My promise to you Anindya

I'm Falling in Love

Word strands incorporated in a song work produce the meaning of the story contained in it. Romantic, that's the word that pops into anyone's mind when I sing that song. That's why a brilliant idea arises in the mind of the mind, namely kneeling in front of the pigtail woman who became the host of MOS this time.

True as I thought before, all the humans present in the welcoming party shouted loudly when the lyrics of the last song I knelt before Brother Love while holding his hand.

"Cie Cie!" Shouted those who made Kak Cinta's face flushed like a boiled crab.

"Okay, Gilang. Your voice is good, I swear brother became a baper because of your actions." Sis Cinta smiled shyly, then took a breath to stabilize her emotions. "OK okay, if you play, you're still single, we'll find your partner here."

"Come, we play again to find Gilang's partner," said Kak Cinta gave them another stick and set my Balloon song.

A tense atmosphere enveloped the entire participants, including myself. If that can be a woman anyway, thank God if that can be a man, astaghfirullah. Fortunately the word I will say is thank God, because the one who got the last stick is the woman who is one group with me, maybe Goddess Fortuna approached me this time because of pity to see a teenager is down.

"Good! Ride on! Up!" shout them.

"Let's get up here, Dek. Standing next to Gilang," said Kak Cinta.

In contrast to me who was timid when heading for the stage, Anindya with her smile headed straight and stood right beside me, and this made the heart beat stronger than before.

"Whose name are you, Dek?" ask the pigtail woman while giving her microphone.

"Anindya, brother," he answered.

"What call?"

"Darling, uh-" I chirped spontaneously.

Without realizing it from the deepest recesses of the heart, this verbal mention of the word easily. Whether I really fell in love with him, or just admired the work of God.

Because this speech makes all the people present laugh and you know when someone likes the opposite sex, there will be humans who are near them will say, "Cie-cie."

"About the advanced beautiful, play sosor aja you, Gilang," said Kak Cinta.

I bowed in embarrassment, then took a few steps back from the two of them.

"We put this dreadful guy aside first, what do you call him, Dek?" ask again Brother Love.

"My call is Anin, Brother."

'It seems that I am in love with him, only this first time my heart and mind are fixed on a woman.' I signed that figure from behind.

"Well, now you want Truth or Dare?" ask Brother Love.

"Truth aye, Brother."

Seen from his lips to say bismillah when taking the scroll paper in that place, and after giving it to Kak Cinta.

"Singing a song you like!" say Kak Cinta

"The song that Anin likes?" He thought for a moment, then said, "I sing the song Sabyan Gambus Kak. It's Den Assalam,"

That is the song chosen by the white hijab woman, a song about the beauty of the Islamic religion of its teachings of compassion between fellow humans and God.

Everyone in the room fell silent enjoying the woman's excellent voice, including myself who was speechless from being fascinated by her elegance and beautiful voice.

"MasyaAllah, Deck. Your voice is very good," said amazed Brother Love.

"Thank you, brother," he replied with a sweet smile.

Brother Love asked everyone in the hall. "Where do friends voice Anindya, good no?!" ask Kak Cinta to the participants.

"Good, Brother!" shout them.

"What do you think, Gilang?" ask Kak Cinta, but I did not pester because I was busy admiring the perfect creation of God like an Angel.

"Deliver?" His hand was trying to wake me from the daydream. "The dragon!!" The sudden screams that made me realize from the beautiful daydream.

"Chicken-chicken." That's a word that's spoken many times in my mouth.

Hearing me being talkative, made everyone in the hall laugh, including the woman who was right beside me. He laughed under his hand.

"You are, Deck. Asked even wait, hayo pondered what?" ask the Love.

"A-anu, Brother. That's loh anu," I said stammeringly.

"What anu?"

"Eh this is you, brother. I again admire the creation of God who is very beautiful like an angel of heaven," I said spontaneously.

Apparently all this conjecture, I really fell in love with a white hijab woman named Anindya. For twice my words spontaneously spoke of my admiration for him.

O love, is he the one who will be destined to accompany my temporary life on Earth.

O love, guide me to make her happy. Guide me to keep his soul and body away from the sorrow that wants to hit the sea of his holy emotions.

O love, I hope that you will not lie when you say that it is he who will crown the holy crown from the treasure that is in this heart.