MY LOVE ENDS WITH YOU

MISPROPRIATE

NARITA POV

 

I was shocked to hear Mama Ali's question. Why did he suddenly ask that? Is Ali…….?

Ahh, I have to explain.

“Ali, what does this mean? Auntie?” I looked at Ali and his mother in turn, waiting for their explanation.

Hufh, Ali let out a long sigh and looked at me with a look I could not understand. He patted her hair and grabbed it at the end. The look on his face revealed a restlessness or turmoil.

I still look at him.

“Na,,,” Ali again rubbed his face violently, then looked at me.

“My mom wants you to be her daughter-in-law” Ali's words make me widen my eyes a little and frown.

“Ma-ma-means?” I who feel stupid even ask more things that make me look more stupid. This is really an expression of my nervousness. Ali who used to tease me with sweet words, said ‘suka’, and all this time I only considered jokes, now it seems serious. 

“Tante--?” I turned to look at Ali's mom because Ali didn't give an answer right away. Ali still supported her head with her right hand.

I waited faithfully for his explanation for a few minutes. 

“Na, all this time I was serious about the expression of my heart. I really like you. I'm really serious about you. My mother as a witness, will you be my wife?” Ali looked at me sharply and fixedly. Our eyes met, I sought the honesty of both brown eyes, and I found no lies there.

I still can't believe what I'm hearing. This is a very surprising thing for me. The first time I met Ali's mother, I was suddenly asked to be her daughter-in-law. Ali, who had been joking a lot, now said with a serious look. 

“Al but.”

“I accept you as you are. My family never looked at anyone from their background. Most importantly she is the faith, her morality is good, and can be relied upon to be my companion and be a good mother to my children” as I turn to look at Mama Ali, she nods gently, smiles, smiles, but his facial expression was also serious.

“Will you be my daughter-in-law? Ali's wife?” mama Ali asked me again. His face was pleading and pleading.

“Ali, auntie, sorry” my voice is weak and I dare not look into their hopeful eyes, I only dare to look down slowly.

“Why Na?” ask Ali quickly.

“Ali, aunt, all this time I thought of Ali as a sister. My love for you like I love my sister?” I tried to convince Ali with words and by gathering courage, I looked back into his eyes. 

“Can't you open your heart for me? At least try to open your heart for me?” pinta Ali's.

“Ali, aunt, sorry..” I tried to stand up and grabbed my backpack that was beside Ali.

“Excuse me, Assalamu’alaikum” I nodded and smiled slightly. Without waiting for their answer, I immediately stepped away from there. From the tail of my eyes, I saw them only speechless.

I don't know why I feel guilty. Did Ali misinterpret my attitude? Do I feel like I am giving hope? I always accept Ali's invitation to go together, accept Ali's offer to take her car to go to college, I think we're the same, I consider her a sister and she considers me a sister.

I got out of the cafe and headed to the bus stop. Arriving at the stop, I sat for a moment while waiting for the bus. I closed my eyes for a moment, taking off this burden. Somehow Ali's love statement made me feel like I was carrying a heavy burden.

Tut tut tut tut

The sound of the bus horn woke me from consciousness due to the momentary daydream. With a shunt step I took the bus and while sitting I went back to daydreaming. I opened my cell phone gallery. I looked at the funny photos and videos of my two children. I hope to get some entertainment from there.

Yes, for a moment I felt comforted, but a moment later I went back to daydreaming. I realized because of them, I had a hard time opening my heart again. Because of them, I was very careful to accept someone back.

However,,, the,,,

Is it not because of them that I must continue to live.

I closed my eyes again, pervading my mind for a moment.

There's no way I'm going back to him. He never remembered me, let alone them. He was happy with his new life.

Yeah.Bissmillah.

God, help me rediscover half my missing ribs.

Without water dripping from the corner of my eye. I slowly opened my eyes and let out a long sigh permeating the heart, steadying my heart.

Ali, thank you. Because of you, I remember opening my heart. I'm sorry, but I can't be with you.

I got off at the bus stop and walked home.

 

- - - House Karen---

Maghrib Adhan from Little of Al Aqsa. Immediately I accompanied and taught Karen to wait, prepared our face, and then took her hand to lead her together to the Little of Al-Aqsa. 

“Hai Na” greet someone from behind, make me stop step.

I saw her smiling sweetly. She wears a sarong, white long-sleeved cocoa shirt, white kopyah. Not only does he look more handsome but he is also handsome. His posture is ideal, very pass wearing any model clothes. It was as if he was emitting a calming light.

He kept on spreading a smile, looked at me, and stepped closer to me.

DEG

My God, why is my heart still beating looking at it.

BOD*H!!

I don't know why I've become cursed in my heart like this.

“Come!” his right hand was stretched out as if to embrace my shoulder but not touch it.

Hearing his voice again, I came to my senses from the daydream praising his good looks and cursing his stupidity. I smiled wryly at his invitation. I went back to continue my steps.

Davis's right hand holds Karen's free hand. Now we both walk together. I'm on Karen's right while Davis is Karen's left. We held Karen's hand together.

On the way we met Ali. He glanced at us and immediately threw away his face and walked quickly ahead of us. His attitude was cold, as if he was meeting a stranger. Maybe he's still mad at me.

“Honey, comein! His solemn worship! Don't fuss!” Davis took off her hand and aligned her body with Karen as we reached the door of the lady part of the Little of Al Aqsa. Hearing Davis' advice, Karen smiled and nodded obediently. Davis stroked Karen's face that had been covered with mucus. What a sweet sight this was, could it be that he would treat his own son like this as well?

After performing the prayer, I came out of the Little of Al Aqsa women's room in Karen's company. Arriving outside now gentian Dave is waiting for us.

He also wore long pants, a koko shirt and a kopyah similar to Davis's. He did look different with this appearance, more thoughtful. Dave and Davis were created as men with near-perfect faces. If they are not entrepreneurs, maybe their faces will wara wiri on Indonesian television stations.

He looked at me and smiled. Suddenly his hand reached for Karen.

Dave and I are both holding Karen. Karen looked up at us in turn, then smiled. 

“Im Happy, Dad, nan” he said and I felt him tighten his hand.

“Excuse me!” said Ali suddenly who quickly passed from us. He didn't look at us at all.

I can only take a long breath.