Pursuing the Love of the Mentari

Curse On Aisha

After the satisfaction of crying, my heart was at least a little relieved. With a bad mind, I asked Nara to come into my room. When entering the room can be clearly seen a sense of worry on Nara's face.

"Mom's okay?" ask Nara to me.

"No Nara. I just want to let go of my frustration. Now I'm fine" I replied with a forced smile.

"alright. Mommy has to be strong. Don't lose to that lady, ma'am,"

"Yes" I replied. "I want to go home, the file you just gave me hasn't been signed yet. Maybe I can sign it tomorrow. Just gather the files I need to sign and learn. Tomorrow I'll finish it all" I told Nara. He just nodded at my explanation.

After saying goodbye to Nara, I immediately left the office. I drove the car somewhere. My mind's totally screwed up for now. Fortunately, today Mang Ujang has returned to work after three days of permission to return home. So I don't have to pick Adam up for school.

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Gawaiku continued to tremble, some messages and calls from Mas Darto got into my salary. But I have absolutely no intention of retaliating. There is still pain and resentment in this heart.

I still drive a car in no direction. Confused also where to go in a heart situation like this.

Ting

One message went into my salary. I guess from Mas Darto, it turns out from Aisyah. Immediately I clapped the car to be more free to read and reply to messages from Aisyah.

[Where are you? Come home if you have time. I made you your favorite brownie balls,]

I sparkled through the message Aisyah sent. Ah Ai, you are my best friend. Reading Aisyah made a brownie sponge without a second thought I immediately headed to her house. Brownies made by Aisyah are always champions. And that includes one of my favorite meals.

[Okay, otw!] send.

I put the device back in the bag. Then I brought the car back to Aisyah's house.

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"Assalamualaikum," I said when I arrived in front of Aisyah's house.

"Waalaikumsalam," came the answer from within. "Come on Ri" said Aisyah when she opened the door for me.

I immediately entered Radit's house and Aisyah's house. I admit Aisyah as a wife is so perfect. Besides being beautiful, she is also smart. Care for husband, child and home. Evidently, Aisyah's house is so beautiful.

"Zahra where's Ai?" I asked Zahra. Because I didn't see the existence of that cute boy.

"Again brought the same grandmother and grandfather Ri. Regular sightseeing," replied Aisyah as she put down her drinks and brownies.

"Well, Om Har and Aunt Sum are here?" many enthusiast. Om Hardian and Aunt Sumi are Ayesha's parents.

"Yes. Ordinary Abi kangen with her granddaughter. Just yesterday they came,"

"I miss them. Wait for them to come home ah. I haven't seen you in a long time either,"

"Can. Just don't nginep anyway," replied Aisyah while picking her homemade cake. While I was just throbbing hearing Aisyah's answer.

The fragrant aroma of Aisyah's brownies has tempted my faith. Without lingering, I immediately took one piece of brownies and devoured it. Subhanallah, brownies made by Aisyah are always champions.

"Masha God, your brownies never fail Ai. Always pamper the tongue" I said as I continued to chew on the brwonies.

"Alhamdulillah" answered Aisha. "Eat a lot. Then come home with a baking sheet for you and Adam, too" continued Aisyah.

"Ready kanjeng ndoro," I replied while plucking another piece of brownies.

After spending nearly 5 pieces of brownies, I finally got my stomach full as well.

"How are you preparing for Ri's wedding?" ask Aisyah to me. Fortunately, he asked after I was full, otherwise this delicious brownie would be bland.

"I'm not sure I'm going to continue this wedding, Ai" I replied softly.

I finally told Aisyah about the incident in the office without any less. Several times I heard heavy breathing from Aisyah.

"Sense out Wijaya, listen to me. All relationships have their tests. That's certain. But you can't just conclude. You don't know when the tape was taken. Or it could be just an edit. Especially now that the era has become more sophisticated," said Aisyah after hearing my story.

