife's thinking. “This time, try after this you ask him. What up. Who knows if something else is to be thought of. But the small possibility. Our son is a regular ceplas-ceplos. Hehe. Similar to me.” Roni instead chuckled as she recalled the attitude of her daughter who was so similar to her.

“I try to his room first, yes.” Fatimah was pleased with her husband.

“Eeeeh. That's the fill plate that I want to take where?” roni asked as he saw Fatimah carrying one of the dishes on the table.

“I brought it to Meli's room. Time yes pleasantries do not bring snacks. Meli like to be cool,” explained Fatimah.

“This one. Bakpian. Yangkonya to me,” pinta Roni.

Fatimah accepted her husband's request. A plate of bakpia was carried to Meli's room.

Meli's room door was slowly knocked. Meli quickly comes out with a fresher appearance. Gamis and hijab instant that he wore so matching and fit in Meli's body. At that time Meli also wore a brooch giving Azka.

“Wow. It's so beautiful!” puji Fatimah's.

“Iya, beautiful. This brooch was given by Mas Az ..” Meli's words stopped. He realized something was wrong.

“Bros? The one I praise is the robe, Meli.” Fatimah.

Meli looks wrong. The next second Meli issued her powerful stance, which is a grin with a innocent face without sin.

Fatimah was increasingly convinced that there was something Meli was thinking about. The evidence is that Meli is not focused.

“Yuk accompany bakpia meal. In your room only,” invite Fatimah.

Meli nodded, then invited her mother to go into her room which was neat. Meli pulled a chair near her study table for her mother to sit on. A plate of bakpia was placed on his study table. While Meli, she chose to sit on the edge of her mattress.

“The paper is delicious. I ate some. Is this you who bought or Anjani?” ask Fatimah again.

“Not Meli or Anjani who bought it. Uncle Sam's pocket money is still intact in Meli's wallet. Bakpia, beplak, and yangko were all bought by Mas Azka. Anyway Mas Azka with his family is very good," explained Meli enthusiastically.

“Ooooh. So Mas Azka who gave the brooch,” said Fatimah while playing her eyebrows.

“Eh?” Meli.

Meli felt something strange. Meli felt that she had entered the mother's trap. Meli did not finish mentioning Azka's name when her mother praised her beautiful robe. Now, Meli even happily mentioned Azka's name when the mother asked about bakpia.

“Is there anything you want to tell me about Mas Azka?” ask Fatimah who now displays a meaningful smile.

Dag-dig-dug

Suddenly the storm hit. Meli's heart beats faster. Meli did not think at all that the time came for her to start talking about Azka. That easy. Whereas before Meli's brain had been circling around looking for the right sentence to start a conversation.

“Huft.” Meli took a long breath. He steadied his heart to say a question so great in meaning.

“Bu, can Meli marry Mas Azka?” ask Meli without further ado.

Fatimah. His eyeballs were even round.

Meli was discouraged at the expression of her mother. Her melodious heart suddenly mixed with a sense of tightness. Meli's face no longer displays cheerfulness. Only a look of sadness on her sweet face.

“M-Meli can't get married just yet, huh?” lirih Meli, but enough can be heard by Fatimah.

Seeing her daughter moody, Fatimah immediately smiled. He moved to sit right next to Meli.

“Who said you can't get married?” ask Fatimah kindly.

“So Meli can marry Mas Azka?” Meli enthusiastically asked.

“Sst. Slowly. Patience. Now, try to tell mom what kind of figure Azka,” pinta Fatimah.

Meli enthusiastic. He even steadily nodded, willing to share his story with his mother.

Meli's story begins. Fatimah is a good listener. Meli tells the beginning of her encounter with Azka, until she had considered him a hero. Meli admitted that her feelings for Azka were not limited to admiration because Azka had helped her while in Jogja. Meli realized the melodious whirring that often becomes opium to often make smiles.

Meli also told about the harmony of the Azka family. Meli continuously praised the Azka family in front of her mother. About the Azka family who is good worship, his morality, also he said. The compliment was also about the Azka being reliable. More than that, Meli also conveyed a message from Bu Aisyah, Azka's mother, who will soon come to propose once the blessing of Meli's parents is obtained.

“You really love Nak Azka? Are you sure you feel love, Mel? With this short time, you know.” Fatimah deliberately asked to find out how determined Meli was.

“Bu, Meli has heard something like this. He said that love is a gift. So if God has decided to give the gift of love to Meli, then be the love that is in Meli's heart."

Meli took a pause to let out a long breath.

"Meli will never be able to define the meaning of the word love correctly. What is clear for now, Meli feels comfortable with Meli's feelings for Mas Azka. With the faith and good morals that Mas Azka has, God willing Mas Azka will be able to be a good priest for Meli," said Meli without hesitation.

Fatimah smiled sincerely. Meli's words had just convinced her, her little daughter had grown into an adult.

"Azka likes you?" ask Fatimah again, wanting to hear more.

