Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 11: Fixing
...'I don't know what fate is playing, which must have its own pleasure if you participate in it.'...
...-Keevanzar Radityan Az-zzioi-...
...BSJ 11: Fixing...
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"Eat yes, dear. Let the spit heal."
Pinta the hijab-wearing lady.
"Later on, not yet a laper."
The pretext of his interlocutor who is still busy with the keyboard on his laptop.
"The work was delayed first deck, now eat first." Said the mother, back to persuade.
The hijab-wearing girl finally relented.
He could at least refuse his mother's request. With weight he nodded, which was immediately answered by a smile from the mother. One bowl of warm chicken porridge, slowly the land began to feed into his mouth. Filling the hull that was empty since yesterday without a mouthful of rice entering.
"Mother has eaten too?"
Ask the baby blue hijab girl.
Scrutinizing the motion of the mother, which looks can not be said to be good.
"Yes, you'll eat."
Said the middle-aged woman.
"But you have to eat. Let's"
The words of the shady girl were cut off by the sound of the door whistling that caught their attention.
On the doorstep, the tall, dashing man stood up. With a navy blue shirt suit and his neat black pants. But his handsome face, must be willing to be adorned by bruises and scratches on his left temple covered with gauze.
"Did you?" Lirih the mother, when the retina of his eyes caught the figure that six years he missed.
His eldest son, standing firmly in front of him with a smile on his back with his injured lips. The handsome man walked over, putting the parcel he was carrying on the nightstand. Before reaching for the hand of the woman who gave birth 28 years ago. Cheating on him with regret.
"Abang, go home mother." Smoothed while peeping the back of the mother's hand incessantly.
The middle-aged woman began to shed her tears. Seeing his son in this state, certainly not a pleasant thing. Not to mention the disappointment that had been reaped, but what can be said.
A mother's heart remains the same, weak when she sees her baby hurt.
"I'm sorry brother bun, you know you're wrong."
Overturned the young man, while sitting in front of the mother. His burly hands were ceaselessly holding the tiny hands of the woman who had risked her life to give birth to him.
"The wrong bang. You've let everyone down." The man quietly. His sharp black iris slowly dimmed, fragile as she felt now.
Looking at the shady iris of the youngest brother who always looked at him full of desire, now the iris looked at him full of wounds. Implying a lot of disappointment in doing it has hurt the youngest. He regretted, having chosen this path. Moreover, he had sacrificed his family just for the sake of a woman. Last night, he reflected on everything. Mistakes for the mistakes he made. Facts he had hidden because of his cowardice. He was wrong all along.
So it is time for him to choose. Decisions that will change his life. He will release someone, sacrifice his love for the happiness of his family, to make up for the disappointment he has already reaped. He will end the bond of love, with the woman he loves so much. Because he was aware, too many obstacles were crossing between them.
Even if they are kept, someone has to be willing to sacrifice. Sacrificing his family and his trust. The biggest obstacle in their relationship is the difference in beliefs. He is a Muslim, while the lover is a non-Muslim. If indeed among them there are willing to change trust, they must also be willing in about their respective families. As for Anzar, he realized that family was everything. Even if Nata-sang lover is not a match, because God must still prepare other women who will accompany him to the end.
"Mother, brother, I'm sorry. Brother is wrong."
He said again, turning to look at the mother who had been crying.
"Sstt, it's bang. Let's stand up first."
Pinta the blue-goated lady touted, while helping her son stand up.
"Mother."
"Here you go, I'm sorry brother."
Can not be denied it is a sense of disappointment that approaches him now, still remain. As Muslims, we should forgive others. Moreover, this is our own son who is apologizing.
"Mother?" Ask the man again.
"Mother is sorry. For every human being is not spared from that which is forgotten and sin."
Said the scarlet hijab woman.
"Thank you mother."
There was nothing Anzar had to do right now, other than embrace the thin body of the mother. Since childhood he did know very well, if the mother is very kind.
While the Lunar-girl who was still lying on top of the gurney was staring softly at the two. Even if he had a heart as big as his mother, he would have forgiven his brother. But, my heart is not that big. It took a long struggle to conquer his already disappointed heart.
"Mother, about the sermon" said Anzar pausing, taking off his wound.
"-how?" Continue the heart.
"Father and mother agree."
Arkia said, taking a deep breath.
"This match will not continue." Arkia Imbuh.
Deg
The handsome man stood looking, looking at the mother who looked down in silence. He believes, if this decision is taken if he has damaged the trust of the mother.
"But mother, brother-"
"It's for your good in the future." Sela the middle-aged woman.
