Not as Beautiful as Angan

Buana's attitude is full of question marks

The anticipated buana turned out to not keep the promise.

Up to three days after accidentally meeting in the alley next to his house.

Buana did not go to her house.

The first day, Cempaka was still waiting for his presence. After Maghrib he dressed up beautifully, he waited anxiously. He deliberately has not spoken to anyone, the plan he wants to surprise his parents.

Until nine o'clock in the evening, the expected ones never come.

I don't know how many times he went back and forth to the living room.

"Is he still cape?... Yes, maybe he is still cape because of a long trip from out of town" he murmured consolingly.

"But... Why didn't he say my greeting?... Even running away from me. And...

who are they that follow Buana, and enter Buana's house?" Cempaka wondered for himself.

"Is that woman Buana's future wife?... What's... Buana had to hold ktp, until both of her parents came here... Well, what about me?" Cempaka guessed it himself.

"No!... There's no way Buana would do that. There's no way he's betraying me. But..." Doubt clearly emanated on Cempaka's face.

Until early morning Cempaka could not close his eyes.

She was agitated at the thought of the change from her attitude to Buana.

Until I heard the adhan from the mosque, Cempaka did not immediately close his eyes. He was late last night in the millions of questions that rolled in his heart.

The wait that ended with a nestapa, now haunts his soul. However, he racks will feel bored or bored. Today he will wait for her to return, expecting his beloved to keep his promise.

After the dawn prayer, as usual he finished his homework, albeit with a limp body. Because he hasn't slept all night.

"Hopefully he'll see me today" he murmured as his hands mopped the floor of his house.

Occasionally he covered his mouth which was yawning withstanding drowsiness.

"Treid-job!... You sick?..." Bu Sekar asked the condition of his son who was not as usual.

"No ma'am, I'm fine" Cempaka continued his work.

"If you are not feeling well, you have left the job, let it be continued by your sister" said Bu Sekar.

"No ma'am... I'm okay" Cempaka still finished his work, mopping the floor of the house is quite large.

Finished mopping the floor of the house, used water he usually uses to water plants in the front and side of the house.

While watering the plants in the side yard, his eyes several times glanced towards his house Bu Seroja. He wished he could see Buana there. He was curious about his attitude.

YEP!

His eyes were rubbed with the eyes of someone who was no stranger to him.

Who else has those eyes? If it's not a Buana.

Just a few seconds the two pairs of eyes collided. Buana lowered her head, hiding her face. Avoiding his eyes collided with Cempaka's eyes.

"Will!..." Cempaka shouted to him.

Buana turned her head in a few seconds, then she entered her house just like that.

Without a smile, without say hello

no hands as usual.

"Why is he really?... What mistake?... What's up with him?

"Cempaka?... What are you again?" Bu Sekar had apparently noticed his daughter from earlier.

"Emh... This is ma'am, another plant sprinkles" he said nervously.

"If you have, go in quickly!... Help my mother purify the rice" he said again.

"So Cempaka was like calling Buana, has he gone home?" Mumbled bu Sekar while staring at his son with question marks.

"What was the mother did not hear wrong" Bu Sekar greeted him after Cempaka was nearby.

"I mean mother?" Cempaka pretended not to understand.

"So I heard, you called her Buana. Has Buana gone home? When's he coming home?" Bu Sekar asked his son a few questions.

"Mom heard it?" Cempaka asked back.

"Yes... Without purpose. If Buana's home, why isn't she here to see you?" Bu Sekar asked again curious.

"That's it mom!... Yesterday I met Buana in front. He just got back from his job. But, when I called, he ran away from me. Do not deny, look no!... Just piss me off, what's my fault?..." With a little sewot Cempaka explained what he experienced yesterday.

"Huh?... Is that true?... It was impossible for Buana to behave like that. Or maybe he's a saucer... Or ... He may not hear your reprimand, we must not be so bad to think ah, it is not good!" His mother tried to calm his son.

"And... Behind Buana was a young woman who was the same age as me. And... A couple behind the woman. You know not?... That young lady's face is similar to mine, ma'am!" Eagerly Cempaka explained everything.

Ms. Sekar was silent for a moment, she also felt there was an awkwardness there.

"Maybe it's Buana's brother"

Ms. Sekar is still trying to hide her suspicions.

He tried to keep Cempaka's heart from getting hurt.

"One of them was talking about Buana's house!... Far away too. I see, ma'am, I think if they were his brothers, there would be no one to talk like that. Isn't it mom?" Cempaka convinced his mother.

"And if they were Buana's brother, why would Buana avoid me?... It should be known" He continued.

"Don't... That's Buana's candidate" muttered Cempaka slowly.

"Don't... Buana got a habit there, got to hold ktp. So Buana was trying to get away from me" muttered Cempaka guessed.

"Don't be su'udzon ah... We trace the truth first, we ask carefully do not just guess" Bu Sekar still trying to calm his son.

Though in his heart, Bu Sekar also felt the same worry. But, he was trying to calm his son's heart.

"If my guess is right, then... How am I ma'am?... I don't want to be hurt" Cempaka began to feel anxious.

"Please yourself, boy! We must not be mistaken" said Bu Sekar, still reminded.

"We better now prepare food for breakfast for all of us, instead of mother does not want to discuss about Buana. Before we know everything correctly, we should not be mistaken first yes son... Let's not be blamed"

Bu Sekar cut off the talk about Buana.

"Yes mom... Hopefully my suspicions are not right "Cempaka finally obeyed what his mother said.

He immediately busied himself helping to prepare breakfast.

After finishing all the food for breakfast, then Cempaka arranged it on the dining table.

As usual, Bu Sekar's family had breakfast together at one table.

The others in the spirit of breakfast, only Cempaka and bu Sekar who do not seem to focus on the dish that is being eaten.