Me, Him, And God
1. Nightmares
The room is quite dark, and dirty is also very humid.
There were several cobwebs hanging on the wall of the room.
The walls were already filled with green moss, there were even some of them that had almost collapsed.
Very scattered building debris in various corners of the room.
Wild grass scattered everywhere, as well as tiles that have not seen their original color because it is covered by dirt in the form of clumps of soil.
While in the corner of the room, there was a little girl who was immersing her face on both knees of her feet.
He bowed while holding his two folded legs.
Wailing cries echoed in the room.
The girl occasionally rubbed her teary mouth that flowed on both of her cheeks with both of her delicate palms while still in a bowed state.
He only lamented his fate, and hoped that a miracle could free him from the prison of the world.
The knee-length white dress that had begun to wear and was no longer pure white, but had been mixed with damp dirt in the room.
Her blond hair no longer showed her cuteness as a girl, only unraveled in disarray and no longer adorned her head.
The skin that was white was clean, now no longer show its beauty because dirt had entered the pores of the little girl's skin.
Her red pantople shoes, which were decorated with ribbons, had mixed with dirt on the ground inside her.
"Mama..Papa.help me." the girl shrieked with her face looking up towards the sky.
The girl screamed as she mentioned the names of her two parents.
He cried softly and could not stand the condition of the room that was quite terrible.
Krrrreeett
There was the sound of an old door opening slowly, and a woman who was far above the girl came in.
The woman was wearing a black high heals with green sepaha dres as well as neatly decomposed hair.
The woman approached the girl and squatted in front of her.
He rubbed the head of the little girl who was down.
"Hi, how are you kids?"
The woman continued to rub - ngusap the little girl's hair accompanied by her smile which was quite terrible.
Highlight his sharp eyes looked like he was about to convey something to the little girl.
The little girl immediately turned to the woman before her.
"Who are you? untie me!"
Flinch the little girl while clasping the woman's hand that was on her head.
The woman only chuckled at the little girl's words.
He lifted the little girl's chin with one of his index fingers.
Her cute face, just following the movement of the index finger of the woman.
"At the end of the day you will pick up, sweet boy,"
The woman's laughter was quite resounding in the quiet room.
He laughed with satisfaction as he watched the suffering of the little girl before him.
"No! God will help me!"
Excited the little girl loudly, which made the woman even more furious because of the resistance of a little girl.
He held the little girl's cheeks with one hand and whispered something near the little girl's ear.
"This is the karma of the daughter of Hartawan hahaha,"
The woman took off the hand that was stuck to both cheeks of the little girl violently, then left it just like that.
There was a crackling sound indicating that the door had been locked by her.
The little girl cried even more loudly, like a child who had snatched his toy.
The atmosphere was quiet again, only the sound of water droplets and car engines with a low volume.
"Yyoungmaaaaaaaa"
He woke up in a state of his forehead that was wet, because sweat sweat that was quite flowing profusely in both his right and left temples.
His breath was decapitated, as well as his chest that was still up and down remembering would be the worst nightmare for him.
He held onto her chest while slightly closing her beautiful round eyes, then sighed for a moment then threw her away slowly.
"Why dream like this again!" Bump him while hitting his fist on the bed.
The clock in the shape of a hello kity has shown at 06.57, he immediately went to clean his body.
She came out of the bathroom and sat down at the dresser.
Her hand picked up a peach-colored lipstick and then applied it on her beautiful thin lips.
His thin cheeks always accentuate his bones when he is smiling.
He applied strawberry-flavored lotion on both his arms and legs.
He then turned on a short-sleeved black shirt that read 'I don't care' and jeans se thighs while continuing to pay attention to his ideal body in front of the mirror.
He tilted his body alternately to the left and right while his eyes continued to look in the mirror and his thin and red aunt always put on a beautiful smile.
Her long hair was a lustrous blonde, in stark contrast to her pure white skin color.
Her height is in line with her weight, making her a pretty perfect girl.
When you finish dressing up
He was about to go down the stairs of his house to the dining room where his family always regularly gather for breakfast, lunch, and night.
