My Diamond is Fragile
DIAMOND FLAKES IN THE COUNTRYSIDE
*This story is just fictitious. If there is a similarity in the name of the character, the scene or the story, it is a mere coincidence and there is no element of intentionality.
A rose that is still attached to the stem, he holds it with a plump fingers. His skin is white like 'snow white'. Tiny stature with a pointed nose. Many say she looks like actress Ranty Maria. Her signature knit sweater is pitted with a quadrangular khimar covering the chest and a plisket skirt of lylac color. The smell of the roses he just watered. Her name is Yasmeen, Arabella Yasmeen. An Indo-Dutch mixed girl who has left both her parents in a tragic accident.
13 Years ago, in a third of the night. Rain in the hills. An Accord sedan is speeding. Herbert Van Wilson (45 years old) and Anna Marilyn (37 years old) were killed after crashing into a ravine guardrail, sending the sedan bouncing and overturning in the middle of a hilly road. They were on their way home after saying the word shahadah. This family of converts left behind a beautiful 4-year-old daughter.
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"Teteh. don't daydream or, hayuk moved nyiramnya". Izza awakens Yasmeen from her daydreams.
"Eh.. Izza please fill the water well? Drips want to cut off the withered leaves." Clear thread in the corner of his eyes was stuck. The flowers reminded him of his most beloved figure.
Mami's favorite flower white rose. Yasmeen now lives with a husband and wife, a njai teacher and the owner of an orphanage. Abah Yahya and Umm Siti. They were the ones who led Papi and Mami to Islam.
" Darna. geulis. Please Umi. ieu si nangis continued. Ummi bathed Sulis again". Ummi Siti teetered while holding an 8-month-old baby.
" Li Ummi, let Abdul Eneng be invited" left the roses. The baby boy who sniffled.
In this home there are 3 teenagers the age of Yasmeen, 1 baby boy, 8 girls and 3 boys of SD age. Yasmeen still has a family. The younger brother of his Papa whom he used to call 'Oom handsome'. It was he who sustained most of the needs of the parlors and especially the needs of Yasmeen. His name was Rudolf Van Wilson, a Catholic.
" Abdul. Anak sholeh yuk we find Izza tea, just now teteh mintain please get water kok even say the tetehnya". Izza is one of the girls of the orphanage, age 8. Her parents left her to work abroad.
Yasmeen walked outside the fence of the parlour. While holding Abdul. Chanting sholawat, bright and sagged. Sometimes I kissed that baby boy.
" Tetap.. " Izza waved from a distance. Next to him was a tall man in a denim shirt, casual yet neat, like an Arab descendant.
Just got into an SUV.
Yasmeen approached, their eyes briefly meeting. The surrounding sound seemed to disappear, time seemed to stop for a moment. Enchanted with each other in seconds. He's good-looking. Like Reza Rahadian. Only able to give a nodding gesture, Yasmeen replied with a lowered head. He passed by his car..
"Izza..who was the tea talking to?"
"No tea, city guy. Ask mr. kades' house. Sorry for the tea, Izza tea was with mamang putu cake so Izza came out first". Her chirps.
" Deteh from just waiting for the water, Izza mah kumaha did not pay first if you want to go out". Omel Yasmeen's.
"Sorry, Izza is in a hurry. Where her daughter's mama has escaped. "
"Oh well, come in.. In the afternoon"
"Tea.. Aa' was a handsome pisan yah? Similar artist.", as well as the boy.
" Eehh. Little is Izza's flirty. Do you know the artist? ". Poking the tip of Izza's nose, Yasmeen passed. Girls who rarely watch TV. Not using a smartphone. Only use old-school HP to communicate with Oom.
The net sparkles when he imagines a new figure he meets. Yasmeen who always keep not to come into contact with non-mahram, without the cue of his fantasy to make money. How nice it would be to see him one more time. Is this first sight love?
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The village road is still foggy, the sun has not fully revealed itself. The side dishes are over, time for shopping. After dzikir and ta'lim morning 2 girls parlour with Ummi Siti walk to the market.
A small market where residents sell farm produce and bring merchandise from the city. Rarely can the children of the home eat marine fish, except those that have been salted. Alhamdulillah in the orphanage has a catfish pond and mojair. Also raising chickens to support the brothers. This place is a form of sincerity of a husband and wife in helping others. Abah often told Om Handsome that Abah received money from him only until Yasmeen married.
Ummi Siti walks into the store, while Yasmeen and Hanifah enter the market buying spices and tempeh. Today the market is more crowded than usual. Mothers crowded in front of the grocery store.
While Yasmeen was conversing with Ms. Encum the tempe seller, Hanifah was shopping for spices next to her. Suddenly feeling a circular touch on his shoulder, Yasmeen was shocked.
"Sury is that! Yasmeen doesn't like it! " that innocent girl was scared.
"Solar Tea is not polite! Hanifah whip ka Abah later to convey to Mr. Kades! " Bela her friend.
"Eh Hanifah. Akang Teh has told me the father, want to ask for lamaman Yasmeen" said the weathered bachelor teasing him.
" Yasmeen tea is scared! Not wanting to marry the same!", the girl's body trembled violently until her face was red withstanding tears.
"duh geulis's.. Is it a monster tea? I love Yasmeen. It wouldn't be so bad with Yasmeen".
Yasmeen ran out of the market. The unpaved roads, fist-sized stones made his steps topple over. His feet fell into a hole, making his body look good. Yasmeen sprained, had not had time to fall his hand to reach the pile of soy sauce bottle crates next to the store. The body collapsed with his body, 2 krat soy sauce and its contents hit the body and head Yasmeen. His vision blurred, then unconscious.
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His gaze was still dim, Yasmeen looked around. He was in the car. Then his eyes closed again. Between pain and weakness, he was covered unbearably.
He hears typical hospital sounds. Reminds him of that night, the night he was the only one found alive in a drizzle tragedy. Yasmeen woke up, looking around. Found Ummi Siti and Hanifah beside him. He was taken to one of the small hospitals in Bandung.
"Ommy.. ". Stimulants..
" geulis.. It's okay, don't move much. Doctor Yasmeen said the tea is still in Obserpation" Logat sunda is quite medok.
" Yasmeen tea is okay? Which one is sick? " ask Hanifah.
"Yasmeen tea is just sleepy, as are his legs that hurt so much.."
"You're tea from sleeping? Kira mah koma! " the chirps collide with innocence.
"After all, Ummi asked for help Ipah accompanied Yasmeen neng? Ummi comes home for a while, later so he can change the same guard Ina".
" Ummi, where is Yasmeen? What were we here to ride? ". Yasmeen still could not remember anything that had happened.
" This is in Bandung, earlier we delivered tea with Mr. Kades' friend. Oh Allah, thankfully someone brought a car to the market so Yasmeen can be quickly brought here". Ummi's Stories.
"In Bandung? Continue Ummi tea how to go home?"
The trip to the old orphanage is about 2 hours from Bandung. Yasmeen who had been almost a dozen years had never gone down the mountain was a little confused.
"Friendly friend of Mr. Kades neng. Outside there's Miss Kades too. Surya tea was also willing to come, but scolded the same Miss Kades. Because Surya is flirtatious, Yasmeen is like this". Ummi Siti.
The sound of knocking on the door, Ms. Kades asked for permission to enter. Yasmeen tidied up her veil. Unexpectedly, Miss Kades entered with a young man. The young man who Yasmeen was not so foreign to his figure.
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