Not as Beautiful as Angan

Return of the lover

That afternoon Buana had just returned from her Secaba Polrinya education place. He looks great in his great clothes. Police Uniform.

Right in front of his house Cempaka the idol of the heart, Buana stopped for a while. He looked around the house. Seemed desolate, what he was looking for could not be seen there.

"It looks like Cempaka's inside again, he didn't know I was coming home today. If she knew, she would be waiting for me on this porch" Buana muttered to herself.

"I'd better go home first. Later in the night I will come again to deliver this happy news" he continued as he stepped his feet on his way to his house, which was only blocked by a few houses.

Sa'at Cempaka is helping his mother cook in the kitchen, for dinner.

She didn't know she was going home today.

Before long, the Maghrib Adhan was heard echoing from the mosque in the middle of the village.

"Allahuacbar... Allahuahd..."

Muadzin echoed the Maghrib Adhan with his merdunya voice.

"Alhamdulillah... Already entered the Maghrib prayer time. Comeing! We take ablution first, then we pray Maghrib congregation" Bu Sekar invites Cempaka to immediately take ablution water.

"Yes ma'am" said Cempaka as he rose from his seat.

"Flower... Carnations... Serunis... Let's pray Maghrib congregation first son" Bu Sekar called his brother and sister Cempaka.

While Cempaka had returned from behind with a face wet with ablution water.

"Bunga's brother is working day ma'am"

Cempaka reminded.

"Oh yes... Flowers come home at ten... I forgot"

"Come, ma'am, I'm ready for the Maghrib prayer" said Anyelir who has used his face.

"Let's pray Maghrib, who will be the priest?" Bu Sekar looked at the faces of the three girls.

"Mom only yes" Carnations suggested.

"All right, let's get started. Come Cempaka komat first" Seru bu Sekar.

After Cempaka finished commating, they also then pray Maghrib congregate solemnly.

As usual, after the prayer. The family of Bu Sekar always tadarus together while waiting for the Adzan Isya to reverberate.

Finished establishing congregational prayers, Cempaka and Carnation went straight to the kitchen to prepare dinner. While Seruni cleaned his prayer equipment.

"Tock... Geck... Geck... Assalamualaikum..." Suddenly from the front door came the sound of the door being knocked, and also the person saying the greetings.

"Like the voice of Buana..." Cempaka Gumam. After storing the dishes on the dining table, Cempaka immediately left the dining room.

"The... One second!... I look ahead, it looks like there are guests" said Cempaka.

"Yes, sister, let me be the same mother who prepared her dinner. Isn't it mom?" Sahut Carnation while glancing towards his mother who was arranging the table.

"Yes... Yeah..." Bu Sekar.

Cempaka immediately rushed to walk towards the front door. Somehow, when his footsteps got closer to the living room, his chest felt pounding very tight.

His hirsakat says that the one out there is Buana. The heart he had been waiting for all this time.

"Yes Allah... Why is my chest pounding like this?" Mumbled.

"Assynoltom..." There was another person who said hello.

The deg!... The deg!... The deg!... Hearing that voice, Cempaka's chest thundered even more. He felt wrong. The longing that had been mounting in his heart, as if impatiently wanting to come out to be poured out to the person he had longed for. The longing, now will be erased already with his arrival.

"Was... Wa... Salam alaikum..." Vibrating felt the voice of Cempaka.

Buana smiled at the voice of the person who answered her greeting. He was also very upset with that voice. Not wrong again, surely the voice of Cempaka adjaan his heart.

"It just so happens that my beloved opens the door" he murmured as he prepared to wait for the door to open.

Cempaka immediately set his clothes, his hair he trimmed with the help of his fingers.

"It looks untidy, looks disheveled like this" he muttered while paying attention to the clothes he was wearing.

"I'd better reflect first ah. It doesn't feel like I'm meeting you directly"

"Wait a minute..." Said Cempaka while turning his body.

He immediately ran to his room.

Then he saw his reflection in the mirror.

Cempaka immediately combed his hair until it looked neat.

Then he smeared the powder thinly. Not to forget he sprayed a little of his favorite perfume.

In use the veil that had been released when taking ablution water.

Before coming out of the room, she took a moment in front of the mirror, just to make sure that she looked beautiful and neat, also smelled fragrant.

With a happy smile, she opened the door to her room.

Looking around the room, he walked towards the living room while trying to organize his heart and arrange the rumbling pounding inside his chest.

He hadn't seen Buana in a year. Although he used to dislike it, because at that time he wanted to seriously study without being recited by other things, such as dating for example.

And, after Cempaka and Buana received a letter of graduation from their respective schools. Only then did Cempaka accept his love for Buana.

They are not a school. Only, the school is near the place. They like to go and go home together.

"Lho?... He said he'd open the front door, all right! Just got out of the room. There's no guests? Or the... Maybe the guest has come home again because over time the door is open" Cempaka was very surprised to hear his mother's reprimand from the door of the dining room.

He immediately looked over while grinning. " His guest is still a mom, he's waiting on the front porch"

He said while looking down hiding his face that met red.

"Oohs... Yeah, get there and open the door! Kasian if wait later" said Bu Sekar again. He did not think that his guest was Buana.

His son-in-law.

"Yes mom..." Cempaka answered slowly as he hurriedly walked towards the living room.

"Simple... " Cempaka unlocked the key. Because the front door of his house was always locked. While they enter and exit the house, always use the side door.

"Assynoltom... "Buana said hello along with the opening of the front door.

"Waalaikum... " Sahut Cempaka while standing at the door.

Buana looked at him with a gaze full of deep longing. Cempaka was wrong with that look. He could only look down embarrassed and silent.

"How are you ?" Buana smiled to greet him.

"Alhamdulillah... Okay" Cempaka's down in shame.

Especially after Buana's hand held her hand. Cempaka is getting clumsy. Her lips were confused, hard to move. In her heart, she wanted to talk a lot about her wait.

Her hand, which was held by Buana, felt very cold.

"Are you happy I'm home?"

Tanya Buana whispered in her ear.

"Yes... " Cempaka's voice is short.

"When... Emhs... When are you coming home?" Stuttering Cempaka asked.

"Last afternoon, ba'da Ashar I passed by in front of your house" Sahut Buana.

"I miss it, how about you?" Whisper again.

Cempaka just nodded slowly while still lowering his head. Hiding his red face.

"Alhamdulillah... I graduated as a police officer. What about you, what's your best pass too?" Buana's smile expands on her lips.

"We sit down yu... " Cempaka felt uncomfortable because he was standing at the door.

"Alhamdulillah... I also graduated. Just... My father and mother did not allow me to be stationed outside Java"

Cempaka's voice was full of regret.

"Where are father and mother?... I wanted to talk about something" Buana asked her parents Cempaka.

"If you're inside, if you're still in the mosque. For a moment I called my mother first yes" he said while staring at his hand which was still held by Buana.

Cempaka rushed inside, after his hand had slipped from Buana's grasp.