METAPHOR OF YOUNG LEGISLATOR LOVE
Adeeba and Tama
"Mas Aryans? You?" Lena was shocked and confused to see the figure of the man who had just married her.
For some reason when Arya calls her Adeeba, her little heart hopes that her husband is the love of her childhood dreams who once left her and has promised to pick her up someday.
"Sister Tama?" mummy Lena watered.
Arya nodded slowly, looking at the little girl she had been looking for with teary eyes.
"I am your Old Sister, Adeebaku," whispered Arya back, making their gazes meaningful. Now they embrace each other, making all those present join the training.
Shortly after, Arya grabbed a microphone and started talking.
"Today, the Almighty has shown His power, by reuniting me with a girl whom I left sixteen years ago with a promise" Arya said, while looking at Lena full of love.
"Since birth, we were doomed with the same pain and story. We were both unwanted by both of our parents, and were both left in an orphanage without being able to know our true selves" Arya continued, then stopped him for a moment because his chest suddenly felt tight.
"We grew up in an orphanage that despite being full of simplicity, but there we found warmth and sincerity. At the parlour we also learned about the meaning of love and compassion, until the feeling of mutual care and care between me and the little girl that I always protected when in the orphanage was just intertwined. I'm sure at our age that is still small is not about the love of lovers, but rather the love of an older brother who always wants to protect his sister," Arya continued to tell me, with a long sigh.
"Until sometime, sixteen years ago when the little girl was 7 and I was 12, a family adopted me and was willing to make me their child. For the sake of pursuing my ideals, I left the girl with a promise, I will pick her up when I am a great person and will take care of her for life" Arya continued her story, while everyone present was still hearing carefully, while occasionally wiping away the tears that escaped from the tip of their eyes.
"But all dreams are dreams. My foster parents turned out to be nothing more than depraved people who just wanted to take advantage of me in order to find money for them. I was forced to take to the streets, early in the morning had to work as a newspaper deliveryman and afternoon until evening I had to become a street singer in order to pursue the deposit that my foster parents had set. Until one day, when I was busy busking at a red light, an angel of heaven looked so pity to see me looking for change by singing near the window of his car," continued Arya, Arya, smiling at Mama Titania.
"The angel was Mama Titania. She was the one who asked me a lot about my life, until finally decided to take care of me after previously redeeming me with some money given to my foster parents. Since then I have been in the midst of the family of Dewangga. They took care of me and treated me like their own child. Even I was schooled up to S2 at a top University in America with their real son, Ryan Dewangga," Arya sighed violently.
"After I graduated, the House of Dewangga was not willing to take me off. They made me a great person at Dewangga Group, so that I could be the person you all see today" Arya said later.
"And when I was able to live independently, I went back to look for the little girl in the parlour but she was gone. I kept looking but the trail I could not trace anymore. Until a while ago, I decided to marry another girl, for the same reason I promised the girl of my childhood dreams. I want to keep her with me marrying her,"
"But a few minutes ago, when I had to make a name to be my life partner, I realized that the girl I was marrying was my old little girl. That's Adeeba. And this is the end of Lena Adeeba's sad story with Arya Hutama, because after this I am sure we will be happy forever" Arya ended her story by tightly hugging her wife, which was followed by Mama Titania and Mama Davina who now also grabbed them both.
All the guests present were unable to hold back the blue day that just appeared when they heard the story of Adeeba and Tama which were none other than Lena and Arya.
That day, all those present at Lena and Arya's wedding bear witness, that the soul mate will never be changed. God has prepared our respective partners, and will bring us together with our soul mate with our respective love destiny.
Rani is unceasingly grateful for everything they witnessed that day. At least she can calm down, seeing Lena meet her childhood love who will be her most loyal guardian.
Although tired of all the lightning preparations must be willing to do, but all paid off just by seeing Lena and Arya happy.
"We're going home, honey. Arya and Lena also went straight home to their apartment. Maybe they can't wait to miss after a long time without seeing each other" asked Ryan, who still found his wife lazing in bed.
"We could have stayed here last night, Mas. Rani kangen this room. Ever since we got married we haven't slept in this room yet," Rani whined like a child, while tugging at the end of her husband's shirt spoiled.
"If it's spoiled like this, how can you try? Ngggemesin tau," replied Ryan, who could never refuse if his wife had spoiled like that.
"Can? Yes," cried Rani girang.
"Don't be happy just yet. As usual, I asked for the fee tonight, too," Ryan said with a sly smile.
"As usual, take as much as Mas Ryan would," replied Rani as she patted her husband's cheeks softly.
Ryan also put his forehead on his wife's forehead. When their eyes met, there was love there. It's just that, there are no words of love that dare to say. Perhaps because they cannot define the true nature of love so absolutely that they are reluctant to prove it in words. Perhaps it is because they are not ready to accept the reality if their love is still clapping one hand.
Ahh, why is it so hard just to be honest.
"*Do I have to say that I love her?" ryan murmured in his heart.
"Did he love me like I love him? Or does he still love his past?" inner Rani*.
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