Not as Beautiful as Angan

Terms of Flowers

"Flower!... Back son!... Don't leave mom!... The flower!... " Mum Sekar shouted hysterically calling out the name of his second child.

"Sir... Stool Flowers!... Tell him to come home sir!... Hurry along!.. He may not be far away. I don't want her to leave our house that way. Hurry sir!.. " Mum Sekar shouted while crying, she told her husband to immediately catch up with her second child.

"Him own mother? if you follow the flowers. I'm worried about my mother" Mr. Jati even confused not because of his behavior. He was confused himself.

"Fast after our son sir!!!" Shouted Bu Sekar again while glaring at her husband.

"Yes, sir, let me stay here. You be careful" said Cempaka, asking his mother to sit on a chair.

"Yes... Da... You leave first. Cempaka, please take care of mom!... Assalamualaikum..." Mr. Jati immediately got on his motorcycle, then turned it on. And then he darted away from his house to catch up with Flowers.

"Waalaikum... Careful sir!" Cempaka Seru.

Mom kept crying and didn't stop. Lamenting the departure of his emotional son.

"Flower... Uhuk... Uhuk... Why are you so boy?... Why?"

Bu Sekar continued to wail in his sobs.

"Mom... Already mom!... Bunga must be back. He loves us, he can't just leave us" Cempaka tried to calm his mother.

He could not believe that his brother would be so angry. Though the question is trivial, why should it be complicated like this? thought.

It has been almost an hour Jati sir who intends to catch up with Bunga, still has not come home as well.

"Old kok huh?... Didn't your father find her? Where are you son?..." Gumam bu Sekar with a soft.

Meanwhile, Mr. Teak has found a flower that is walking alone. His emotions have not subsided, it is seen from the way he walks.

Mr. Jati immediately pulled over his vehicle, right in front of his son. Then he got off his bike and grabbed the hand of his son who was walking nonchalantly in front of him.

"Take off sir!..." Flower clasped his hand grip Jati sir roughly.

"Assynoltom..." Mr. Jati said his greetings while trying to ease his son's emotions.

"Glamma!" The flower replied with a thorn. He stepped his foot back, it seemed like he wanted to pass from before his father.

"Where are neng?... Don't you feel sorry for your mother?... He screamed until he fell unconscious because he saw you leave him" Mr. Jati lied a little, he wanted to know where the affection and care of Flowers to his mother.

"I want to go anywhere, wherever my feet take it. Father same mother does not need to be as attentive as me. Let me go as my heart pleases. Why are you worried about me?... There is a Cempaka that is more dear to you" With a sour face and a rough tone of speech, Bunga expressed his annoyance.

"Everything can be well talked about, son. Running away from home is not the best way. Try to think with common sense, with complete calmness. You have misunderstood, dear. We go home yu!... Let's talk about this again with a calm heart. Do you know that emotions and passions are always followed by shetan?... You don't want to obey his invitation shatan?" Mr. Jati patiently advised his emotional son.

Flowers appear silent, like they are contemplating or thinking.

"Let's ride!... We go home, we go see your mother" Mr. Jati told Bunga to get on his bike.

Hope his son will definitely be brought home by him.

But far from hope.

"I don't want to go home sir. I'm going to my friend's contract, it seems quieter. You've come home, don't worry about me.

I'd like to sign with my friend, Assalamualaikuum..."

He walked over again with no regard for his parents.

His face looks tangled moping, unsightly in the eyes to cause question marks, everyone who saw it.

"Miss... Don't be so neng!... Shame on seeing people!... Come onl!... We'll talk about it in Yu's house!" Although in his heart was upset, Jati continued to try gently.

Flowers looked at his face, like there was someone in his car.

"All right, I'll come with you to go home. But, on one condition" he said.

"What condition is that? Come onl!... Explain it to me, Father!" Say Mr. Teak with a bright face.

"I want to go home, and I will never run away from home again, as long as Buana cancels

her proposal. So, Cempaka don't accept Buana's proposal before I have a husband" She firmly conveyed her request.

"Haaah!... " Pak Jati was aghast in shock after hearing the requirements of his son.

For some sa'at pak Jati silent sculpting. He was confused to give advice and advice especially for his emotional son.

"Father would not be willing if Cempaka refused his proposal Buana?... You minded it, right?... Yes, then let me go as I please, father do not try to hinder me" said Flowers firmly.

Mr. Jati was speechless again, he felt confused by the dilemma he was facing.

"Murray..." Pak Jati took a strong breath, then exhaled back.

He seemed to want to let go of the little burden that filled his mind.

"Yes, I will talk about the requirements of you, I will persuade Cempaka not to accept Buana's proposal before you have a husband. Come onl!... Now ride!... We go home, your mother must be happy to see you come home with her father" he said, forcing his lips to smile.

"Naaa... That's dong!...I am a good father and understand my son. Thank you sir, I love very much the father" he said as he climbed into the motorbike of Jati sir.

Pak Jati was forced to accept the requirements proposed by Bunga. Even though his heart was broken in a broken way.

For the sake of his brother, Jati had to sacrifice the feelings of his other son, namely Cempaka. But, if he did not take that action and did not respond to it, he would not be able to bring the Flower back to his home.

With erratic feelings and chaotic thoughts, the,

mr. Teak runs his bike Slowly.

Now he is faced with a difficult choice.

He had to choose between his two daughters.

If he obeys what Bunga wants, it means that Cempaka must suffer.

His love had to run aground just because his brother did not want to understand and because of a mere misunderstanding.

"Sir... Sir... Why do you seem to be daydreaming?... Be careful, bring the bike!" Flowers call to mind Mr. Jati, who almost got his bike mired into a rice field that was only a few days planted by the owner.

"Yes Allah... Astaghfirulahaladziiim" Spontan pak Jati awoke with his daydream.

He also returned to run his motorbike slowly to his home.