Meli smiled with a blushed face. For a moment Meli remembered how Azka's eyes stare when swiftly catching both arms when almost unsteady because of careless in the Eiffel Tower replica area of bamboo. Meli's chest was pounding again as she remembered it. A moment later Meli nodded confirming her mother's question.

Fatimah was happy to see her daughter nod. Her pleasure mixed with relief. Fatimah was relieved that her daughter's love did not clap one hand.

"Meli, Sweetheart. If you don't mind your own mother getting married to Nak Azka. If you are married later, wherever you go with your husband, want in Jogja, in Medan, or anywhere, mother's love for Meli will remain the same. Meli should always remember that." Fatimah was moved to say that.

Meli hugged her mother. The warmth quickly flowed in the arms between the mother and the child. There was gratitude rising in Meli's heart. One step better because the message Mother Aisyah managed to convey to her mother. Now, there is the blessing of the father.

"Bus .... What about dad? Meli will not marry Mas Azka?" Meli poured her anxiety on her mother.

"Eems. So this is the reason you just said hello to your father. Apparently you thought once huh, afraid your father didn't give permission?" ask Fatimah.

Lips Meli manyun. He confirmed his mother's words.

Fatimah gently stroked Meli's head. Fatimah's smile was unceasingly reserved for her daughter.

"Now you rest. Let me tell your dad tomorrow, yeah."

"Say now," urged Meli.

Fatimah chuckles.

"alright. I said now, yeah."

Meli excited. He could not wait to hear his father's answer.

Fatimah came out of Meli's room. Before that, he told Meli to go for a break and not have to worry too much about her father. However, basic Meli. He ignored his mother's message. Meli quietly stepped on her mother.

Too bad, Roni, Meli's father is asleep on the couch. Fatimah quickly turned around to meet Meli again.

"Loh, you're tailing mom anyway!" Fatimah was shocked when she turned back suddenly there was Meli almost hit him.

Smirking with a sinless face. Fatimah could only shake her head at her daughter's attitude.

"Tomorrow, you said to me." Fatimah tried to give understanding to Meli.

"Uhm. If tomorrow, early in the morning, I would have rushed to the market. Coming home from the market at noon. Huh, lamaaaa!" moaning Meli.

"Sst. Must patient. God willing his good intentions will be facilitated. Pray only" Fatimah advised.

Meli tried to understand. In the end, Meli followed the advice of her mother.

"Let's not think too much, tomorrow morning invite Anjani nganterin souvenirs for your friends. Okay well? Now rest!" fatimah orders with a friendly smile.

Meli nodded. His feet were moved to the room. Meli immediately went up to the mattress, pulled out the blanket, and closed her eyes.

A few minutes later, Meli's eyes opened again. From then on he couldn't sleep. Sometimes Meli seemed to smile on her own because she remembered the moment in Jogja with Azka, Via, Farhan, Ratna, Anjani, Bu Aisyah, Pak Haris, and Baby Zayn. Meli remembered the tourist attractions that have been visited, the charm of Glagah Beach, Congot Beach, Kadilangu Beach mangrove forest tour, to arrive at the replica of the Eiffel Tower of bamboo, and the, the place Meli-Azka was hypnotized in an eye gaze for a few seconds. Moment Azka back to be the hero Meli.

"Mas Azka, I left Jogja for a while, but this heart has longed for your figure there. How you captivated my heart to be left there. Ah, but this heart must indeed be taken by you, because in my heart it has been engraved your name." Meli's poetic soul churns. She smiled alone while lying on the bed.

The debuking!

Meli's hands and feet were snapped quickly almost simultaneously on her mattress. Meli girang's. However, the excitement was soon replaced with worries waiting for tomorrow when the mother told about the figure of Azka, in order to get the blessing of the father.

"Yeah! I said earlier that Anjani will not be able to sleep tonight because of Brother Mario. I am the one who cannot sleep!" muttered Meli. "Anjani, are you asleep tonight?" asked Meli in her murmur.

***

At the same time, at Uncle Sam's house. Anjani rolled to the right, rolled to the left, then sat on his bed. His heart had been unceasingly pounding ever since Mario whispered a word in his ear.

"Tomorrow I'll wait at home. Mommy wants to know you."

Mario's sentence is clearly in Anjani's mind. Because it continues to ring, Anjani until constantly smiling and pounding.

"Meli, your prayers are immediately answered, nih. I really have trouble sleeping tonight" Anjani murmured.

Oh, Mario. What prayer I have offered, until I arrived from Jogja suddenly I met your attitude like in the past, when I was close to you. Are you gonna be good to me again? Will the happiness that Meli-Azka now feels be transmitted to us? Anjani.

Starry night with a smile and a smile. Meli-Azka, Mario-Anjani, how does their love story go?

Connect ....

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Will Meli get the blessing of her father to marry Azka? What about the story of Mario-Anjani? Patience waiting for the story, yes. While waiting for the next update, let's find out the figure of Azka in the novel ALWAYS THERE IS A PLACE TO LEAN by Kak Cahyanti.

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