Not as Beautiful as Angan

Confidence bears fruit

"Maybe not, we'll wait until tomorrow. Yeah, we had breakfast first, scared late to school. Eh.., Cempaka! When are you going to school again? Pity the children of third grade students, there is no teacher." said Mr. Jati while moving to the dining room.

"Come, we'll have breakfast!" bu Sekar followed her husband to the dining room.

After finishing breakfast, Pak Jati left for school as usual. Seruni and Kilatpun went together to his school, they just sat in the Junior High School, they were one school, but different classes.

While Carnation has been sitting in the first grade of High School.

Bunga and her husband left for the company where they worked.

At home, live Bu Sekar and Cempaka, who are still lazy to do activities. He did not want to worry anymore, his heartache was still felt.

After breakfast, everyone went to their respective places of activity. While Cempaka, moving to the back of his house, there is a small rice field that is usually used to keep the yellowing rice in the rice field.

He was sitting there by himself, he was looking at the blue sky with the blank look in his eyes, glaring somewhere.

"Cempaka, what are you doing here?"

bu Sekar approached her, then sat down in front of her son.

"Eh.., mom!" Cempaka glanced at his mother.

"We'll wait until tomorrow afternoon!" bu Sekar tried to convince his son.

Cempaka just nodded with a smile. He was still unsure of his mother's words.

"Mom, why are you so sure that Buana is going to propose to me? While lately ma'am Seroja seems to shy away from mother, let alone Buana?" Reminds his mother.

" That might be your feeling. Already ah, we do not be bad to think first" bu Sekar berkilah.

"If Buana's not proposing to me, what do you want?" Cempaka wanted to know his mother's attitude

if that happens.

"No way that happened!" bu Sekar remained confident, even though in his deepest heart, he began to feel misgivings too.

"Yes ma'am, let's see tomorrow" said Cempaka.

They were silent and did not comment anymore

carried away by each other's daydreams.

*

Until Friday afternoon, the Bu Sekar family faithfully awaits news from the Buana family, with anxious hopes.

"It's six in less than ten minutes, soon also the time for Maghrib prayer, but why is there no sign of anyone coming from his family Buana?," Bu Sekar walked back and forth

while occasionally his eyes lead to his house Seroja ma'am.

No one commented, Flowers and Walnuts are also waiting, just looking at each other while shaking their heads.

Mr. Jati and Kilat also Sakti, have gone to the mosque to

performing the Maghrib prayer.

Anyelir and Seruni are busy doing assignments from his school.

While Cempaka, sitting alone in the corner of his bed.

The two events that had sliced through his heart, were always stored in the memory of his brain. Who continues to shadow his daily life. Until he felt it was hard to get up from the pain. Tragic indeed.

"Allahuakbar.., Allahuakbar!" Echoes of the Maghrib Adhan Sounded.

"Kids!Let's pray Maghrib first! Walnuts, you're a priest, Cempaka let's go! Pray Maghrib first!" bu Sekar reminded his children.

Ba'da Maghrib, ba'da Isya.

"What...., bi Rora has lied?"

Bu Sekar muttered, his eyes looking at his children one by one.

"Mom should ask first, don't be too sure he'll propose to Cempaka." Walnuts like the angry ones.

"Already ah, don't talk about

"You mean?"sekar opened his eyes to Cempaka.

"Yes, that's why he dared to bring another woman as well. Doesn't that hurt? The news is insensitive if it's a sign that he doesn't care about us anymore. Especially me. If it had been sensitive, some good intentions could not be rejected and expelled," Cempaka's mouth inexplicably dared to nyerocos so.

Bu Sekar was silent, only his eyes swerved at Cempaka.

Cempaka immediately left the middle room, he immediately went into his room.

His mother would not accept being blamed. Even though mom was wrong.

The next day, Saturday morning at his house Bu Sekar seemed crowded with people, his brother all seen gathering there.

It was clearly visible from the top, from where the family bu Sekar was drying clothes.

"Sir, it's like there's a show ya ka!" Carnations point to her house Seroja ma'am with her index finger.

At that time the Carnations and Flowers were on top.

"Eh yes, yes. What's the matter?" The flower frowned.

"There is a sister of Buana too, lest!" guess Carnation, she was staring at her brother's face.

"Yes right, there's Buana too. It seems true that he wanted to propose to someone, but, like the one who wants to seuseurahan," Flowers looked back at his sister's face.

"Trease! Champaka!"Flowers came down while shouting to call his sister.

"Sister!Brother!Wake brother!"Carnations screamed as they ran towards her brother's room.

"What the hell is that? How come! So excited!" bu Sekar came out of his room.

"Mom, look at Seroja's house. Many people, it seems like they want to leave after the end." Carnations told his mother.

"Who wants a wedding?" ask Mom Sekar to panic.

"It seems.., Buana ma'am." said Flowers, she said limply.

"Where do you know?" bu Sekar asked again.

"Mom see for yourself! From above, where we hang clothes" said Bunga while guiding his mother and brought up.

"That ma'am, look!, Bunga showed his hand towards her house, Seroja, which was only blocked by a few houses from her house.

Bu Sekar directed his vision to his house bu Sekar. There he saw many people who were ready to leave, everyone brought a parcel like for marriage.

"Everything ready? We leave now, let it not be hot in its path. Where's Buana? Not ready yet?" The loud voice of her older brother Buana was heard very clearly in her ears bu Sekar and Bunga.

"Flower, sister!" his voice was almost inaudible.

"Yes, ma'am" the corner of his eye was already warm.

Shortly thereafter, it appears Buana came out wearing a full suit, like attending a wedding reception or application.

"Mother, are we leaving now?"I heard someone ask.

"Yes now" said Seroja, seen him staring in the direction where bu Sekar and Bunga are, and the middle of his mperhatika.

Bu Seroja immediately lowered his head as his eyes rubbed with his eyes Bu Sekar, I don't know what was in his mind.

But clearly, in his heart Bu Sekar, felt a pain. His pleasure was felt in thin irises, heart-wrenching pain.

"Youngaa! Well, then, there's no way they're going to our house to propose to Cempaka"

his lips quivered withstanding the pain,

his soul almost collapsed, seeing the convoy of his family mama Seroja. Which runs right next to his house.

Bu Sekar fell down, his joints are not strong anymore to support

his body. The corner of his eyes that had been feeling heated from earlier,

now dripping clear circles of mourning tears.

All the stirring, turbulent feelings in his chest, disappointment, heartache, regret, pain and pain mixed into one, piled up in his heart.