He looked up at the stairs, an athletic man with yellow skin and blond hair.
The man was wearing a short-sleeved light blue T-shirt, combined with cream-colored knee-length cargo pants that were sitting with a woman whose age was estimated at around 43 years old,because it looks from the look of his face that still looks youthful.
He went down the stairs while holding his hand against the edge of the stairs.
Then he arrived at a table that contained some food menu.
"For Mah
Brother Fian when will I come home?"
The girl greeted the woman with whom she was with, and questioned the arrival of the man to her residence.
"Eh morning lin..."
Reply to the woman while widening her maroon-red lips.
The woman is Sasmita Lia Hartawan, the mother of two girls and the man.
the woman scooped the rice and was about to pour it on the plate that was right in front of the man.
"Mama thought you haven't woken up lin".
Yes, Alina Azalea Qiandra.
A beautiful girl born into a rich family.
His father who works as a successful businessman in Indonesia precisely in Jakarta.
It never lacked the economy.
"Morning of
I came to him, I didn't wake you up." Said the man with his smile to Alina.
Alina simply replied to him by twisting both of her eyeballs while looking at the man.
Fian Ardiyansyah Putra Hartawan is Alina's older brother.
His athletic body and his face are quite sweet, making him a man who is almost perfect and often the target of women out there.
Alina just sighed then bowed while playing the spoon that was in her hold.
Sasmita and Fian just stared at each other confusedly watching alina who suddenly changed expression into unpleasant to look at.
Sasmita only asked the cause of Alina being like this.
Then Alina explained that last night, she had just had another nightmare.
And again, the nightmare was never bored to always fill the sleeping flowers of an alina.
"Jas..
You pray to Allah that your dreams may be lost by themselves Lin."
said Sasmita casually while continuing to look at Alina who looks like someone who has lost his spirit.
"God?
Who is he mah?"
Reply Alina with a little raise her tone while putting a spoon on the plate that makes a loud enough sound.
"elina..
Please don't be like this. Mama knows you..."
sasmita explained, Alina suddenly interrupted her speech.
"Udah, it's still morning
Alina doesn't want to fuss over this!"
Alina snorted angrily as she rewinded her chair and was about to leave Sasmita and Fian at the dinner table.
Alina came back up the stairs and passed.
Sasmita only shed tears that came out of her eyelids that had been slightly wrinkled.
He rubbed her gently while sighing her heavily.
It's very easy to shed tears, just with little things like this.
While Fian, he simply embraced the shoulder of the sasmita to calm him down.
"Udah Mah's...
Maybe not yet. I'm sure, one day Alina won't be like this again,"
Fian took his breath slowly.
"Belief Mah, God is the best scripture maker of life" said his who tried to calm the sasmita.
Fian wiped away the tears that had soaked the cheek of the woman he was with with with a gentle stroke and heart.
"Honest yan...
Mama feels failed to be a mother who does not apply education to her daughter's son.
mama regretted that she abandoned you just for the sake of a career and a treasure whose nature is only temporary.
Mama's too busy with the dollar world until you don't remember the household world!" his tears broke that morning, he covered his face with both palms.
While Fian could only calm him down.
Alina just fell silent and sat in the blue chair close to the window of her room with a green view of the tree that quite show its beauty that morning.
Its swaying leaves were blown by the wind, and occasionally fell and fell to the ground.
I don't hate you, though,
It's just that there's something
It prevents me from getting to know you.
Why does his sense of my life flow complicated,
When there is no one
Chaperoned
Alina then moved towards the bookshelf in her room.
The books are quite neatly arranged with various titles of his novels and those that Alina has bought.
Alina's room is so spacious and luxurious that inside it can stand a bookcase that is quite large in size.
The walls are purple lavender, in contrast to the color of the house that dominates the white color.
His bed with a goose-patterned bed sheet on a luxurious queen-size bed.
Alina loves to write when she has time.
Alina has published approximately 9 titles of novels that have been recorded.
He wrote the stories with his imagination is quite good at composing the storyline in his work.
Alina had sorted out the novel to be read, then she was focused on a book called 'STRANGE' novel of her own work.