"Father and mother think he's too good for you."
Deg
The sharp-mannered young man was as if he was going to be glued to the spot. So much disappointment given him, so that his parents now doubt him.
"She's a good girl bang. Career and treasure problems he is no longer dizzy. Just the right soul mate he doesn't have."
Arkia.
"Mother and father think, because she is an independent and simple girl behind the success of her career, it fits you. We hope that you can become a priest who can lead him, care for him, and be a good companion for him. She was born a special woman." Arkia said, as soon as he asked her prospective daughter-in-law.
But dear, it seems that God has not desired his will and the husband to make him a son-in-law.
"Father and mother dare to call her to be your future wife, because we believe she is the best match for you. Although at the end of the day, we doubt that she'll be happy with you."
Initially, Arkia and her husband dared to express their good intentions because they believed the son was a responsible man, and would be a good priest for Aurra. However, that reality was inversely proportional to his reality. If in the heart of the son there is another woman, they hesitate to continue this matchmaking. Their doubts are not without cause, but learn from the old story. They don't want a girl as good as that to get hurt later.
"Mother, listen to brother first." The young man said back.
"Mother, brother apologizes for your mistakes and stupidity all along. But mother, brother has changed his mind. I know you're wrong, so please give your brother one more chance to fix this." His request to the mother.
Anzar doesn't lie, he will try to fix everything from the beginning. Although all of that is not necessarily able to run according to his wishes.
"Please mother, brother will let him go if you let him down again."
Arkia looked at her eldest son. His sharp black bead was faint, yet it exuded a million beliefs there. The middle-aged woman let out a heavy sigh, before expressing her opinion.
"Dream please mother."
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"What else is it?" Speak a soft voice that flows from a box of chocolate milk. Ah no, she meant the girl standing up sticking a box of milk chocolate flavored boxes to her.
The handsome man who had just sat down while kneeling his temple slowly looked up. Staring at the hijab-wearing girl who was standing before him.
'This girl again?' He murmured in his heart.
The almighty one hears his prayer again. Finding the girl who helped him the other day also attracted his attention in one meeting.
"Here, please drink. Some nutrition experts say, foods that contain glucose can have a happy effect. Chocolate also contains endorphins, which lower stress and pain." He said softly, while putting the milk box.
"This, I force."
Continue, while passing the milk box next to the man who has been met twice accidentally.
Previously, he was enjoying his rest time by walking casually in the rest area around the hospital. Until his sharp bead found a familiar figure in his eyes. In fact, both of his legs felt reflexes walking towards him.
"What's wrong?" He asked her to glance at the man beside her, but she was sure that the man was looking at her.
"Have we met before?"
Anzar asked, the man stared at the girl in his face intensely. Feeling if the voice and face of the girl next to him is not familiar.
"Yesterday night, we meet in the garden and in Alfam*rt. Did you forget?"
"No, besides that? Have we met before that?" Anzar asked curiously, because every time his sharp irises unexpectedly wired with hazel irises the girl felt there was a family there.
"Never" said the girl flat, playing the doctor's snelii pocket.
"really? I think we've met before." Anzar said, it is true. He knew this girl for a long time.
His shady hazel bead always managed to make himself in the scope of a sense of calm.
"No, just last night and now. But I don't know, only God knows."
Said the girl, Anzar sure his smile was behind the cover of his hijab.
The snelli girl's pocket vibrated. He reached into a flat object whose screen lit up from inside.
"Assynolajet. Yes, Hello." Greetings when receiving incoming calls on his phone.
"..."
"Yes, I'll be here soon."
"..."
"Getishalight." He ended his phone call, before moving on from his seat.
"I'm ahead, someone's waiting for me." His voice softly said goodbye, while cupping his two hands in the chest.
"Eh, that's what the name is"
"Assalamualaik." He interrupted, before passing away leaving Anzar still pensive there.
"...what's your name?!" Anzar lirih.
Next time, yes next time if they meet again he will make sure if he knows the name of the girl who owns the iris hazel.
"I'm so damn sure I'll see you next time."
Said Anzar while chuckling. He became remembered one of the characters in the big screen flim that had gone viral some time ago, so his own secretary was crazy by the film.
I don't know, the point is that the presence of hazel-manik girl is able to make her mind clear. So that he can think rationally for the future, agar steps taken no longer wrong.
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To Be Continue
Hohoo..yuk update again nihhj😄😄.
sorry is late, because it is busy pilgrimage same help keep the boyhood😅😅 How to make this part??
yookkk.
Happy fasting also yes for those who run🎉
sukabumi April 22, 2020
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