Not as Beautiful as Angan
The husband of a married man
Sa'at it happens to be a red date, so work holiday.
Early in the morning Puspa had come to his house Cempaka.
He will take Cempaka to meet Mr. Ustadz, who was the one who had once treated Puspa, when he was frustrated.
Heartbroken because, his fiancee Puspa married someone else, he was in a match with his own brother who had just come from outside the island.
At that time, Puspapun experienced times of disappointment, hurt and suffering like this Cempaka sa'at.
Only he was not in tandem with mystical things, so it was not too heavy like Cempaka now.
"Your husband's okay, you go with me?" Cempaka was still doubtful.
"No, nothing. He works overtime. I just left the house, I anterin him to his workplace before I came here. Later, I'll pick him up again. So we go home together again" Sahut Puspa.
"Where does it work?"
Cempaka doesn't know yet.
"Next to our workplace. The gate is blue
that's. Take it easy, I asked permission! He is also ngizinin" he said.
"Alright then" Cempaka felt calm hearing it.
"We're leaving now?" Puspa seemed to be impatient again. He was eager to make his friend escape the suffering that was now holding him back.
"May, I said yes to both my parents." Cempaka passed into his house. To meet his two parents.
"You leaving now?" Bu Sekar asked Puspa.
"Yes buu, mungpung is still morning. Let's not get hot in the way"
Puspa gave a reason.
"Mother nitip Cempaka yes neng ya!"
"God willing, sir. Hope so
Cempaka can be handled by Mr. Ustadz Rahman, like I used to" Puspa said with a small smile.
"Mom, sir.., we're leaving first." Cempaka said goodbye to his parents.
"You be careful"
"Yes, Assalamualaikum..."
We left on a motorcycle owned by Puspa.
"Waalaikum... Come back soon, son." Said Bu Sekar.
The motor drove off
his home was bu Sekar, heading to a village located south of his hometown Cempaka and Keluarga.
"Away down, pa?" Cempaka breaks the silence.
"No, not an hour!" Legally.
"Let's calm down, and then we'll be"
Further again.
The trees and trees we went through were beautiful to our eyes.
"It's kaan... SD Ujung Jaya one"
Cempaka muttered as they sped in front of him.
"What's wrong with this school?" Ask Puspa.
"Our friends are here, the Rose. His house is also near from here" Cempaka recalled the Ocean, his unfathomable love.
"The rose with me
you're that's not it? That's a little bule yeah!" Puspa apparently still remembers.
"Yes... I... That" Cempaka stuttered to answer. Because his memory is drifting into the ocean.
"Ocean!... Do you remember me?" Bathinnya, whispering softly. Without being asked, the events of that time were reflected back in his eyes. Gontai Samudera sa'at step left his house crossed back. Grief, pain.
"You why? Looks like you
crying!" Puspa stopped the speed of his motorcycle.
"Why stop? Have we arrived yet?" Anyways then get off the motor that is on the side.
"Why were you? I was worried, so I stopped the bike. Looks like you're crying" Puspa looked into Cempaka's eyes.
"That's okay, I just feel sad when crossing the Ujung Jaya sd" Sahut Cempaka slowly.
"Why is it sad?"
Puspa was getting curious.
"That's one of them I became miserable and disappointed" Cempaka said.
"meaning?" Search Puspa.
"The story is very long, I will tell you" said Cempaka.
"Yes already! Let's continue our journey. Just half way back" Puspa turned his motorcycle back on.
After Cempaka went up behind him. The motor is moving back slowly.
After passing through several villages, pesawahan and also some mountains. Finally
they came to a path, which to the right left of the pesawahan spread along the eye of the eye.
At the end of the pesawahan, stand firmly small hills lined up. Really am! What a beautiful sight. Very pampering to the eyes that looked at him.
"Still far?" Ask Cempaka.
"That's! There are a few houses out front. Naaah there is the house of Mr. Ustadz Rahman" Puspa pointed to the front, where there appear to be several houses.
"It soon means" said Cempaka.
"Yes... The place is beautiful! You like not being brought here?"
"Hopefully your soul mate is here!" Puspa.
