NEMESIS SWORN BUT MARRIED (JANDaku)

JANDAKU (69) The Bravery of a Gatot Subroto

What an exhausting day.

Although I tried to show the sincerity of my heart that emanated from within, but the tired face and soul that was tidying up I could not hide.

"Go to your place of work, Tot! I ain't nothing. Here there is Father, Mother, Mr. Sub the same Mom Imah. I made a deal with Ubay!"

"Mas Ubay?" tanyaku.

"Sir Ubaid I mean, hehehe...!"

"Diddidf!? I have a favorite calling. Ck the Eel! Haha..."

I'm thrilled. Alifah turned out to be able to rise even faster move on than me.

Hhh... Suwe's really! I was looking for happiness for him. Even I was dragged by the waves of his sadness and he danced happily on my pain. Yiha... Hehe... It's just a joke!

.............

Two days without work. Didn't take chattan nor Miss Lilis' dear call, it felt like this body was like a dry tree and died. No light because there is no life there. Hhh...

My eyes stared at the nanar on the tightly closed shophouse fence. There is only a large marker inscribed with the word CLOSE FIRST THREE DAYS.

I stood in front of him, blankly staring and heartbroken.

"Bang Gatot!"

Someone ran out.

"But! Brother Eliz two days ago picked up someone from Jakarta. He said, if I didn't hear wrong... There is a sermon! That's so..."

HUH UH???

My heart rate was racing against time.

Shocked to death, if Eliza will get a proposal from another man and...

"Bang, wait!!!"

I ignored the call of Diki, one of our business employees. My intention is to go straight to Eliza Maura's house.

"Lis, Lis...! (treng treng treng) Eliza!"

"Den Gatot?"

"Aunt Karti... Eliza where?"

The middle-aged woman who had served the family of Eliza's late parents could only look at my sad face.

"Non Eliz was picked up by Mr. Kadir, Den! Not home from yesterday!"

Hixes. Lis! Lis...! Liliiis...!!!

I tried to contact Eliza Maura. The phone is inactive.

I also asked the college friendship group, but no one knew.

Lilys, please...! Please, Lis! Give me one more chance! Pleases,... Please God!

My Lord is the Greatest! Please help your servant! Help me, God! Hic.

I've been confident in my decision. I have strengthened my resolve.

I will follow Eliza Maura to her Uncle's residence in the central region of the Capital.

Wait for me, Lis! Wait for me to come propose to you!

I'm committed to God's destiny. But I will try first to reach it. If indeed Fate is difficult to achieve, I sincerely, legowo and rely only on Him.

I drove my bike at high speed. Focused on the highway. Zig zag right and left conquered the long winding sidewalk. My goal is an online travel service. Searching for a plane ticket for tomorrow leaves to fly early in the morning to the Capital.

God is Good.

The plane ticket has been sent to my email via the online ticket purchase application.

I went back to Eliza's office. Trying to fix the work of my report that piled up after two days of missing work.

I'm mistaken.

I am so guilty of Eliza Maura.

Instead of wanting a sincere relationship with her, I said useless things. Making Non Lilis I misunderstood and thought I was breaking up with her.

Today I work like a possession.

"If you really want to get Eliza, eat and rest now! If you pass out and go to the hospital again, you will regret it, Tot! You lost him forever!"

Deg.

Bang Bima really! I must be healthy! I have to be strong! If I am sick, I am weak! I could fail to pick up Eliza in Jakarta and my beloved girlfriend is hunting people! No no no!!!

I'm nodding.

Take the rice box that Bang Bima offered with the biggest smile and thanks.

"Thank you, Bang!"

Bima nodded. He is the oldest employee among us and already has two children. Automatically his thinking is much more of an adult than the rest of us.

I really became a devout worshiper today. Fajr, Dzuhur, Ashar and even Maghrib I have been sitting sweetly in the mosque near the office shophouse.

Tomorrow morning I'll be sliding into the capital. Land of birth, hometown. Dream with a dear girl. Hhh...

My Lord is All-Good! Please ease my steps! Please show me the straight path! Help me, God!

After the Maghriban was finished, I went home.

Mom and Dad tried to cheer me up. They gave me strength through small talk and cheerful laughter.

"Listen, Son! The soul is God's secret. Your soul is a reflection of yourself. Believe me, one day God will surely give you the best match according to Him who is in accordance with your criteria!"

Mother's words made me gape.

I sat in front of them with a serious face and full of curiosity about the beginning of their meeting.

"Father with Mom, where were you meeting?"

They compactly laugh. Dad's face was red, and so was Mom. Shame while occasionally looking at each other. Made me irrigate as a jombo ngenes that my boyfriend left behind. Hixes.

Yeah, Mom! Please lah... Condition your tweets before your pathetic son! Bikin kepengen hastily met a soul mate who se-iya as you say. Hix... Is it??? (hopeless.god level).

There was sadness, but there was a new spirit.

I smiled thinly. Mate. Where are you now? I'm 25 years and over a few months old. Want to immediately give up single time. Want to cancel the status of the bujang. Change into a married man who people see as a successful man.

Moreover, have a job, a wife, also a child. In my eyes, such a man is the perfect life.

Hm... When is God? I feel that perfect? Wrestling Harlan who is busy with black oil and brake fluid while holding her daughter who is crying, actually makes me jealous. Keep Desi coming while carrying a glass of black coffee steaming hot, I'm more envious. Even more envious when his wife Harlan said, "Abang. So the coffee is bitter without sugar, huh? If you want sweet coffee, look at my face, Bang! Hihihi..."

Aarrrgggh... When do I like me???

............

Jakarta welcomed me at ten o'clock past fifteen minutes.

The sunny weather was a bit hot before noon made me check my phone again after I turned off during the commercial plane I had taken off and landed on schedule alias without delay.

Eliza's phone still can't be reached. This is the third day.

What's wrong with you, Miss Lilis? Please, turn on your phone, miss! I miss your anger at me! I miss your powerful voice calling me 'Abang'. Miss Lilis!... Don't you miss me too? Hix...

Address of Eliza Maura's house, the New Market of the Capital's Center.

Armed with the home address of his Uncle Eliz who bi Karti gave me yesterday, I by using google maps succeeded also in finding it.

My heart's getting tighter. Especially when he found his Uncle's house looked crowded with people with sumringah faces.

Is Eliza on a proposal? Gustiii!!! Please cancel, pleaseee...

"Excuse me, Assalamualaikum!"

I, with the strength of myself and my heart rounded to make it bigger and bigger, tried to break through the crowd on the porch of his uncle Eliza Maura's house. And...

"Hows it? Was my application accepted? Does the family agree and the bride-to-be also receive my son's proposal?"

Deg.

"Wait on! Sorry, sorry...! Sorry, I'm Gatot Subroto. I come from Pangkal Pinang, want to propose a proposal also to Miss Eliza Maura! Please.., please consider also from Mr. Basuki Hidayat! Sorry.., I was impressed to interrupt. Because I love Miss Eliza Maura so much!"

"Huh???"

Everyone present was silent. With eyes on me all.

Hiks, gokil lo Tot! Die you must be! You will soon have the rage of the family of the man who again wants to propose to Eliza!!! Hadeee...

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