Miss To Move Diary

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Two months after the completion of the opening ceremony of Musabaqah Tilawatil Quran that night.

My day is busy with work and college. I set a goal of graduating my college. I started sharing often with the lecturers.

I am currently on duty outside the city.

I haven't been home for 3 days. At the moment Eva often follows me and even lives with me at Dinas' house.

I also set a target to have my own home. Will it be a delivery? I begin this chastisement with Bismillah, may Allah grant it.

After I got back from out of town, I got a leave of absence from the office.

I took this time to go home to my mom.

I haven't been home for a long time to meet a tough woman, a light hearted and also my spirit-spiriting duo.

Who else wouldn't be Mom, dad and bang Vhen.

Brother Mashel? Of course, because now he is preparing for the birth of his first child.

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"Dec, to the beach?" Said bang Vhen when I saw me sitting watching mama take out the pie from her grill.

"Sheat heat to the beach?" My answer.

"Oh my deck, hot afternoon just a few times, anyways not make your skin gossam.fright afraid.." Answer bang Vhen teased me.

Mom laughed at Bang Vhen's reply.

"Issha...." I replied while glancing sharply at bang Vhen.

Then smiled while cutting the pie and devouring it.

"Feel mom is top." My speech.

Bang Vhen sat beside me,

"You deck, bribe." Bang Vhen.

"By, aaaaaa nyam, take it yourself."

Bang Vhen stared intently at me.

"My handsome gate don't sulk, cup cup cup cup.take it yourself."

My brother looked at me more and more annoyed. Mom laughed at my dad from behind me.

"Well, don't ask me if I eat well again." Say it while sitting in a chair.

"Dad wants? here Yevn bribe."

Brother Vhen was getting annoyed. Jealous of my treatment.

"Don't sulk, ntar adek ga mau loh to his beach." I said to bang Vhen.

"Yevn, yesterday there was a meeting you came to the house." Mama said.

"Hm, who's mah? male, female?"

I asked while still eating my pie. 😙

"Laki, 2 people. Mama doesn't know, Vhen doesn't have a house. So my mom told me to come in. Said they happened to pass by, Trus stopped by. " Obviously mom.

"Ooh. If it's important they'll call Yevn." My answer is not interested. Because my focus is on my mom's pie.

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I really took advantage of my time off. Even when there was an offer to play music I refused. Because I really want to take a break for a moment, really take a vacation.

"Where's the deck going?" Ask bang Vhen who saw I was ready in the room.

It just so happened that my bedroom door was open.

"Get out bang. Hmm, to Mama Finda's house." Answer me with a heavy smile.

I still regularly visit the home of the late brother Arfan. Visiting his parents, established a relationship even though he was no longer there.

"Hmm, brother's coming." Bang Vhen.

I just put it on with a smile and nodded.

Arriving in the yard, mama Finda who was watering plants immediately welcomed us.

Mama Finda hugged me warmly.

"Kaifahaluki?" Mama Finda.

"Bikhoir alhamdulillah." My answer.

"Alhamdulillah son, healthy healthy old man." She replied with a smile, touching my cheek with her hand.

His face looked sad, although he was still trying to keep smiling.

He looked at me pity.

I just smiled, holding something back in my heart.

"Om where's aunt?"

Tanya bang Vhen broke the novelty between us.

"Om on the side, clean clean plants. Come in, auntie call me first."

After meeting and greeting papa Usman, I left bang Vhen chatting with him.

I followed Mama Finda into the kitchen preparing drinks and snacks.

Suddenly, Mama Finda looked at me.

I looked back at him.

"When are you going to open your heart again, son?" Ask mama Finda.

I just smiled and then looked down.

"The key is already in the deceased ma." My answer.

"Maybe you're young, but try to open your heart again. Mama sure the deceased is also not happy if you keep gini. Your mama said some men have come in to propose to you, is there not one that draws your heart? maybe you can try it first" said Mama Finda.

"Yevn is young ma. Maybe Yevn is not thinking about it at the moment. Well, besides the deceased the main reason." My answer.

"Your father is old, already sick. You can see how his health is at the end of this. He really wants to see you get married, too, Vhen.

Vhen's got a candidate, too, but he wants to see you get married first, and then he'll rush himself." Definitely mama Finda.

"Mama be guilty if you shut yourself up like this. Mama really wants you to be your daughter-in-law. Arfan's choice is the choice of family mama. But God willed another. But you're still my mother's daughter. This is all you can do." Say mama again with glassy eyes.

I hugged Mama Finda with a lot of love. I really don't want her to cry.

I tried to hold back the tears from falling.

Mama held up a tray of warm tea and biscuits. I entered the training room of the late brother Arfan after asking permission from mama Finda.

This is the first time I met the deceased. I was introduced by bang Vhen.

It is still clear that Arfan's face welcomes us.

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Missing the beloved,

very commonplace,,

My longing for the lover is also clearly engraved,

It's just, it's just,

My misses are endless,,

Blinds, though,

unlike the waves that come to the beach,,

just, my miss I put it with him

kissing the shoreline and melting into the reef,,,,

I don't even understand the plot,,,,,, I,,,,

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Arfan smiled sweetly at that. The love and attention that I thought was just a brother, it turns out that love follows behind it.

But my heart was really stuck with him.

I even forgot my objections to accepting it which reasoned my age which was still fairly young.

"Ana uhibbuka fillah, sister. Arfan Hadi Al Ghifary bin Usman Al Ghifary, I am ready to accept your proposal, make you my imam, be your life companion, love you wholeheartedly because of God.

I will try to keep myself steady for you. May Allah be meridhoi."

No one will understand this dilemma.

No one will ever understand your heart Yevn.

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