Muhasabah Love

Solutions

The two 27-year-old men could only duck continuously for almost an hour. Space was not struggling, while Sakti was also unable to defend when Mrs Nasita nagged incessantly.

Indeed there is no shout, but still the anger of a mother is able to make Sakti and Angkasa silent. The two men never denied what the old man said, let alone the woman who made them born into the world.

“Mama disappointed with you.” Madam Nasita heaved a heavy sigh. Highlight his eyes unchanged, still glaring followed by a sharp glare. He looked at Angkasa and Sakti alternately without caring one of them was not his own child.

For many years Sakti lived with Angkasa, Mrs Nasita and Mr. Aji thought the man was like a child himself. Out of the house freely, Sakti talk anything is always heard and noticed like parents who care so much. However, when wrong, not infrequently also Sakti can reprimand.

The man who had just returned from work looked up at Mrs Nasita. Then, Sakti glanced at her best friend who was next door. He doesn't want to answer anything. Sakti let Angkasa handle the problem himself this time.

“If it's like this, have you been able to realize, Kasa?”

“Ma, sorry,” said Angkasa in a voice so soft as to hint that he now admitted wrong.

“Sorry you shouldn't be for Mama. But on Myria.” Again, Mrs Nasita confirmed. His sharp eyes did not soften. The shady and soothing look of the soul he used to have, is now no more.

Angry and disappointed melted in the heart of Mrs Nasita. The lie, the condition of Space that was injured by the race, really incised a wound.

Space is down again. His fingers interlocked and occasionally squeezed without pressure. The man took a deep breath.

It is not easy to just admit wrong, let alone hear his mother impressed to defend Myria. However, as a man, Angkasa must be manly. “Iya, Mother. Tomorrow I apologize to Myria.”

“Tomorrow? Why not now?” It seems that Mrs Nasita disagrees. He folded both his arms. “You left Myria confused for days. She cried when she spoke to Mom. Although Myria is not Mama's biological child, but Mama is sad to hear it.”

Angkasa's position as a favorite child seems to have been shifted since Myria was present in the family. In the past, it was always Angkasa hope that the family received the presence of Myria. However, now it feels different to sometimes make him upset.

“Ma, it's night.” Refutation made. The sky looked at his mother again. “I'm not good at disturbing Myria night-night. I promise, tomorrow will sell Mama.” request

“Request Mama?” Angkasa's answer is not right in the eyes of Mrs Nasita. The heart that began to soft, now hardened again because of the speech of the child. “Do you do that because of coercion? Are you still not sure if the man named Andreas is Myria's sister?”

“Ma .. where do I know that man is his sister.” Just a little bit, Angkasa wants to get some leeway from Mrs Nasita. He does not want to be cornered continuously.

“If you know like that, why get angry so suddenly?”

Space kicep. Any defense is useless. The mother was too disappointed that her trust might be hard to come by after this incident.

Some years, hard-earned Angkasa got parental permission to get freedom back. However, in an instant, everything could be destroyed just like that due to his selfishness. They do not want the consequences to be borne.

“Narendra Angkasa Sastra, Mama and Papa never taught you to be a man who can talk rudely to women. Especially to make her cry just because of misunderstanding. Worse yet, you misunderstand what is not right in your own mind. Admit you're jealous so it's like this.”

The series of sentences that came out of Mrs Nasita's mouth increasingly plunged Angkasa in a hole of wrong taste. He could only exhale a few times, which the man did with the bandage on his left arm.

Not seeing the response from Angkasa or Sakti, Mrs Nasita paused the conversation. He sat leaning back, then spoke in a soft tone. “Kasa, if it's like this, Mama wants to rethink your desire to refer with Myria.”

Since then, Angkasa and Sakti immediately raised their faces. Confused expressions were very noticeable on their faces.

“Tante.” Sakti took over. I can't be quiet anymore hearing that thing.

“Let Space introspect, Sakti. Her soul is still sick, Aunt worried she would hurt Myria.”

“Tante, but ..” Sakti held back the speech when she saw Madam Nasita first shake her head. He moved on to Mr. Aji. “Om.”

“Om follow what Aunt.” says

“But, Om. I'm sure Myria understands this. He already knows the state of the Space, I gave his year.”

Mr. Aji shook his head slowly. “It's not that easy, Sakti. Myria's father won't take Myria off just like that. Especially after knowing the condition of Angkasa.”

The Space Hand landed on the arm of Sakti. His friend wanted to ask for understanding, but was forbidden. “No need to bear me on. I can skipatin this.”

Sakti's gaze widened. “Ka, but Myria have been waiting for you from yesterday? When is gini?”

The two old men went. Mrs Nasita approached Angkasa and pulled into a hug. “Im sorry Mama.”

The head of the sky fell onto his mother's shoulder. “Mama is not wrong. I'm the one looking for trouble. I promise I'll get this over with, Ma. Now come on, go home.”

Although a little dissatisfied with his best friend's decision, Sakti still ushered the Angkasa family forward. He also said he would take the Space motor that was still in the hospital, then return it to the house.

The car drove slowly. Everyone inside waved at Sakti. After that, Sakti was left alone.

“Lo is very lucky to have an Om Aji kayak ortu kayak with Aunt Ayu, Ka. The vow! Sometimes I envy.”

The moon that had decorated the night had sunk. Myria immediately left for work because Andreas said he couldn't deliver. I don't know what it's about with his father's brother.

Arriving outside the apartment, Friska was waiting. Myria came to her best friend with a bright smile. “Kok, you don't chat me? Just know if I don't have anything anter.”

“Andreas called me last night,” said Friska while giving her the helmet.

“Didih, don't get along with him. Ntar you could be my brother-in-law.”

Friska hit the head of Myria who had been covered in a helmet. “I don't like brondong.”

Myria's laughter just came out in response to the words of her best friend. Still morning, the arrival of Friska was enough to make his mood improve. “How did he like it? Seumuran?”

“Dih, that's if you, My.”

The motor drove along with Myria's wind-blown laughter. He closed his body because he wanted to talk more. “Where is the preparation of the boutique?”

“New process behind the name of the land you want to build, anyway, My. Still taken care of by a notary.”

“What location do you take?”

“Yang deket house Mr. Zayyan.”

“Eh?” Myria was a little surprised. “Lhoh, so buy that land? Even though yesterday the price was somewhat beyond reason it was people. How, you're desperate?”

“I'm the same nego who has. I asked people around there about the owner. When I got the info, I just went straight to the house that has the land without caring about the high price intercession. Bodo amat.”

Slowly Myria digested Friska's words. After understanding, he asked again, “So who has who?”

“Pak Zayyan.”

“Hah?”

Replace Friska who laughed at Myria's expression. From the left side rearview, he could glance at his best friend once in a while.

“Udahlah, tomorrow weekend I'm more complete.”

The chat blends in with the atmosphere of the city in the morning. The streets are dense, then the vehicle seems to compete with their respective goals.

Myria arrived at the office safely. He thanked her, then let Friska go. There are still 20 minutes before work hours begin, Myria to buy coffee in the cafeteria.

Business over. The woman went up to the fifth floor where her room was. When we got there, some friends arrived first.

Myria greeted just that, then headed for her own table. As the hand was about to pull the chair, his gaze turned to the table, where there was a bouquet of white tulips lying down.

Before asking others, the woman with the black jet first pulled the flower arrangement. Myria found a small paper with a short message.

I saw the flowers in your vase start to wither. Throw that away and replace this. All right, this is a sign of my apology to you.