Not as Beautiful as Angan

Got an outside assignment.

After knowing about Buana who is actually sa'at it.

Cempaka so moping themselves durja.

His heart was too sick. The pain that Buana had instilled was too deep into the recesses of her heart. Destroying the longing that has been shackling the heart, then turning it into a piteous.

By reason of being trapped, he did not hesitate to carve a sharp knife in his chest Cempaka, without pity.

With his lie, Tearing love into the grief of a nestapa, causing a gaping wound. Until finally languished.

That promise is nothing but a meaningless promise.

At least he did not think that the Buana who used to be so chasing after him to get his love.

Now turn to another heart.

Her mother Buana and her family, so wish to make Cempaka as her son-in-law.

Now... They only speak a thousand languages, silent no one among them cares about his feelings Cempaka.

"How'S?... Wasn't that what I said the other day? I'm not getting heated up, I'm just revealing what I heard from his nephew. Now that you have heard it yourself, just how your attitude is up to" said Bunga that afternoon sa'at Cempaka was alone in the backyard.

"I don't know brother" said Cempaka with tears on his cheek that felt difficult to hide.

"You should've run him over, asked him about his promise all along. Take responsibility, because he has played with your heart and your feelings!" Flower Saying. Either encouraging or pumping the meaning.

"Cempaka, come in son!" Suddenly there was the sound of Mr. Jati calling him from inside.

"Yes sir" Cempaka immediately fulfilled his father's call.

"Sit down!" Said Jati told Cempaka to sit down.

Not commenting, Cempaka immediately sat on a chair opposite to the chair sat by his father.

His mother was there, both of them waiting for him.

Without being told, Bunga followed him sitting next to Cempaka.

"Before you hear everything from Buana's mouth or her mother's mouth, don't believe it.

Especially his nephew.

Know what he is?... Most just nguping. The one who is eavesdropping will hear it only half-separoh. You better trace the truth first" said Mr. Jati reminded his son.

"Yes son, I thought so too. It's impossible for Buana and her family to behave that way with our family. You know for yourself... How Miss Kejora unfortunately for you. He wants you to be his daughter-in-law, and Buana is crazy about you. So it's impossible to change in just a very short time" his mother Timpal said.

Her parents Cempaka did not seem to believe everything she heard from her son.

They don't believe the slanted news about Buana.

Because they have agreed and trust one hundred percent to Buana and his family.

"But, it's impossible for Melati to lie" Sergeah Cempaka was worried.

"Yes right that. Just think, if the Buana does not feel guilty or afraid of being discovered his mistake, there is no way he ran away from Cempaka when Cempaka called his name. Usually also without being called he came alone to our house. It's kan... Nah! He was in his house for four days that day, there was no time to come here just for a second, weird right?" Bunga assured both of his parents.

"Yes, it's true what you said. But, father and mother did not allow you to go there to hit him. Remember that! He who made a promise at that time, he also had to keep it. Is he the one who came here himself? We never invited him or asked for him. So, right now

yes, he must come here" Mr. Jati remained in principle.

"Yes sir, I'm not going there. I'm not going to crash it, I want to obey what my father said to my mother" said Cempaka. He did not want to constantly argue about the problem without finding a solution.

"Naaa... That's dong! We're not su'udzon first. We are okay to think, because we also never hurt the feelings of others. When others want to hurt our feelings?" Said Mr. Jati look relieved.

"Maghrib soon, let's get ready! You're going to the mosque, where's Lightning?" Mr. Jati asked the only boy.

"I'm here sir, just finished taking a shower" she said, brandishing her index finger.

"You are, like in the absence of the teacher" said Bu Sekar with a smile looking at his son's behavior.

Mr. Jati and his son went to the mosque together. While Bu Sekar and his four daughters get ready to take ablution water. To then perform the Maghrib prayer.

*

The next day Cempaka got the task of being a test supervisor in SD who was in another village.

A village located a little far from the village where he lived.

The village happened to be the village where his best friend lived when he was in school.

Cempaka was very happy to get the job. He could not wait to go there.

"Cempaka, you were assigned to represent our school in exchange for an exam supervisor. You're ready, right?" Ask Mr. Jati, that afternoon in the headmaster's room where Cempaka served as an honorary teacher. That is in the School where his own Father as the Headmaster.

"What school is it, sir?... I want to, I'm willing. When is that sir?" Cercar Cempaka glee.

"Dark... Bu Cempaka was very excited apparently" Madam Senja smiled commenting on Cempaka's enthusiastic attitude.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Seloroh ma'am teacher Arum teasing him.

"Basar young people, very happy if you get the task out, can all wash your eyes yes yes yes" Tempta Pak Langit, a teacher who will soon face his retirement.

"Father just know" said Cempaka blushed embarrassed.

"Where sir? Not far, are you?"

Cempaka.

"In Ujung village, precisely at SD Ujung Jaya" Sahut pak Jati while staring at his son.

"Ujung Village?... SD Ujung jaya?...

I want sir!... I want!... When sir?... Next week's exam, right?" Cempaka railed Mr. Jati back with some questions.

"Yes son!" Sahut pak Jati

"Fathers, my mothers deliberately assigned Cempaka to represent the exchange of supervisors from our school, no other let him know and have experience. If the fathers are with mothers, I have been assigned several times. So, does anyone mind? Or the... Is anyone going to replace him?" Said Mr. Jati asking for opinions on other teachers.

"I totally agree, sir!... Neng Cempaka is still single, so no one will cry for milk, not like me" said Ms. Arum who already has three children, and now she is still breastfeeding her third child.

"Yes sir I also agree with Ms. Arum's opinion. In school we are only Cempaka neng who is still single, still free if assigned anywhere, the important thing is that there is permission from his father and mother" Said Bu Raya who had just moved a few months to the school.

"What about the others?..." Mr. Jati is still asking for opinions from other teachers.

"I agree!"

"I agree too!"

All the teachers said the same thing. That is, strongly agree with his decision Mr. Jati, the principal of his school.

"Alright then, so, as the representative of the exam supervisor of our school is Cempaka, my son. Since everyone has agreed, then today's meeting I will suffice until here. Happy Holidays, God willing, we will meet again on Monday after tomorrow. Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" Pak Jati closed his lightning tight.

After all the teachers went home. Only then did Jati and Cempaka come home too.