Me, You, And the Journey of Life

Forced to Live in a Shophouse.

Adib came home in disbelief. Somehow the story is clear, which he certainly knows if the Rendra in question is his own sister.

"Assalamualaik." Adib entered the house which was immediately welcomed by Ms. Dina. Adib decided to turn around after delivering Anindi safely to the store secretly because the woman refused firmly.

"Wa'alaikum salutations." Ms. Dina was sitting in the living room, waiting for her husband to come home.

Adib kissed the back of his mother's hand. Sitting next to the woman who gave birth and raised him. "Have you not come home yet, Mom?" Looking around, right.

Ms. Dina smiled as she nodded slowly. "No, Son. I'm worried too."

Adib was silent, his father was indeed difficult to manage. Doctors were forbidden to work, but still left. Maybe because you are used to doing work, you will be bored at home.

Ms. Dina looked at Adib's face. Something is strange. The eldest child seems to have a lot of burden, indeed all humans must have a burden. "Son, you got a problem?" Staring at Adib.

Adib himself was not surprised. Since childhood he was closer to his mother than Rendra. His sister was close, but because he felt his mother was considered unfair so that made Rendra think Adib was the most beloved child. Every mother will love her child.

"I'm just tired, Mom." Adib lied. He was surprised, but could not tell the story.

Bu Dina noticed the firstborn who had stepped on about thirty years. Until now Adib has never introduced any woman to be a prospective wife. In any case, his son looked perfect. Moreover, the establishment can not be doubted, Adib has been looking for money from since sitting in high school. Compared to Rendra, the boy was more precocious. Not much to say, but to love family. "You want to eat first? Let me get ready."

Adib did not want to eat, was full of reality and curiosity. "I don't seem to want to eat, Mom. Just go ahead." The man subtly refused so that the mother would not feel sad. "I'm just gonna take a break."

Ms. Dina can't force it. Learn from the mistakes of the past, forget all the ego that had made his youngest child hurt. Don't get it wrong again. "Yes already." Small smile.

Adib stood up, but did not have time to step forward because the mother again said.

"Son, don't you want to think about getting married?" ask Ms. Dina. Want to feel like another family that has fondled grandchildren, especially his age with the husband is no longer young. "Mom just asked."

Adib. The question was often asked by his mother at least once a month. He understands very well the feelings of both parents, having a son who is already well established and mature does seem to have hopes to bring future daughters-in-law, let alone immediately get married and give grandchildren. There must be happiness in itself. It's just that, until this moment Adib has not thought about it. The reason, because it is not fully ready to be the leader of the family, it is a pretty heavy mandate.

"Mother's friends already have grandchildren, every arisan must be brought. I think I want to too, but if I force you to get married, it's also a big mistake" said Bu Dina, expressing feelings that struggle in the heart.

Adib looked back, looking at his mother who was bowed languidly. "I'm sorry, Mom, I haven't been able to make that Mom and Dad dream come true. Not unwilling, but for me getting married is something that cannot be decided carelessly. I don't want my marriage to go bad just because I forced myself."

Her mother's eyes were full of lies. That's what Adib felt. There was a glimpse of hope mixed with disappointment over Adib's decision. However, Adib can not force himself to be like the wishes of others. Danger.

"I'll go to the room first, ma'am." Adib chose to avoid continuing conversations again. He left the guest room and immediately went up to the second floor, meeting a soft mattress that he had become his loyal friend.

Adib slammed on the bed, tired. Massaging both forehead, pain. His head seemed to be split in two, but his curiosity about what happened to Rendra and Anindi could not be lost. "Astagfirullah, what are they hiding?" Adib closed his eyes. Before bathing and praying Isya, he prefers to relax for a moment the brain and mind. Lately there are so many problems that need to be borne by his brain, this makes him crazy too.

***

In the shop, Anindi confused herself. The area is very quiet at night. Pretty prone to criminals too. However, the girl is determined to stay at the second floor of the shophouse as long as her mother still has to want her out of the house.

"I have to pray first." Anindi put the food box on the small table, rushed off to the bathroom that was only downstairs. It's fine to stay here for a while, as long as it doesn't trouble others. Cantika is also good, but she also does not feel good alone in someone else's room.

Anindi performed Isha's prayer first. Enjoy the time to meet the Almighty. After that was done, his mind floated back to the incident earlier. Adib exudes a different body language after showing a photo of Rendra.

"I wonder who they really are?" Anindi kept asking herself. Thinking about a definite answer and trying to employ the brain to get a definite answer.

"When you look around, they have their names. But it is also impossible for twins. Rendra was a crazy man, while the person I met earlier was inversely proportional." Anindi continued to chatter on her own until she forgot the lunch box that should have been delivered to Rendra.

Five minutes struggling with his own questions, Anindi finally decided to let go of her face. Sitting pensively by the window showing the soon-to-be-lost streets of the capital city.

That feeling brings loneliness within. Without her, she has no one. Anindi's mind is drawn to the past, where the marriage took place in the blink of an eye. Crushed to pieces. There is not the rest one bit. Maybe something left, a sense of trauma. It even made Anindi less trusting of men for now. Many approached, but none of them could break through Anindi's defensive walls. "I couldn't have asked him to come here last night. That's not good." Anindi was looking for a way to keep the food from going red. "I'd better eat it." Options fall on this option, at least not throwing food away too much and can be beneficial as well. Anindi has not eaten yet.

***

Bu Lia felt lonely after Anindi left. However, this was also for the good of her son's household. "It turns out without him it's sad too." Ms. Lia was about to close her eyes while lying on the bed.

A few seconds later, the sound of a car engine stopped in front of the house. Miss Lia woke up again, it was impossible for anyone to come at night. As he remembered not having a family also who had a car, especially Ms. Lia is an only child just like Anindi. No brother. "Who is coming." Ms. Lia pulled the blanket aside, stood up and immediately walked out of the room. Walk towards the outside door in a half-dark state. However, in order to avoid all forms of evil, the mother of one child decided to peek out from behind the window.

Bu Lia was standing in front of the window, revealing the strands of the sword and was shocked. "Astag." The middle-aged woman was shocked. I really didn't expect it to be like this. His shock increased when the knock on the door sounded, surely that person did a reasonable thing as a guest.