Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 28: Answers from the Owner of the Heart
...'There is no mission this stretch, other than waiting for an answer from the owner of the heart.'...
...-Keevan'ar Radityan Az-zzioi...
...BSJ 28: Answers from the Owner of the Heart...
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The morning sunshine that feels start to sting, ending the morning routine today. Dozens of well-built men wearing only black trousers, exposing the chest of the field with a tantalizing six pack or eight pack decoration. It has become their routine to do physical exercise every morning or afternoon. It has been a week since, after the day of the death of the deceased. Now the handsome man who was doing push-ups with one hand was passing by waiting.
Sweat that began to flood, making the skin that had been clear since birth to shiny. Making the women who see it must swallow saliva so tempting creation god this one. Even when the body of his colleagues darkens exotic when exposed to sunlight, another case with his. His body will even redden when stung by the sun, but will still return to its original color.
After training his route, the handsome man rested for a moment himself. Choose to sit away from his peers. One bottle of mineral water he drank up to the toilet. Letting the water wet his throat, while his brain wandered. A week had passed, and he was waiting. Waiting for the owner of the heart's answer from the last time they spoke. He remembered very well how that day he expressed his feelings.
- FLASHBACK-
"Your brother has cancelled his sermon for me."
Deg
Van'ar looked up, looking at the girl who was staring far away with her flat gaze. I don't know, now Van'ar harrus happy or sad. Of course he was relieved that his brother had decided his sermon, but he was also worried when he saw the sadness in Aurra's eyes.
"Ra?" Sluggishly.
"It." The girl thrust out a paper she took from her pocket.
Van'ar. Aurra never threw out or ripped the letter. He took her when she fainted. Until this moment, the letter written on the white paper was still in his grasp. This is nothing, only Aurra just wants to remember how the relationship she received with all her heart ran aground through the media as a letter.
'Stupid!' Inner Van'ar while clenching his hand was strong, until his palm book turned white.
"He, also give this." Aurra said while removing the velvet box from her pocket.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid. You even just left your mother's gift ring.' Batin Van'ar is the stupidity of his brother.
He memorized the contents of the velvet box. Inside is a ring made from a diamond that Vano gave to his wife Arkia. The mother once said, if her daughter's son married he would turn the multimillion-dollar diamond into a ring for his daughter-in-law's dowry. And with all his folly, Anzar who had offended his mother now threw away the mother's gift indirectly.
"That's the same ring that Ra's mother designed herself." His speech.
"Mother hopes that the ring will be worn by a woman who will later become her aunt. I'm sure you gave that to brother." Further.
The beautiful girl trembled withstanding her cries, it turned out that the ring was very meaningful. Then why did the man just leave her with a gaping wound in her heart.
"Here, I shouldn't have this."
He said while offering the ring box.
Van'ar stood up from his position, equalizing his height. But still the girl in front of him looked very petite.
"Just save Ra, it's yours."
He said as he pushed his hand, giving a gesture without any meaningful touch.
Aurra appreciates the man's efforts in front of her. Van'ar took care of her, also respected her as a woman.He did not touch her, except as a touch of reflex or urgent that requires. Aurra appreciates that, the man before her knows his position as the woman who guards every inch of her aurat.
"And this,"
Van'ar opened the ring box he was carrying. Showing a simple ring decorated with a blue jewel of innocence, beautiful at the same time when simplicity wrapped it. There was even a genuine bluish flower stalk, adorning it inside its box.
"Hopefully this ring has a chance to get stuck in your day." Further.
Aurra was stunned by the simplicity and beauty of the ring. They are also worried at the same time. Not that awkward, he knew Van'ar earlier. He was not canngung but was still worried by this sudden statement.
"Van'ar?"
"Yes, what's up Ra?"
"May I ask you to wait." He said to the point.
Thin smile offended at her kissable lips.
"Of course, even I'm willing to wait because I'm always sincere with whatever your decision will be." The answer.
