My Love is Blocked by the Holy Promise

Chapters. 45. Old Friend

(POV) Dinda

"So you must have forgotten me, I'm old, you've forgotten me so easily" he spoke. I think I know that voice.

one second, two seconds, three seconds, I remember he was my childhood friend Rupiah. Rupiah was the son of a housekeeper who worked for my neighbor. Every day Rupiah always works for his mother. Every time Rupiah's mom works I always take her to my house. Initially, Rupiah's mother always forbade Rupiah to play with me for fear of being troublesome and felt it was inappropriate for a maid to play with the son of a businessman. But my mother always assured me that she wouldn't mind her daughter playing with the son of a housekeeper.

Our friendship lasted until I graduated Junior High. Even though we did not go to the same school and Rupiah no longer joined his mother to work at my neighbor's house. But often I come to the Rupiah house which is only a few hundred meters from my house. I also often invite Rupiah to play at my house even my mother often ask Rupiah to stay at my house when he has a job outside the city.

After I entered Rupiah High School the family decided to return home because his grandfather died and his father had to continue his brother's work. After that we never met again, but I still keep photos of our togetherness first.

"You're Dinda the son of a conglomerate, my good friend right," said the woman I remember named Rupiah.

"Rupiaaaah" we immediately drew closer to each other spread out both hands and then hugged.

"I miss you very much Rupiah, I miss you, during your return to your hometown, I never had a friend as good and sincere as you. I've been looking for news of your whereabouts. But you are like being swallowed by the earth.

"Sama Dinda I miss you a lot too. Sometimes if I go to town, I want to stop by your house, but I'm afraid you don't recognize me anymore. Especially when I told my husband about my friendship with you, he never believed, he said, no rich man would be friends with a poor man like me. If there was maybe he was a child did not understand about choosing a suitable friend according to his social average. So he told me to forget you," Rupiah said as he let go of his embrace and sat back down with tears streaming down both sides of his cheeks. I also could not help crying happily.

"It's okay that it's important we've now met again. We intertwine the rope of friendship, even though we are no longer young even though I do not know the rope is still good or not, "my words were greeted with laughter by everyone.

"Please drink the water Dinda ma'am, mother must be thirsty after a long journey," said Ms Marni prospective besanku.

"My thirst is gone, my cape is also suddenly gone, ma'am, thanks to meeting old friends" I said.

"That's just met an old friend, how about meeting an old boyfriend, there can be jealous," Fira my daughter chimed in.

"His father is jealous also ma'am, kok is the same as my wife, he likes to be jealous too, if the recurrence of jealousy makes us helpless, confused to explain it, it's so cranky, so cranky," Mr. Warjito said while laughing no matter the eye of Marni.

"Jealous is a sign of love, jealousy can also be a warming atmosphere so that the tangle of love husband and wife is almost rusty now kinclong back, as long as the jealousy is not excessive, not to the burning of all houses, " My husband's sky was defending himself.

"That's fine sir, I'm sometimes proud, if Galih's mother is jealous, it feels like the most handsome person in the world" replied Mr. Warjito until they laughed out loud.

They continued to talk while joking. While Rupiah took me to the kitchen.

"Let's cook our favorite dishes as before, " whispered Rupiah right in the ear which is a habit since long ago.

"We make a tattoo you still like the cake right," said Rupiah.

"I really like tatak cake but only made by you, if you buy other tastes different. Yesterday Fira brought a tattoo she said it tastes really good, what you do," I asked Rupiah.

"Yes, I made it, did not think it was Fira your son Dinda, first I knew him when Galih invited him to my house I immediately felt comfortable talking to him. Just like the first time we met. He was born into a family of being, educated but in the slightest there was no arrogance in him, so humble and populist as you are Dina.

"You are Rupiah, if you have praised people like campaigners," I said, greeted by the laughter of the two of us. Just when I was with him, always joking and teasing each other.

"By the way, you're here besides seeing the place for Galih Dan Fira's wedding reception for more? if you may know anyway!, who knows there is an intention to go for a walk, I can accompany it," said Rupiah.

"This is how Rupiah, actually I do not feel good to confide in you, even though you are her brother Miss Marni my prospective besanku," I said

"Allahhh!! you don't have to use anything bad like me, Fira is like my own son, especially after I know he's your son, tell me, who knows with you the odd story that is in the heart you can get a solution or at least reduce it, " Rupiah said. I finally told him what I was worried about the future marriage of Galih and Fira.

"As a mother who has seen her daughter fail in her marriage, I understand how you feel Dinda. Even if I were in your position I would feel the same way. But keep that prejudice out of your mind, do not let your bad thoughts interfere with the happiness of Fira and Galih. You have to believe the way people deal with things is different. So did Marni and Warjito, they did not easily believe in the sedition of people. He always investigates first before responding and taking a stand for what he hears. While Galih is not a typical person who easily falls in love, the principle is strong like both parents. I was the first one who would rebuke them, if they hurt Fira's feelings, because Fira already I think like my own son," Rupiah assured me. I thought the Rupiah speech was right too, from now on I can't think badly about them.

"I look everywhere apparently brother Rupiah again mojok here the same Miss Dinda," Miss Marni Rupiah's sister came to us who was making tatak delivery cake while joking.

"We're making a tatak cake. Because according to Dinda, sister-made tattoo delivery cake is better than buying elsewhere. You see if the cake made by sister Free, "said Rupiah while rolling his eyes.

"If I had to pay for your cake, whatever the price, I would pay, it would still be good for me. You think I can't pay for your cake at such a high price" I said in a haughty fashion to Rupiah.

"Yes, I believe Dinda son of conglomerates and kayah people, the time can not afford tatak delivery cake, " said Rupiah and Miss Marni laughed off.

While busy chatting, suddenly Mr. Warjito entered the kitchen.

"Mama, look who came in front of the door, did you forget that you had invited someone to come to this house" Mr. Warjito told Mr. Marni. Finally we all stepped in the guest room while carrying a tattoo delivery cake made in Rupiah.

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