The novel was published 10 months ago and sold but not much.
Alina then picked it up and again sat down in the blue chair near her bedroom window that led to the outside.
He opened the pages of each novel.
He looked at each sentence of the novel carefully.
After a long time Alina read her novel, she was bored and felt tired.
He took the initiative to walk - a way to just get rid of fatigue in his mind.
Alina simply replaced her short jeans with long ones, then on her left wrist attached a rose gold watch that contrasts sharply with her pure white skin color.
Meanwhile, he still wears his black t-shirt which is padded with long jeans and is great for his ideal body shape.
Alina is the type of woman who always pay attention to the beauty of her body, starting from routine care once a month. And yoga, he routinely does it once every week.
Alina stuffed a small book and a yellow pen into her peach-colored sling bag.
The book was Alina's diary, she always wrote down every moment she went through and poured it into the book.
He always carried the book with him wherever he went.
"Sister Fian, Alina's going for a walk.
Tell Mama to not nyariin," said Alina while taking a piece of bread on the front desk Fian, then devoured into her mouth.
He went out in a hurry.
While Fian just shook his head.
Alina acted as if nothing had happened, and so did Fian.
Fian allowed Alina to leave on condition that she would not be able to return home for more than two in the afternoon.
Alina agreed to Fian's terms, so she walked out of her house and headed for the park.
He breathed in the fresh air in the morning, there he saw a lot of men and women who were alone together, there was also a little boy who was playing with his cheerful laugh.
Garden lights that have not been lit, chairs that are neatly arranged and also flowers that vary in color and type, of course, become the attraction of the park itself.
Especially with its green color that is quite pampering the eyes, shady trees where shelter is still a lot of standing firmly there.
It's just that there are some trees that are deliberately cut down to be used as a seat in the park.
and do not forget the chirping of birds into a beautiful melody in it.
While the sun in the morning, has not shown its rays are quite blinding to the eyes.
It was replaced by a fresh morning breeze.
The drops of dew that pervaded every flower petal and foliage neatly arranged in the garden.
Alina just twisted around her body spoiled, her thin pink aunt who always developed a sweet smile, adding to the joy engraved on her face.
"Astagfirullah." said a man
Alina accidentally hit a man who felt his age was quite different from her.
Viewed starting from his body posture that looks very mature, and out fit that he wears was very commensurate with his age.
The files in the man's grasp fell to the ground.
Alina immediately picked up the file and collected it and returned it to the owner.
"Ma.sorry sir. Sa.ya not intentionallyz" said Alina with stammering.
The man only received the file proffered from Alina's hand, he smiled kindly at Alina which made him misbehave.
"It's okay, no problem.
Next time be careful,".
Reply to the man with a fluffy smile on his face.
He then passed leaving Alina who was wrongly made her behavior.
To be honest, Alina felt a little overwhelmed watching the good looks of the man she had just met.
However, he tried to shake his mind that began to fall apart and returned to take a walk around the park near his residential complex.
Alina was sitting in a white garden chair, she then pulled out a small book, which is her diary.
Not to forget the yellow pen was always a loyal friend of the book.
I'll keep looking for you, though,
Seeing you back.
Although it is impossible to feel it once
Meet you again.
Alina wrote a sentence in her diary.
He then closed his pen and put it in his peach bag.
Alina opened the diary sheet by sheet, she tried to see the first new writing she made first.
There it says 29/03/95
That number is lined up on the top right side of her diary book.
The god? is it possible that I can know you?
Alina read over and over again the sentence she wrote first, alina returned to the next page.
Uncle, I'll find you soon:)
Still with the same date, just with a different page.
Alina closes her diary and returns to thinking for a moment after she sees her childhood writing.
Unknowingly, someone was watching him from a distance. Alina was unaware of that.
''Is it possible?
Ahh.I think it's just impossible, murmured alina while putting the diary book into her sling bag.
''Awhile..
I just remembered, the sentence spoken by the man was exactly like the sentence you used to say.''Alina's inner voice while sticking her index finger on her chin.