"Amiin" Cempaka said.
We also entered the gate that led to the village which was occupied only by a few houses.
"Cock! Just how many houses, like the population is only a little" Cempaka looks wry looking at houses made of wood or stilt houses neatly lined up facing each other.
But, the distance is far from one house to another.
After being counted, there were only ten houses.
"Ten houses only?" Cempaka said astonished.
"Yes... This is said to be a new village, so it has not been populated" Puspa said.
"You intend to stay here? Delicious, very cool, fresh air no air pollution, make our heart healthy"
Puspa.
"You want to have the money"
Puspa stopped his motorbike, right in front of the last house. Not far from the house, there was another building. But, it does not look like a house. After being observed, it turned out to be a mushola.
"This is the house of Mr. Ustadz Rahman" said Puspa, he parked his motorbike under a mango tree growing in his yard Mr. Ustadz.
"Asri and shady yes! Make yourself"
Cempaka looked around his yard Mr. Ustadz.
"Let's go in!" Take Puspa.
"Assynoltom..." Puspa said, after they were in front of the door of his house, Mr. Ustadz was half open.
"Goddessalam..." There was a heavy voice of a man, answering his greeting Puspa from inside the house.
"eek... There guests. Let's go in neng!" Welcomed friendly.
"Thank you Mr. Ustadz" We went into the living room. Then sit on the mat that has been tethered there.
"Neng Puspa.." a new mother came from behind.
say hello to Puspa.
Looks like Puspa has been here a lot, they look familiar.
"Yes mak, this is my friend's name is Cempaka" said Puspa introduced Cempaka.
"Cempaka" Salim to the mothers.
"I am Halimah, his wife Mr. Ustadz Rahman" he said with a smile looking at his face Cempaka.
"Such a pretty bell" Ms. Halimah praised him.
"Alhamdulillah ibuu " Sahut Cempaka.
After making small talk, Puspa then explained the purpose of his arrival.
"Neng Cempaka, I ask ma'af, if only what I will say is not in accordance with what Cempaka neng expected" Mr. Ustadz Rahman said slowly.
It looks like Mr. Ustadz Rahman will say something
not wearing his ears Cempaka.
"Neng Cempaka, be patient, it seems that neng will not marry a man who is still a bachelor" said Mr. Ustadz Rahman slowly.
"What do you mean, Ustadz?" Cempaka looked back at the face of Mr. Ustadz Rahman, then looked at his face Puspa.
Everyone there looked at each other.
"Sir Ustadz, why do you talk that way? What's that supposed?" Puspa looked panicked.
He felt guilty for taking Cempaka to see Mr. Ustadz Rahman. He wants to find a solution,
want to find a cure so that Cempaka's heart is not too sad and
suffer.
But, in reality.., Cempaka got bad news to hear.
Where the words of Mr. Ustadz Rahman like to be true again.
When he first met Mr. Ustadz Rahman, he once said that his soul mate was his workplace close to his workplace.
"He's not a close person, he's an out-of-town person, his stature is high. He's a good, loving man."
"You'll meet at a stall close to your workplace, in the near future"
That's what Mr. Ustadz Rahman said at the time. And...
It turns out that his words were true.
"Now Mr. Ustadz Rahman said that Cempaka will not be paired with men who are still bachelor. I'm afraid he'll be a match with someone who already has a wife. Do not let God"
Bathin Puspa panic.
"This is according to my vision, Cempaka neng will be in ma.
Hopefully this is not true yes neng ya" said Mr. Ustadz Rahman again, with a disjointed voice.
"Typeaaak!... I don't want to go to honeyuu! I'm still a girl, so my soul mate should be a bachelor too! I don't want to go to honeyuu!"
Cempaka was screaming hysterically.
"Take patience, forgive me! I didn't know there would be unwanted words" Puspa said, feeling guilty.
Cempaka kept crying wailing. That thin silence was now slicing his heart wound again.
Browbeat... Grievous.
The wound was getting deeper.
The suffering is getting stronger in the soul.
Kidung nestapa is now kicking back, wailing, wailing.
I don't know until when.
