Not as Beautiful as Angan

Accidentally met

After several visits to his home Ustadzah Fatimah to consult and ask for advice from him, Cempaka's condition was somewhat improved.

He began to want to get out of his room, join his sisters watching TV together, not keep locked up in the room.

Sometimes she sews, re-running her hobby.

"Alhamdulillah sir, there is a change in our son, he is not moody anymore like yesterday."bu Sekar looked happy when he saw Cempaka was sewing clothes.

"Hopefully our son can forget his suffering.

Later again, the father will not make him suffer again, the father regrets to have separated him from the Ocean." said Mr. Jati, he looked at his son full of regret.

"Hopefully sir" said Bu Sekar.

"Come ah! Do not pay attention to him continue, later afraid he feels bad." bu Sekar moved from a place that usually likes to be used in sewing.

"Living ngobras and ngelobang buttons." muttered Cempaka, while revealing the material he just cut, to be sewn into a shirt.

Then he folded it, and put it in a cloth bag that he also made himself.

"I mean, I have to go to the market. To the store obrasnya si enci" he murmured again.

Ever since he was down, feeling down, disappointed, suffering and so on. Just this time he intends to go to the market, out of the house.

"sir, you heard the mutterings

she...,? he's going to the market!" bu Sekar was excited, after learning that Cempaka wanted to go to the market.

"Srush! He's afraid he's listening!" pak Jati beckoned to his wife.

Bu Sekar nodded his head, then pretended not to notice.

"Mom, sir, I'm going to the market first. Can't you?" as the cold water that poured down his throat, Bu Sekar heard the words of Cempaka who asked permission to go to the market.

"Alhamdulillah... You going to the market, son? Mom was happy to hear it. You be careful! May you find happiness out there." do'a bu Sekar

"Amiin.., thank you ma'am, mother has allowed and also prayed for me. Then I'll go first ma'am, sir. Assalamualaikum." After the salim to his parents, Cempakapun passed, leaving his parents who delivered him with a smile.

"O Allah!.., how fresh is the air, how beautiful is this field that lies before me, forgive me, O Allah, for it has been shut up because of someone's injustice, I have neglected the beauty of Your creation." Cempaka stood glued to look at nature so beautiful.

Usually he looked at the green rice field scenery

and the breadth stretches it every day, every sa'at.

But, after he had fallen into the pain of suffering, only this time did he stare at that very soothing sight of the eye, making the mind so calm.

Some time when he was staring at that very beautiful natural scene, he took a deep breath. Fresh air penetrated into the pores of his skin.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim.., protect me O Allah, Amiin." he said as he stepped on his right foot, he began his journey to the market.

Because there is no public transportation that has entered the road in his village, Cempaka walks quietly, while enjoying the beautiful scenery of the vast green rice fields unfolded, with houses along the way.

"I haven't set foot on this road in a long time,"

muttered.

"Neng!.., where are you going?" a mother who happened to be sunbathing on the side of the road greeted him.

It has become a habit in the area, although it is not familiar.

When you meet people, always greet them kindly.

"I'm going to the market, ma'am.., punten!" sahut Cempaka with a smile.

"Choose, neng. Be careful on the road" he said again.

"Thank you ma'am, mango" Cempaka said again before he passed from before the mothers.

"Sama-sama neng" said the mother.

After hearing the answer from the mothers who greeted him earlier, then Cempaka passed away leaving the place, heading to the market.

Shortly after, he arrived at the market. To get to the destination obras shop, he had to cross the highway filled with vehicles, and he also had to walk for about a few minutes.

After looking to the left, he crossed the highway. Then continued his steps towards the obras shop.

But, just as his foot took a few steps, suddenly, the corner of his eye caught someone he so longed for. He was walking across the street.

Namely, Ocean.

Either because of feelings, or because the heart is still attached.

The ocean glanced at Cempaka, he immediately called out to him.

"Cempaka Ring!" call him.

"Ocean!" Cempaka called him back.

Can not be denied, they do love each other, and still miss each other.

Without a second thought, the two immediately rushed over to cross and approached each other.

Exactly right! In the middle of their path

meet each other.

Being driven by the feeling of longing that is bubbling in the chest.

They don't realize they're in the middle of the road.

The two held hands, giving up longing.

For a few seconds they held hands in the middle of the road, looking at each other.

"Tiiiids! Tiii!" sounding boisterous

the horn of the vehicle that has been waiting in line there.

Both looked shocked and shocked. They do not realize that their presence there, has disrupted the course of vehicles that pass there.

"Oh Allah.., Ocean, we are in the middle of the road!" Cempaka shouted in shock.

"Astaghfirulahaladziiim.., let's talk! We go to the edge" The ocean leads Cempaka across the street.

"Everything.., forgive us" said Samudera.

"Heeh!.., even going out on the street!"

shouted a driver.

"Huuh!.., you young man" shouted the others.

Cempaka and the Ocean are not

cared about it. Smiling embarrassedly, the two stepped out from the middle of the road, heading towards the edge of the somewhat deserted road.

"Cempaka, I'm so glad to see you here"

said the Ocean while not releasing his hand.

"I also did not expect to meet again with you." said Cempaka, no less happy.

"How are you? Mother and father too?"even though he had been ignored by his parents Cempaka, he still asked

bu Sekar and Pak Jati.

"If I, as you see" said Cempaka, he felt salute to the Ocean.

He does not seem to hold a grudge, Cempaka thought.

"Mother and father are also Alhamdulillah, are they okay, are you alone?" Cempaka asked back.

"Emh...., how is it? That's so. To be honest, I was very disappointed with the decision of both of your parents at that time." The ocean spoke with a heavy voice, like something was stuck in his throat. It seems like she wants to cry.

"I ask for forgiveness on behalf of my parents, not only are you disappointed and hurt, I also feel the same way with you" Cempaka said softly. The corner of his eyes began to heat up.

"Why didn't you invite me? When you were married to Buana" Samudera blamed Cempaka. He felt unappreciated by Cempaka.

"Who's getting married? When did I get married?Who said that

I'm married to Buana? Who?" Cempaka asked repeatedly to the Ocean. Because he doesn't feel married. With Buana again.

"Lho's? Was it not you who got married? At that time I heard from Mang Ramdhan,

when they're going to your house, the day before H"

The ocean says it seriously.

"Samudera, the marriage was not me at the time. But, Brother Bunga, my brother. That I...,

still as before, I'm not married to anyone" a single drop of clear hair fell from the corner of her eye.

"Jadiiiii, you..., you're not married?" Ocean immediately limp get recognition from Cempaka so.

His hand shook Cempaka's shoulder, with eyes glaring in surprise.

"Yes, I'm not married. Buana married another woman"

said Cempaka again with a choked voice.

Increasingly shocked by the Ocean, after he heard that Buana married another woman.