Not as Beautiful as Angan

Turns out..,., though...,

"It's been two months over Cempaka moody continues. Her body was so thin that, the mother was worried, "bu Sekar expressed his concern to her husband.

"This is all because we believe so much in Seroja"

he said again, the look on his face harbored a great worry and anxiety.

"Cobaaa, if at that time we did not expel the Ocean, surely now our son has married sir" he continued. The corner of his eyes warmed, Mom was crying.

"Already buuu! That was the way it was, if the Ocean of Cempaka's soul mate, someday, they would definitely meet again. And, it will surely unite," Mr. Jati sought to appease his wife.

"If according to the father, we better now find a solution, how so that our children do not continue to be so moody. You want him to have more activity like before, not in the room, continue, stunned,

daydreaming, crying. Wrestling continues with suffering" Mr. Jati hopes that his son is cheerful again like before.

"How is it, sir?" the look on Bu Sekar's face began to look there was hope again greeting him.

"Grandfather's friends are suggesting that Cempaka be taken to Ustadzah Fatimah, this is the address, do we take him there," said Mr. Jati eagerly.

"Yes sir, I agree. When are we there?" bu Sekar was so excited.

"What about tomorrow,? you have a holiday, so we are free of time" followed Jati sir.

"Mother just follow, the important thing is that our child can return as usual, our child is not moody anymore, so that mother's regret does not haunt continue sir." said Bu Sekar.

"Yes ma'am, but.., we should not take the Camp, let us go there. Later, if Ustadzah Fatimah

nanyain, we just brought him. How about that, ma'am.., then...,?do you agree?"pak Jati asked for his opinion Bu Sekar.

"If mother how good it is, sir, what is important is that our child recover from his heartache." a sense of regret floated in

hue face.

"We should now sleep first ma'am, let tomorrow not be bad luck" Jati sir broke down his body, and pulled his blanket, dispelling the cold of the night that began to feel increasingly piercing to the bone marrow.

Ms. Sekarpun spread her body beside her husband. He did the same thing, dispelling the cold of the night wind, to pick up the beautiful dream of the sleeping flower.

*

The next day, before the dawn of Adhan was heard reverberating, Bu Sekar and her husband had woken up to perform tahajud prayers.

They wanted to complain and complain, to beg for help from Him.

Even though he always did the same thing, he was so solemn in praying and pleading.

After breakfast, Jati and his wife went to his house, Ustadz Fatimah. With the address given by his friend. He hoped that the baby could forget all his suffering.

"Anyelir, Seruni, and you Lightning. I hope you guys don't go anywhere.Just stay home, accompany your sister, yes. Mom and dad want to go for a while, there's a need that's very important,"

Bu Sekar warned his children.

"Yes ma'am" they said.

"Where are you going...?" Seruni asked curiously.

"You treat your sister, pity her moody continues." said Bu Sekar.

"Remember mom's message, you're home." Said again.

"Ohbaa! Mom and dad want to go first, you be careful at home, yeah!" from behind the door of his room Cempaka, Bu Sekar shouted.

"Yes mom, where are you going?" Cempaka opened the door of his room and turned his head out of the room.

"There's a need for a moment" he said.

"Yes ma'am, be careful ma'am, sir!" Cempaka doesn't ask much.

"Mom left first yes, Assalamualaikum.." bu Sekar then sat in the bonnet of a motorcycle driven by her husband.

Motorpun drove, leaving four children who stood on the porch of the house, delivering the departure of both parents.

They did not move out of place, before his mother and father could no longer see his back, lost behind the turn of the road.

After asking, here and there,

A beautiful house, cool and fresh in the eyes.

"Assynoltom..." Bu Sekar said his greetings.

"Waalaikumsalam.." there was a voice of a woman answering her greeting.

Before long, the door of his house was opened, visible on the doorstep of a young woman, the same age as Bunga, his brother Cempaka.

"Neng, is this really the house of Ustadzah Fatimah?"bu Sekar asked, afraid of being wrong.

"Yes mom, let's go in. In a moment, I'll call his mother"

he went inside again, after allowing bu Sekar and Pak Jati to sit down.

"Assynoltom..." Not long after, came a woman about the same age as Jati sir.

"Waalaikumsalam.." pak Jati and bu Sekar answered in unison.

"Well, if I may know, where are you from?"tanya bu Ustadzah Fatimah.

"We are from the downstream village, Ustadzah, ma'af want to ngerepotin Ustadzah" bu Sekar said.

"I don't feel in repotin ma'am"

he said with a smile.

"Begini buuuu" said Bu Sekar, he told the incident that happened to Cempaka.

"Yes Allah.., astaghfirulahaladziiim.., I am sorry to hear it." said Mrs Fatimah.

"Hopefully the sadness will not be long, ma'am, for a moment.., this seems to be a close person playing in the separation of Cempaka and Buana,"bu Ustadzah Fatimah.

frowned.

"What do you mean by Ustadzah? We do not understand." ma'am Sekar did not understand the direction of his words Ustadzah.

"It seems that there are people who do not like that Buana same Cempaka mate. But.., this does not seem to be anyone else, not a distant person." said Ustadzah Fatimah again. Making Bu Sekar and Pak Jati feel curious.

"I still don't understand Mr. Ustadzah." Jati said.

"Look, ma'am, sir. There is someone who does not like that Buana and Cempaka are paired. It seems he asked a shaman to separate him. He was no one else, but still a brother. I am not su'udzon. But, that's what my mind looks like."Ustadzah Fatimah again.

"Astaghfirulahaladziiim.., is that really ma'am?." Mom was surprised, she seemed to not believe her hearing.

"Yes mom, I don't understand either.

Especially here it seems that he was afraid of being rivaled by Cempaka, he was afraid Cempaka would be rich if married to Buana."so ma'am. But.., this is only according to my vision. Hopefully not right." said Ustadzah Fatimah.

"Where is she, ma'am?" teak sir

curious.

"Still downstream villagers, sir.

To my surprise, it was no one else, still his brother Cempaka, his close brother" Ustadzah ma'am wrinkled his forehead.

"Who is it...,? coco! Can you do that?"bu Sekar looked at Jati's face in astonishment.

"He looks like he has a grudge against Cempaka" said Ustadzah Fatimah again.

"Vengeful...,? as far as I know, Cempaka has no enemies, he has never had a storm with others, he his son always gives up" said Sekar about his son.

"This is not a grudge because of the storm, but, a grudge because he felt jealous of Cempaka. He was afraid that Cempaka would become rich if he became Buana's wife who was a member of the police," said Ustadzah Fatimah.

"After all, it looks like this Cempaka is so in love with his mother Buana and also his Family. That is what makes the person jealous. So, he thought, nothing has been in love with the prospective in-laws, how about later if you have become a daughter-in-law?.., that is the cause of his revenge"

continued the mother ustadzah again.

"So.., it turns out, Buana's attitude changed so that because there is something we do not think about, I did not expect the least bu Ustadzah" bu Sekar seemed sad to hear the speech of the Ustadzah Fatimah.

"Sometimes we do not know what is in the heart of the nearest person though, as the proverb of ma'am, the depth of the sea can be measured, but the depth of the heart, who knows. Who is patient yes buu, hopefully Cempaka does not dissolve in his pain, amiin" bu ustadzah Fatimah calms his heart bu Sekar who looks hit.