"I make sure it's not an edit of Ai. I don't know when the tape was taken. If it has been a long time and the position of Mas Darto is still Santi's husband, it still feels sick," I said. "I've tried to accept everything. Forgetting the disappointment when Mas Darto was just being honest with me about his status when we got engaged. But for this one, I feel very disappointed. What if indeed until now in the heart of Mas Darto still embedded Santi's name. No one knows the feeling, right?" continued again.

"Yes, you're right. The feelings of someone no one knows. But you can't conclude unilaterally if you haven't heard the other party's explanation. Be open and mature, Dance. Indeed, in this world not everything goes our way" Aisyah advised me. "Try talking to a cold head. Listen to Mas Darto's explanation. Maybe he had a reason why he used to say that. Don't be childish. Try to solve the problem with a calm heart,"

"But Ai, I'm just scared. Afraid that what I want is not what I want. I just don't want to get hurt a second time. I don't want to add to this heart wound" I said softly.

"I told you Ri. Not everything in this world goes our way. But isn't it better to try to think positively? My advice, talk about this problem with Mas Darto, find a solution together. If you haven't found a bright spot. Pray is istikharah. Ask Allah for the best guidance and path" Aisha replied.

I also do not mention Aisha's words. That's right what Aisha said. I should have listened to Mas Darto's explanation as well. Not only heard from Santi, whose incident was intended to destroy my relationship with Mas Darto.

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Ddrrtts

Back my gait rang, Mas Darto called me back. I don't know how many calls from him I didn't respond to. I last saw there were almost 25 messages and 15 missed calls from Mas Darto.

"Thank God. Talk with Mas Darto well," said Aisyah.

I also nodded. Lifting a phone from Mas Darto even though the heart is still painful.

"Hello, assalamualaikum," I said after my phone call.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Oh my God, where have you been. Mas from earlier nelfon same WA you why not in the same lift bales anyway," heard Mas Darto's nagging across there.

"I need to talk to you, Mom. Meet me at Radit's compound park. Don't ask too many questions. Just come straight. I'll wait for you there,"

"But Yang..."

"Assalamualaikum," Mas Darto had not yet continued his words, I had cut first and gave my greetings. After not waiting for Mas Darto's reply, I immediately closed the call.

"Remember, speak with a cool head and heart. Listen to all the explanations of Mas Darto. You should hear from the other side as well, remember. You are an adult and have ever lived a household. So, I hope you can solve this matter wisely," Aisyah reminded me again.

"Alright Ai. Then excuse me. I'll wait for Mas Darto at the park. Give my best wishes to Zahra, Radit and your parents. Insha Allah, if your parents are still here for a long time, I will visit again here," I said.

"definitely. I'll send your longing greetings to them. If there are no more transverse arals, we will be present at your wedding, "Aisyah replied.

I also just responded with a smile. I am still worried and doubtful. I still don't know how my relationship will be. I said my regards to Aisyah and then left her house.

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Sitting on one of the benches in the park, I looked straight ahead. Waiting for Mas Darto to come to talk and find solutions together.

My view now moves to the other side. And I accidentally caught sight of the scene in front of me. How not, I am very envious to see a couple who are quite far away where I sit.

Couples who are no longer young, maybe the age of both is almost the same as Dad. I was overwhelmed when I saw the husband so tenderly treating his wife. After those who are no longer young, they can still keep the Love they build.

I used to wish I could build a house like them. They age together until death separates them. Just like the story of Love of Father and Mother. They separated because death first came to pick up Mother.

But hope is hope. As powerful as I can plan, but still God determines. The marriage that I dream of will last until aging in fact must run aground because of the third person.

Now when the heartache of the past can almost be healed because of the presence of Mas Darto, will the incident be the same as Dimas? Will I ever again feel betrayed and destroyed by a third person?

O Allah, truly, I only want to build a wise household, mawaddah, warahmah. I can't bear to be hurt a second time. Really, my heart is fragile.

I don't want to pin excessive expectations on humans. Let me now give everything to the creator. I know God will choose the best for me.

Seriate...