Loving Or Loved?

31. Destiny and Time

As the seconds of the wall clock continued to move, the sound of friction leaves being blown by the night breeze accompanied the glittering stars and crescent moons hanging in the night sky. It was obvious that the night wind was hitting that pretty face that was soothing, huh she Qiana. Still vividly remembered in his mind the incident an hour ago, about Akbar who with all his courage and confidence came to Surabaya far after him. One day with another cry, all the feelings in his heart, happy, sad, haru, wavering, and all the other flavors mingled into one and tears were the best friends of all those tastes.

Qiana POV

When destiny always comes with all its surprises, so does the time that always gives hope and answers for the turmoil in that time. Yes, I realize not everything can be answered even though there has been a lot of time passed, but with a lot of time that has been passed at least I can learn many things. Including giving away what is not my destiny.

Some days I was faced with a fate that was so shocking, left forever by my best friend Setya and I got answers to all my questions first, about what?, why?, how? As if not satisfied until there, until Mas Akbar came to Surabaya and expressed his heart.

Honestly my heart still feels guilty about the fate that Setya has been through all this time, but no matter what life has to go on. Tyo said, I should try to open my heart to the person who loves me sincerely, and I think I have found that person, even though I am not sure of my own feelings.

One answer I have received today, um no.no. actually many questions that have been answered today the rest I still need time to convince what has happened today. Tomorrow I will accompany Mas Akbar to visit Tyo and pilgrimage to the tomb of Setya, however they have known even if only briefly while in Jakarta.

POV Author

In Qiana's old man's room, it appeared that the middle-aged couple had still not gone to dreamland. The two are still thinking about the incident, when the youngest child was proposed by a man they previously did not know well, only once met while in Bandung at that time.

“Pa, are you satisfied with Akbar's answer?” Ask Mama Rima curiously.

“Udah sure actually Ma, from before ngajuin question also just ngetes aja. It turns out that Akbar is abstaining too.” Rizal replied while looking at the ceiling of his bedroom.

“Salut the same Mama Akbar Pa, Reza aja who is two years older than Akbar his thoughts are not as mature as Akbar Pa," said Mama Rima.

“Hahaha, This Mama. Can't banding-banding like that kid. If the same astonishment the brother can sulk him Ma, Mama later not in the allotment of spending money with the brother,” said Mr. Rizal, and teased his wife.

“Ishh, Oapa. Can ask Papa if money mah. Udah ah, let's sleep tomorrow Mama want to play with the grandchildren Mama” said Mama Rima.

Before long Mama Rima had entered into the dreamland leaving Pak Akbar with all thoughts in his head, after listening to an explanation about Akbar's past from Qiana, his heart slightly empathized with his ex-wives. Everything has its destiny, he thought.

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The laughter of Dafa and Lea echoed in the back garden of the house, the children had been noisily playing since waking up while Leo was just busy watching his younger siblings in the park chair with the remote control in his hands. Leah and Leo were Reza's children, Leah was Dafa, while Leo was 3 years older than Leah and Dafa. Mama Rima seemed engrossed in keeping her grandchildren occasionally seen, the middle-aged woman teased Lea who was always screaming because of the puffiness of her brother who crashed his toy car into Lea's legs.

“Kids let's go to breakfast first, that's your favorite potato soup mamaakin." Take Mr. Rizal.

In the dining room has been gathered all the members of Mr. Rizal's family, added one person, Akbar, who was forced to stay overnight by Grandma Mira. All eat quietly and happily, especially children who are satisfied with their breakfast because they eat foods that are their favorite.

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After breakfast Qiana and Akbar went to visit the hospital and continued to make a grave pilgrimage to Setya's tomb.

“Tyo, I am so sorry for the passing of Setya. May he be placed in the best place by God and in his grave. Aamiins. You are also cured yes Yo,” Akbar said to Tyo who was still lying on the sickle bed.

“Aamiin, thank you Mr. Akbar already wanted to stop by my nose. Tomorrow come here again at 10 am, I will marry my candidate. Sorry to invite you in this way, to be honest this is out of plan, actually I want this wedding to be postponed but the family forces to stay in the process. He said that later I will not be lonely, thought and stress, because of the loss of my sister,” Said Tyo with a forced smile, clearly visible there the sadness that he was sad.

“InsyaAllah I will come.” Akbar replied with a sincere smile while rubbing Tyo's shoulder trying to give support to be strong in facing the destiny that has been outlined by God.

“Thank you, oh yes you why just the two? I miss that kid,” Tyo said

“Oh sorry, Dafa I accidentally didn't invite. Since it runs out of here I'm going to Setya.”'s grave Akbar answered and was nodded by Tyo.

Ceklek (The door sounds open)...

“Assalamualaikum,” Mr. Gito came with a grocery bag in his hand.

“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Answer the three.

“Nah in relation to Om has come, Qia same Mas Akbar saying yes Om, Tyo.” Pamit Qiana's.

“Iya thank you for wanting to nemenin Tyo first, when Om went first earlier,” said Mr. Gito.

The day ended with a pilgrimage to Setya's tomb, a little awkward indeed between the two of them because of the conversation last night. But both try to behave normally and appropriately. One thing Qiana had been thinking about since last night.

 

It turns out that every time, every trip, will leave a trail. Neither footprints nor traces of memories that teach lessons in the future. There were even some of those traces that demanded recognition in the future.

Thank you :)