Relieved Aurra felt in her chest, as if the burden that was pressing her yawned somewhere.Without realizing a smile rose behind her veil.
"Thank you for waiting."
Lirih.
Van'ar is happy not to play, at least Aurra's response can be said to be positive so far.
'Iringi steps me yes-Rabb, because all this can not be separated from your will.' His bath prayed, while looking at the girl beside him from the side.
A few seconds had passed, there was never any awkwardness interrupting between them. Now they are still standing staring at the shade of the yard of the house. With a little more relief.
- FLASHBACK END-
Yeah, considering it Van'ar becomes a smile of his own smile. At least there is hope for him.
"What's wrong?"
Van'ar asked back flat.
"God, I just saw the captain of the mesem mesem like a kasmaran. Now it's slab again." His grunts while looking at his friend who was laughing at him.
"Yuk, I'm ahead."
Said Van'ar as he passed leaving the theme.
"Oh my god, captain of this one."
His grunts before passing after Van'ar.
Sunday afternoon at the Army Army's halfway house located in the center of the country. A peach-enveloped letter stopped by with the intention of Captain Van'ar. That afternoon, accompanied by the drowning dawn, he sat under a large mango tree planted beside their camp. A letter that was usually used by some relatives of the soldiers to exchange news, now Van'ar also had the opportunity to get it. There is no name sander (sender) there. But the purpose is filled with the complete name Van'ar.
To.Kap Loreng's
Cite the ink scratches that are neat and very small, the doctor wrote once a stone.
Warrohmatullahi Wabarakatu Assalamualaikum.
Sorry to bother you, and make you wait two weeks and two hours and forty minutes.
The first voice that immediately made Van'ar condense his thin smile. He knows now who sent this peach kalem colored letter.
How are you, cap? Must be tired huh?
Ask a trite talk, but only this time Van'ar likes not to play when there is someone who mince words with him.
May Allah protect you and be with you, Amiin.
"Mother."
Little grandchildren Van'ar.
So I just wanted to tell one of God's servants who was far away. Sorry for keeping you waiting, and with bismillah hirrohma nirrohim I would like to answer your question.
Van'ar pounding thumping not playing. It turned out that this scarcity of paper was able to shake his soul.
Bismillah, I accept your proposal if indeed all parties have agreed to this relationship. All this in the name of God, also of His will. I've spoken to our family, because Anzar has decided his sermon indirectly allows me to be at the sermon of another man. Our family agreed.
"Thank God, thank God."
Van'ar muttered happily, his heart felt overgrown with thousands of eunuchs, O Allah.
I'm sorry if I answered him in a letter. I promise, after you come home, I will answer it directly. So I hope you can wait a little longer until you get home. And may Allah always protect you, as well as this goodwill.
- Aurra
Ah, can Van'ar yell now?
So happy he could not realize his wide smile makes his friends gaping. They were surprised, of course. For years knowing Keevan'ar Radityan Az-zzioi they had never seen the man smile this wide.
"Thank you, thank you for the answer to your servant's prayer Yes-Rabb." He said happily folding the letter and putting it in his pocket.
"Hopefully, all good intentions are carried out as they should."
He said before he left his seat just now.
"It looks like captain kesambet jin manggah. The proof, he's smiling as bright as the sun."
Comment from one of Van'ar's colleagues who witnessed the wonders of the world.
"Ngaco you."
"Don't the captain run out of a collapsed durian flutter?"
They do not know, what makes Van'ar happy is not because of the jinn's tambet, let alone the tyranny of durian collapsed. But the fall of one of the stars in the sky that he wanted to reach. The desire that is always reflected in every prayer.
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To Be Continue
Good afternoon all??
A little drizzle fell on my yard this afternoon. With a better mood I updated again today. How about, make this part??
sorry for the incident, because there are some things in the world that I have to finish🙏🙏
Sorry if there are still a lot of typho scattered
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Sukabumi 10 may 2020
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