Love Without But

Evades

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Because this thought was deadlocked and felt very disappointed with the attitude of the Great Mas who now turned one hundred and eighty degrees so cold and cold towards me. Plus got word from his co-worker that he had a special relationship with a female colleague.

I insist on going home now rather than having to feel disappointed even more deeply. Moreover, the attitude of Great Mas has no signs of restraining me from leaving here. It was as if he wished I were really gone.

The old man finally gave up. Let me go home because I kept insisting on my decision. Using two wheels I was escorted to the terminal by Mas Agung.

During the trip that almost took thirty-five minutes we just mute each other. Silence is busy with each other's thoughts. Only the roar of the motorbike we were riding and the sound of other vehicles that once passed filled the sense of hearing. Until it does not feel the motorcycle carried by Mas Agung has begun to enter the terminal area. Not a single word came out of my mouth and neither did Mas Agung.

Me and Mas Agung still maintain each other's selfishness. Without anyone willing to give up. Moreover, I myself feel that I have been disappointed by him.

If you are in this heart condition. My thoughts were immediately fixed on Iwan. Is this one of the replies of my attitude that had indirectly disappointed and made a wound in the hearts of Iwan and Ifa? Either ... I myself can only regret the marriage and my decision that had chosen the man who is currently the husband and left Iwan who had been expected by Mother and Abah to be his daughter-in-law.

Because from the house had not entered the time of Ashar and had not had time to pray. Mas Agung parked his motorcycle right next to the musala which is around the Gombong terminal. After receiving a ticket from the parking guard, without taking me he went straight to the ablution place for men. While I was just sitting on the front porch of the musala guarding the bag and jacket that he just put there.

"Udah chepet sana salat, replace!" he said it after he had come out of the door of the musala after performing his duty.

Without answering a word I immediately rushed towards the female toilet to take ablution and entered the musala through the side door.

It looks like there are several pieces of mucena set folded in a special cabinet rack.

Grabbing one of the mukena then wearing it and directing the prayer towards the qibla. I enjoyed every move and read to the end. Finish my greeting to express all the contents of this heart that is in turmoil to the Peace-Giver of Hearts. Because only to HIM I can complain and pray hoping to be given a way out and best for the next step. Do not want to linger in the slump of new household problems for the whole corn kujalani. Because sure in the heart as hard and as difficult as it may be to find the solution as long as we try and pray and rely on the Supreme Being.

There is a sense of relief and peace infiltrated in the heart after the aftermath of complaining and chatting with the Supreme Owner of the Heart. Now it all feels so much better. All the sadness and disappointment disappeared instantly changed with peace filled the chest cavity that previously felt stifling.

"Let Adek go home alone, Brother is quite wonky until here," I suggested to Mas Agung when I approached him in front of the musala.

"But, I told you that you and Mom want to go home, right?"

"It's okay, Brother, Adek can still go home alone, anyway just take the bus one time doang. No need to get in and out of the car anymore."

"How will you be asked if you and Mom are at home? That Brother is back by himself?"

"Yes, whatever. If that's what he wants!" revealed frustration. Maybe he felt so wrong with my sudden request. Because when I was at home the deal was I had to be delivered by Mas Agung to the house. According to you, so that there is no misunderstanding with my parents there later if I get home alone.

However, I also have a reason why I do not want to be escorted and decide to go home alone. For sure I want to calm my heart down somewhere that no one knows about me. Because I don't want this problem until it's known to Mom and Abah. What do they say later? I don't want to burden their minds with my household problems.

"It's money for supplies there later," he said thrusting several sheets of red paper in front of me.

"Take it!" he said as he looked at the doubt in the look in my eyes to pick up the red sheet in his hand.

"Make Sister's provisions here is not there?" many doubt.

"Take it!" said reassuring.

Mas Agung put the sheet of paper in my sling bag. Because from then on I still flinch not directly receiving gifts from him. Because I know his salary received from his place of work is not too much especially if it must be divided in two with me. It will not be enough to cover your own needs.

"Thank you" I replied shortly without being able to refuse the gift.

"Mineral water and a few pieces of bread have been entered in this bag, make it later in the bus," he said pointing to a carrying bag containing clothes. Apparently when I was in the musala Mas Agung deliberately shopping drinks and some snacks for supplies during the trip on the night bus that we were going to ride before I decided to go home alone.

"Yes, thank you." Again, I answered it short.

"That's enough, isn't it? Make it necessary later," he asked later.

Without being told I began checking the contents of the pulse by typing a star with a number of eight three digits and a fence next to it through the phone I was using. Seen only seventy-five rupiah left there. I also showed the phone screen towards him to be seen directly by the man in front of me.

"Wait a minute, yeah, don't go anywhere. Brother wants to run a counter around here first!" he asked and went straight to the gates of Musala.

There are already several night buses that start entering the terminal to carry passengers and deliver them to their respective destinations.

However, the Great Mas had not yet revealed his nostrils at all after nearly fifteen minutes I was waiting for him here.

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