OUR FRUIT OF HEART

Broken Heart Poem

Rasti has held a paper and pen to make a poem entitled broken heart, which is a counter poem made by Rasti for Mr. Ahmad.

The series of words he has written in such a way that when Mr. Ahmad reads the poem of his creation the message contained will be in the hearts of his readers.

After finishing making the poem, Rasti retyped via Whatsapp message which will be sent to Pak Ahmad's number. Although the poem was not very good, Rasti made it with all her heart.

Ting...

The poem entitled Broken Heart has been sent to Pak Ahmad, immediately Pak Ahmad opened it and read the poem. Rasti's poem was very penetrating in the heart of Mr. Ahmad as if he could feel what Rasti had written in the poem.

Mr. Ahmad guessed if it was his personal experience Rasti, but Mr. Ahmad did not dare to ask or reply to Whatsapp Rasti messages with words that were too long. Because later maybe Rasti was offended, and Mr. Ahmad did not reply to a single word but he replied to a Whatsapp message from Rasti just by using an emoticon that depicted crying.

A few minutes later Rasti received a whatsapp reply from Mr. Ahmad and quickly opened it.

Rasti was stunned, and instantly closed his eyes and shed his unstoppable tears.

"Bu Rasti, I know Miss Rasti is sad!" said Mr. Ahmad, guessing his mood.

"Who said, you know Mr. Ahmad, here!" tampik Rasti fast.

"Not lie to me, Mom!" pinta Pak Ahmad, for Rasti to tell her true mood to Pak Ahmad.

"Who? who's lying?" tangkas Rasti tried to dodge.

"Mom, I know Miss Rasti is heartbroken. The proof, the poem that Bu Rasti sent to me was titled heartbreak" said Mr. Ahmad a little insistent.

"It's just a coincidence, sir!" exclaim Rasti maintained his opinion.

"Aren't there many other titles, Mom? certainly a better title than a broken heart. Like my poem, titled Beautiful meeting. That's because I feel happy to meet Miss Rasti, come on Mom! don't be sad continue. Leave the past and achieve a bright future." explained Mr. Ahmad, giving advice to Rasti that Rasti rise from the slump.

"Sir.. understand my feelings a little!" pinta Rasti was sad.

"Mom.I try to understand how Ms. Rasti feels at the moment, so I don't want to see Ms. Rasti sad anymore. Because there is already me, who will accompany Bu Rasti in joy and sorrow." said Mr. Ahmad, reassuring feelings Rasti.

"Among us there is no bond, how can Mr Ahmad accompany me?" asked Rasti frowning.

"That's easy, Mom! I am ready to accompany wherever Ms. Rasti will go." said Mr. Ahmad to calm Rasti's heart.

"Could this happen?" said Rasti hesitated with the attitude of Mr. Ahmad.

"Of course you can, Mom!" said Mr. Ahmad felt he could accompany Rasti anytime when Rasti needed a friend.

"Prove it, sir! all your words!" pinta Rasti with hope.

"I'll prove it to Miss Rasti, relax!" said Mr. Ahmad in a serious tone.

Two hearts that are different in taste, will be able to unite later? Mr. Ahmad is in love, and Rasti is heartbroken. Hmm.

"I'll sleep first, sir!" rasti said still using WA message.

"Sleep, Mom! and wake up when tahajud arrives. Ask for guidance with Allah Swt, to be facilitated in carrying out all affairs." replied Mr. Ahmad, a little advice to Rasti who was still sad.

Rasti only read a message from the last Mr. Ahmad, he ended his conversation with Mr. Ahmad. Because drowsiness approached him. Ahmad put his phone on his desk.

"Huf! I want to make you happy, Rasti!" muttered Pak Ahmad lirih, closing his eyes.

Mr. Ahmad pulled out his blanket and went to bed immediately. Tired all day activities make him want to sleep faster than usual, he does not work any overtime so therefore have plenty of time to rest.

Rasti has not been able to fall asleep, his mind is still chaotic and can not be separated from his past. His disappointment was too deep, leaving regret.

"Oh my God, strengthen my heart. Aamiin!" rasti said in his heart.

Rasti got up from his bed to replace his beloved maroon-red bedspread with a heart-pictured picture, finished putting up bedsheets Rasti took his blanket so soft to accompany Rasti's sleep tonight.

"Taraaa, done! it's neat! it's bedtimerrr!" shouted Rasti, with a slightly high tone.

"Oh, yes I forgot not to wash my hands and wash my feet" Rasti said immediately out of her room.

The atmosphere of the house is quiet, all family members are already sleeping in their respective rooms. Rasti stepped towards the bathroom cautiously, as she was afraid of slipping if not careful.

"Uh, segerrr" said Rasti while washing his face.

Finished from the bathroom, Rasti walked slowly while rubbing her wet face. He grabbed a towel hanging behind the door of his room.

After cleaning Rasti tried to sleep, but her eyes were reluctant to shut. Finally she sat down at the dresser and looked at her face and eyes.

"If time can be turned back, then I prefer not to know love and there is no need to fall in love with him" said Rasti while pointing her index finger at the mirror.

"Why did all this happen? when I really loved him. How could you two stab me in the back, heart! you guys are so fucking hearty! you two have absolutely no sense of humanity." rasti grumbled while recalling the events that will never be forgotten in her memory.

"Nis, is there no other man besides Mas Budi? until you had a relationship with him without my knowledge. We are close friends, but why do you consider me as your rival in reaching for his love Mas Budi? why, Nis? why?" rasti asked the mirror, he assumed there was Nisa in front of him.

Rasti was devastated, and has not moved on.

"You can win, Nis! but forever you will be haunted by guilt, and you will duck in shame every time you meet me." said Rasti, he felt very disappointed to have a friend who was so evil to him.

"Huft, hopefully sooner or later I will get Mas Budi instead. Surely that man was a good and loyal man to me. O Allah, grant me a plea." Rasti unceasingly asked Allah Swt.