Alina is now on her way home, in the sense that the day is getting more and more daylight that is yellow enough to be afraid of burning her beautiful white skin, and the conditions that must be received from the fian earlier require that he leave the beautiful garden.
"Home home Lin" said a woman who was none other than Sasmita, her Mama.
Alina just answered the greeting from her mother then sat next to Sasmita while enjoying a plate of pastries made by bi Ina, the household assistant of the Hartawan family.
Accompanied by a cup of warm jasmine tea which became a blend of dishes in the afternoon.
Alina turned her body towards Sasmita.
"Mah
Alina apologized, Alina didn't mean to make mama cry." said guiltily as her face bowed.
Sasmita put down the dry chocolate cake that she had just bit her half.
Then he faced Alina.
"Don't dad, Mama understands.
Yeah maybe... Mama who is too overprotective equals little things.
Mama just hopes, one day there is a miracle that makes your life more purposeful"
Alina hugged Sasmita when she got the answer.
It was already 06:01
Alina walked down the stairs to meet Sasmita, she dyed on the sofa in front of the living room. But there he did not see Sasmita.
Alina asked Ina about Sasmita's whereabouts.
Bi Ina simply replied that her mama Alina was in her room to perform the maghrib prayer.
Alina nodded her head and walked to Sasmita's room.
However, Alina's steps stopped when she heard the crying voice of a woman who was none other than Sasmita.
The cry was so bitter, Alina got closer to the room and opened the door of Sasmita's room that was not locked.
''Allah..
You are the only one who rejects - the back of the heart.
Open my chest to accept all the harsh realities in my household, O God...
My daughter should be a victim of my greed thinking too much about the world.
I'm sorry, rabb...
Drop the magic for my lost daughter.''
Alina continued to listen carefully word by word Sasmita said.
Alina was just confused, in that do'a, her name was often mentioned and crowned that she was lost.
he has no idea what it really means.
Alina moved her head closer to the doorway of the slightly open sasmita room.
"Why so?" ask someone behind Alina.
"Ck ishh, this is again this." replied Alina while clasping her hand and regardless of who the voice behind her was.
Alina turned her body. He gasped when he found out who was standing before him.
Fian was wearing a white cocoa shirt and a gold combination black sarong and on his head was a black peci covering part of his hair.
Fian just draped both hands in front of his chest while watching Alina's child-like behavior caught stealing the cake belonging to his sister.
Alina was simply made misbehavior by Fian, she draped her lips into her mouth while her eyes continued to avoid fian's gaze.
"Never again.
Not good Alina," said Fian with his flat expression while hinting with one index finger.
"Fine Mr. Ustadz." Alina ran away leaving Fian in a clumsy state.
Fian only chuckles to watch Alina's behavior which sometimes always makes her laugh.
Fian just shook his head while confirming his black peci position then left the scene earlier.
Alina returned to Sasmita's doorstep again with a sneak fear Fian caught her again like that.
His appearance, Alina had not returned to her room but just peeked at Fian to quickly get away from the front door of her mama's room.
He knocked on the door and asked for permission to enter.
Alina sat on the edge of the bed with a bed of tulip-patterned sheets waiting for Sasmita to finish his worship.
Sasmita only asked about Alina's arrival to her room.
His appearance, Alina wanted to ask the whereabouts of her father who had been this whole day she had not seen him at all.
Sasmita only replied that Irawan Faras Hartawan, his father Alina is now in France to conduct meetings with his business partners there.
Recalling, another month will be held a fashion tender by the company NING CHAI BAI from China.
If any of the lucky companies become the winner of the tender, of course, it will get a considerable business profit and will experience a fairly rapid increase in company shares.
Therefore, Irawan is very enthusiastic to get it and from now on, he always prepares it carefully.
Irawan went to France last night at 10:00 with Andi, his secretary and confidant.
He handed over the company WESTERLY GROUP in Indonesia to his son, Fian.
He no longer worried about the fate of his company when he was out of town or abroad. He strongly believed in Fian to be able to manage his company's business well, and to replace him temporarily during his time in France.
Believe me, God is as good a manuscript maker of life")
