Not as Beautiful as Angan

Effort to avoid

Time rolling every sa'at, day

weeks, and weeks change months.

Not felt, Nine months have passed, since the arrival of the Ocean to his home Cempaka.

To say goodbye to follow the education of his soldiers.

And during that time, Buana was never again seen coming to set foot in his house Cempaka.

No more news from Buana, no more sweet promises. No longer seen their togetherness when teaching njai to the children in the village, in Mushola.

There is no more togetherness once every week, while teaching package A to mothers and fathers who are not good at reading and writing.

No more familiarity between bu Sekar and bu Seroja. The two never looked together again. Bu Sekar was so hard to find Seroja.

So also when in the mosque, sa'at recitation. Who usually always come together, now they come each.

Bu Seroja always comes later after Bu Sekar is in the mosque.

As on purpose, so as not to sit close to Bu Sekar, who failed to become his iron.

Bu Sekar did not understand at all the change in his attitude Bu Seroja to him.

"Not talk well, ask ma'af, this is even evasive" Bathin bu Sekar.

Even if you accidentally cross paths, Seroja always try to avoid. Like that time.

"Assynoltom..." That morning Bu Sekar just arrived at his stall bi Ijah, he wanted to shop for daily necessities.

Seemed there was Seroja ma'am also shopping.

"Goddessalam..." Answer some of the people who are shopping there.

"How are you Seroja?"Bu Sekar purposely greeted him.

"Euh... Uh... Ba... Alright... Bu Sekar"

Replied Seroja ma'am gelagapan.She looked wrong behavior.

"Thank God it's good news, what's the shopping?" Ask Bu Sekar again.

"I... This... Sa... Vegetable...An"Bu Seroja increasingly excited to get a question from bu Sekar. Especially if he is asked about the certainty of the relationship between Cempaka and Buana.

Whoa!... Could be cold sweat like.

"Mu Seroja is sick?"Ask Bu Sekar again, he deliberately held her hand.

"Bu Seroja is not sick, but hurts the feelings of others. It would be such a scene, fortunately it hurt her mom Sekar, if me and my son are so much, huh!... I can beat him to a beat!" Said madam Cinta upset.

"Can't be so ah!... Not good!... Let it be, later there will also be a proper reply from Allah SWT" Sahut bu Sekar calmly, smiling at Seroja ma'am.

"That's good Mom!... We do not need to do this - that, later also karasaeun balukarna"

Bi Ijah.

"Basic!... This Seroja ma'am, should be strict ma'am with her son!... Poor tuh!... The child of the person in his heart hurts" Ms. Mala

chimed.

"It's a good thing my son isn't around him" said another mother.

Everyone is on the hate of Seroja ma'am, who indeed cannot act decisively against her son.

"The mothers!... It is not good to reproach so, pity Seroja ma'am" said Bu Sekar stopped the criticism and ridicule from other mothers.

"Assynoltom..." Bu Seroja left his stall bu Ijah.

"Goddessalam..." Sahut bu Sekar, he stared at the departure of Bu Seroja, leaving the warung bu ijah.

Of course Seroja ma'am was uncomfortable with the talk of the mothers in the stall Ijah bu it.

All the mothers looked at Seroja ma'am with slick eyes and also flicked their lips. Hate and resentment on his face.

"He should have asked ma'af, or how so, meet here. If you come to his house dare not"Mala's mother grumbled.

"Why then?... He said it to everyone, eeh... He also denied it, where there was no news, knew he had brought another woman. Fuck up!" Ma'am Love so fiery said it.

"I salute this Sekar ma'am, he is not at all angry to meet the person who has incised charcoal on his face. If i... Euhuh!"

Madam Mala said again with churning teeth holding back the upset.

"But of course mothers, Buana is not married to anyone else, Seroja has not said anything, I think it's okay mothers" said Bu Sekar casually.

"MashaAllah... Bu Sekar is really kind hearted, just met me, the mother who is as good as Bu Sekar" said bi Ijah while amazed with eyes looking at his face Bu Sekar, like an enchanted one.

"Well!... Bi Ijah this, it could be" Bu Sekar blushed in embarrassment.

"If my son is already on big, I wantuu very besananan same bu Sekar, already his person is good, his face is beautiful, wise again!... Too bad my son is still small" said the mother Love as a regret.

"It's true Miss Love!... In the past when Cempaka neng had not received his love Buana, my son tuh the Nature, nanya neng Cempaka alone can not, until threatened everything, mentang-about him son of the rich. Though, neng Cempaka his nothing... Eeeh!... Now even his attitude

that's kayak!"Said Mala too.

"What mom?... What was threatened?... How come! I just found out" Ms. Sekar was shocked to hear that.

"Yes mom!... That's right, I also see for myself" said bi Ijah.

"Astaghfirulahaladziii..." Ms. Sekar did not expect, if Buana's attitude was so unworthy.

"I ask ma'af ya mothers" said Bu Sekar.

"Bu Sekar, why ask ma'af everything?... Neng Cempaka is not wrong!... The wrong thing is!... Her son was Seroja" Tukas the other mother.

"Yes... Ask ma'af to represent Buana" said Bu Sekar again.

The answer from Bu Sekar made all the mothers who were there so shocked, they looked at each other.

"Yes, please count ma'am, how much are my groceries?" Bu Sekar seems to want to end the conversation with mothers in his stall bi Ijah.

"Oh, yes, ma'am... Everything becomes twenty-seven thousand" said bi Ijah while giving a bag of groceries to bu Sekar.

"Mom all... I am first yes!... Assalamualaikum" said bu Sekar after receiving his groceries and change from bi Ijah. He also immediately stepped foot, and left his stall bi Ijah.

"Goddessalam..." Sahut all the mothers who are there while looking at each other, as they do not understand and feel confused by the attitude of Bu Sekar, his neighbor.

While Bu Sekar continued to step towards his home.

He did not care at all about the mothers who kept looking at him.

*

"Assynoltom... Toks!... Toks!..

Toks!... Assalamualaikum!..." Right ba'da Maghrib, from the front door came the sound of people saying greetings and knocking on the door.

"Waalaikum... A minute!" Sahut Kilat, who happened to be sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

He got up and went to the front door to open it.

He had seen his guest before, from behind the window beside the door.

He didn't know who his guest was, he didn't recognize him. Therefore, he immediately opened it. But, he ran back to see his mother.

"Mom!... Mum!... It's a guest in front" Lightning said gasping for breath.

"Whose guests are there?... It's not open yet?" Ask her mother again.

"Not yet ma'am, I don't know the same person. He's wearing a soldier uniform mom!"Speak again with a stir.

"Who is it?... Cempaka, look at the guest!... Let the mother with Anyelir who just prepare to eat" Bu Sekar told Cempaka to open the door for his guest.

"Yes mom!" Sahur Cempaka with a wondering heart.

"Who is it?..." Mumbled.

"Ask who and who do you want to meet? Before you open the door!" Ms. Sekar reminded her son, to be careful.

"Yes ma'am" said again.

She rushed to the living room with a few questions in her heart.