Love Without But

William Aileen Emery's

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For girls who are over twenty-five years old, the greatest hope in life is to get a dream match in the near future. And so was expected of me. Who is currently working as an honorary teacher of SD in his beloved hometown.

Sunlight burning the skin accompanied my steps down the unpaved road.

The right left of the road as far as the eye can see is faced with a view of a vast expanse of golden yellow rice with rice that is ready to be harvested.

Quayunkan steps in a hurry hoping to get home quickly and can immediately rest.

After lunch and lay down on the bed, for a moment straightened my spine and tired feeling I went from the room to the house of Lyra, my best friend who was blocked by one house. Just for curcol and hahaha hihi ria.

As I chatted with Lyra, I was struck by the ringing of a cell phone from inside the pocket of the long skirt I was wearing.

"Haloo ... Assalamualaikum, sorry, who's this with, huh?" tanyaku carefully.

"Basic actor! You dare to snatch my future husband, huh!" There was a high voice belonging to a woman on the other end of the phone that made the heart beat fast.

I did not expect in the slightest if Iwan could lie and make disappointed. Just a week ago he met me at home.

Convincing Mom and Abah that he would come to propose to me directly after graduation from his place of study at the Salafi boarding school where he went.

"Sorry, Tea, I had no idea that Kak Iwan already had a future wife."

I tried to arrange the heart so as not to be ignited emotions subside the disappointment that suddenly erupted in the chest cavity.

"Don't bother, you! already know the future husband of people, still being served!"

"Astaghfirullah ... Tea, not one bit in my heart there is the intention to accept or serve prospective husband Teteh, because I know Kak Iwan does not have a future wife."

Once again I gave an explanation, more precisely defending myself.

Because my little heart did not accept it, I just got such an accusation from someone I didn't know myself.

"Horee .. succeed, succeed!"

"Known, Tea, I'm Ifa. His sister Aa Iwan. Aa Iwan has told me a lot about Teteh, so I want to know more closely with Teh Dhinil Teteh candidates in-lawku."

It turned out that the woman was his sister Iwan who had succeeded in making my emotions almost ignited because of his actions.

Since that incident, I with him became more familiar and close, interacting by phone or just exchanging messages asking each other news.

Seoalah get new friends who can be invited to vent and share, and vice versa. The first age with Ifa sebaya and equally still waiting for a halal companion candidate.

***

Sunday night may be for some teenagers or for those who are still single is the night that is always awaited by his arrival.

But not for me, who prefer and feel at home spending time in a favorite room just to read books and listen to nasyid songs that cool the heart.

On the sidelines of reading a novel by the great writer, Asma Nadia. My attention was piqued by the ringing call from the device on the table, which turned out to be from Ifa.

"Teh, I'd like to ask you a favor, would you?"

"What do you ask for, Fa?"

"Alhamdulillah Ifa has now found a candidate for priest, hopefully this is the last and best. But Ifa wants to know if he is a loyal and kind man or vice versa if he knows other women."

Ifa has indeed failed several times every time she intends to go towards marriage. Maybe because they have not been paired or are part of the test of life.

"Lantas, what do you think Tete should help?" I'm still confused by what it means.

"Ifa asked Teteh to ngetes him. By sending text messages or phone pretending to be misconnected, that's." Ifa teach.

"Don't want it, Fa. Teteh shy girl time first contact ngajak,"

my answer is to refuse his request.

"Come dong, Tea, help Ifa please!" doors, supplicating.

I also agreed because I felt bad to refuse his half-forced request.

"Who's Fa, his name?" ask me after previously Ifa gave the phone number of the person in question.

"Add Agung Santoso."

"That's the name of the person what's the name of the PT. company, Fa? what, his name is unique and foreign in ears?" I open up I asked.

"The name is like that, really, Tea, from birth probably," replied Ifa along with a small laugh.

"Where can you know that person?" ceplosku, teasing.

"The campus where Ifa used to go to college."

"Owh .... !"

"Then try to send him a message or call him."

"Okay, Tea, wait for ya, the result."

After Ifa hung up the phone, I began to carry out what had just been instructed by Ifa.

The first message I sent was no repon, but after a few times there was also a reply from him even though the effect was indifferent.

When you are chatting by introducing yourself first,

accidentally and out of my conscious control a short message that was supposed to report to Ifa was instead sent to Mas Agung's number.

After that incident the friendly relationship between me and Ifa became tenuous. Ifa was angry with my carelessness which made her relationship with Mas Agung less good, because Mas Agung was offended so the ingredients of our experiments - I and Ifa- - who were considered to have played tricks on him.

Ifa asked that I no longer contact Mas Agung, I also agreed.

One year has not communicated and asked the news with Ifa. I focused on my own life in the middle

a long, unbrimmed wait.

***

The weather during the day was very hot. After coming home from school where I devote myself, I intend to lay down in the room just straighten the body and eliminate the fatigue in the soles of the feet, after the previous lunch.

Just finished folding the mucena I wear after performing the obligation of prayer Zuhur suddenly the device rang softly, immediately I grabbed the flat object. I hesitantly swipe the answer button.

"Haloo ... Assalamualaikum, sorry who's the same, huh?"

"Owalaah .. have forgotten tho, my same?" the bass voice of an adult man surprised me.

"Who is this? his number doesn't have a name?" my question, curious.

"Great Mass."

"Great Mass?" My lips repeated the answer, a thousand questions in my heart what happened when the man contacted me.

"Yes, Dhinil, how are you?"

"Alhamdulillah, brother, my good news and good health."

Didn't think for a long time it turned out he still kept my phone number.

"Where is Mang Iwan? are there any plans to get to the land?"

The term Mang, Mamang, is commonly used by male santri and Bibi for female santri who are lodging in salafi boarding schools in Banten and West Java.

"Alhamdulillah, the intention is to go there just wait for the right time."

"When, the time?"

"All God knows."

"No certainty yet, then? May the road be easy to go that way."

"Aamiin, Brother, how's it going with Ifa?"

"Sister is not a match for Ifa."

"What .... ? "

"Yes, Dhinil has a Facebook account, right?" tanyanya, divert the conversation.

"Well, what's the matter, brother?"

"May you know her Facebook account name, what?"

"Yes, brother, I can."

While sleeping in the room, I tried to open a blue social account. I saw there were several friend requests, one of which was a Facebook account named Agung Santoso added.

[This is yes, it turns out that his name is Dhinil? adults are also.]

One message came in via inbok from him after a few minutes of his Facebook I confirmed.

[Why is that, brother?]

[No, it looks mature, its face looks motherly.]

[Waah .. whereas Dhinil is not yet a mother, you know, sister.] 

[But, mother-to-be, tho?]

[Aamiin .. hopefully hastened.]

***

When I began to feel bored and mediocre with the waiting of a mate who is not sure.

Mas Agung reported that he would visit his sister's family home who happened to be one area with me. At the same time ask permission to come and visit the house which is quite close to his sister's house.

I'm flabbergasted. What's up with all this? Then what about the couple's sisters, Ifa and Iwan?

Connect ....