Pledge of Love for a Life of Heaven

SOLAR

Sometimes, I get tired of the never-ending test of life. Not just a test of the heart. But family exams are alternating.

I have to be strong for my mother and my two sisters who are still in school. They still need my hand.

Despite only working as an employee at the copper craft kiosk, I remained grateful. Most importantly, my family's needs can be met.

Besides working at the copper craft kiosk, after maghrib .. I opened a bakmi stall at home. Ikhtiyar whatever I do to meet the needs of clothing, food, and education of my two brothers.

It never crossed my mind to share the burden with my brothers. For I am sure they have their own burdens which may be heavier than mine. I have to be independent.

"Nin, pesen bakmi goreng one, do not use tapang. Cooked crisp yeah, don't yell!"

"Ready Mother Sumi. Just a minute!"

I still put on a smile, even though sometimes have to face buyers who talk a lot and po.

"Eh Nin, how old are you? Kog doesn't have a girlfriend yet?" Unfaithful question that came out of the lips mbak Sumi. My neighbors love the lives of others.

"Nearly 22 years old Ma'am" I replied as I focused on cooking the order.

"Owwwhhh 22 years." Mba Sumi.

"Nin, maybe that's why you don't have a boyfriend and haven't been practicing, because your face is the ugliest on its own among your other brothers ...."

JLEB

Speech that was thrown from the lips mbak Sumi, successfully hit my heart.

I realized, my face is juelek. There is no sweetness, let alone beauty. Please ... Don't be too honest. This heart is not made of iron or concrete. Yet only from a lump of flesh that was easily crushed.

"Mbak Sumi, the order is ready," I said as I handed over the order mbak Sumi.

"No, right?"

"No, Ma'am."

"Ni money. Don't give me the right fit, let's not have trouble getting change." Sumi's mother handed him two bills of five thousand.

"Trank you Ma'am" I said while receiving the money. I tried to keep smiling even though my heart was sore.

"Mbak, don't listen to Mother Sumi's words! Lha wong her sister mbak Sumi .. fancied mbak Anin." Asti tried to comfort me with her chirping. Of course after mummy passed away.

"No. Didi did not have a crush on Anin, As ...," I said.

"He has a crush on Mbak Anin. The proof is there, Mother. If you don't believe me, ask Lina!" sahut Asti with a serious facial expression. I chuckle at my sister's babbling.

Lina .. She's my best friend. The former lover of Raden Inu Prasetya. Raden Danu Prasetya's.

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Actually, it's not just Sumi who always scoffs at me. But there are still a few more people. As if, they were fond of incising wounds in the heart with words that were very painful.

Let the world laugh, the origin of divine love always languish.

...

Arunika greeted again accompanied by a gust of wind that cooled the soul. Encouraging, though try and test still reluctant to turn away.

"Mbak Anin," said Asti while landing her body on the mat, next to me.

"Hemmm, what's up As?"

"Who?"

"Solar Mass. Full name ... Abima Surya Saputra's. Hanan's best friend."

Hanan ... she's Asti's upperclassman. As well as friends who always take care of Asti while in school.

"Who's with Hanan?"

"Let's not. The age of Mas Surya, approximately 25 years. He's a young lecturer, Ma'am."

I breathe heavily. Honestly, I haven't been able to open a heart that's been hurt twice for the same reason. Ghosting.

"Why, mas Surya want to get acquainted with mbak Anin? She's never seen your mbakyu face Sumi said .. juelek."

"Hisssh, his Sumi mom who likes to spread slander. The proof, there are some young mosque who have a crush mbak Anin. Even two of them intend to mhitbak Anin. But Anin refused, right?"

I'm unmoving. Asti's words are right. Not long ago, there were two young men who were intending to abuse me. However, I rejected them subtly. Not without reason. I rejected them because my heart was not sure.

"Where, Ma'am? Want to meet Surya? Mas Surya once saw the face of Anin. Although Anin has never seen Surya's face."

"Solar's mom ever seen Anin's mom? Where's where?" the question that was thrown from my lips was accompanied by a frown on my forehead.

"Hmmmm secret. Most importantly, mbak Anin want to meet with mas Surya?"

"Huffftt .. It's up to you, Deck."

"Alhamdulillah. That means, Anin's mom is willing, right?"

"God willing."

....

"Nan, is this a nice jacket?" ask Surya while showing the deniem jacket he chose.

"Good Mas. Very cool," Hanan said.

"Okay dech. I just bought this jacket, Nan."

After paying for the jacket he chose, Surya bought a t-shirt and shoes that he planned to wear when he met me.

We'll meet in a week. Saturday night or .. Sunday night.

Mas Surya intends to ta'aruf, after that .. he wants to justify me without the courtship process.

Mas Surya, a young man who is near perfect. His face was handsome, noble, and religious. Truly, the figure of the priestly candidate whom I have been asking of Him.

"Be the sun that is able to shine the steps of my life, Mas." My hope at that time ....

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