RANIA 'God's Destiny Makes Me Cry In Pelaminan'

Semarang

Still august 2010.

That day our trip to Semarang arrived. And those were my last walks with Farhan before the wedding.

"Ramen, are you ready?" Via called me from the outside.

"In a moment, crazy this morning, how long is Semarang?" my many.

Because Via has been waking me up since dawn, and by 05:00 he's ready.

"Ora part yo, kene Semarang ki 2.5 - 3 hours, your house spout po?" ask her.

"Huh? Crazy 3 hours? I don't love what it feels like on a 3-hour bike." I said as I opened the door.

"No need to be in shadow, later in rasain aja, in yooo favors" he said as he entered my room when my door opened.

"Have all your supplies been in the backpack?" tanyakanya.

"Udah, Iwan dah dateng po? This buset is only 6 o'clock." I said.

"In the meantime, let's not have a hot patio on the road, so I guess we'll be there by 9" said Via.

There was a sound of the motor stopping at our boarding gate, and I knew very well that was the sound of Farhan's motorbike.

"Tuh, bless your heart" said Via.

"Why Vi, I deg-deg an early meet first, from yesterday when he suddenly appeared, today, it feels like I deg-deg an new kayak know that?" my many.

"Yes because it has begun to rarely meet, communication is rare, so awkward. Dah come out." said Via while pulling my hand.

"Are you ready for a long trip?" asked Farhan when he saw me.

"Hopefully, because said Via 3 hours, I don't like pegelnya on the 3-hour motor." I said.

"If you are tired of saying, we can stop for a moment of rest" he said with a smile.

And that smile, made my heart pound, really like the beginning of my acquaintance with her.

When Iwan arrived at the boarding house, we immediately left, because as Via said, let it not be too hot on the road.

About 1.5 hours drive, I asked Mas Farhan to pull over, I felt nauseous, because they drove the bike at a speed that is not approximately in my opinion, because the road is still quite quiet.

"Mas, can you please get me some eucalyptus oil in my bag?" I said while squatting because I felt so dizzy.

Mas Farhan also gave me eucalyptus oil. While applying the oil to the temple, I suddenly became nauseous and finally vomited. Mas Farhan gave me tissue and mineral water.

"Still strong? Want to rest first?" ask her.

I couldn't make a sound, my tongue was bitter, I just nodded my head.

"Leren sek wae yo, I'm afraid Rania fainted" said mas Iwan.

"Ho oh, take a break, get 15 minutes" continued Via.

"Sorry yes, I'm frail, even spending time? Sorry." I said to them.

"Halah Ran, we want to go for a walk, not want to pursue a deposit, so when we are free jane, just just before mengejer so that the road is still empty and not hot patio. If you have bad luck, the tour is hot" said mas Iwan.

"Ho oh, anyways we've got here, relax a little bit papa" said Via.

"Where is this?" much

"Ambarawa." replied Farhan.

"You want bread?" mas Farhan offered me bread.

"Will run his stomach, will vomit, will catch a cold" said mas Iwan.

"Later to vomit again." I said afraid to vomit again.

"No wes, we will melanin the way" said mas Iwan.

"Yes, it will be a bit slow, so you don't nausea anymore" said mas Farhan.

I also took the bread offered.

"Wherever we go, every time you bring food, this chocolate bread never stays. Favorite one?" I asked Farhan while eating his bread.

"Yes, I like it the same way." she replied with a smile.

"If I say it, people may say I'm overdoing it, but I would never buy and eat that bread again, if we weren't together, because it will remind me of all the sweetness every time I get sick or sick, and every trip we go." I said in my heart.

Finally we continued the journey, and this time the speed of the Farhan mas motor was slightly slowed down, so that I did not feel nauseous anymore. And all the way after the ambarawa, I leaned on his back because my head was really dizzy, and he held my hand, keeping me from falling.

Via and mas Iwan also capture some moments by taking pictures.

While I and Farhan continued to surround and see every room there while talking about some things.

"Today, don't discuss anything that can make you sad" said Mas Farhan.

"InshaaAllah, but if I may be honest, I am sad sometimes" I said, bowing.

"Why? I'm ugly, aren't I?" ask her while smiling.

"No, because I'm afraid that we won't be able to see you again after I graduate."

"Stop, I told you not to talk sad" he said with a smile and looked at me.

I stopped talking, I didn't know if there was anyone out there who could describe how I felt at the time, but if I could explain it, I didn't feel like talking at the time, because every time I wanted to make a sound, I immediately felt choked, my throat felt like I was being pressed, and my tears seemed to flow automatically, and if I saw his face, his smile, his smile, it felt like I wanted to run while pulling his hand, running as far as I could without letting go, running anywhere, to a place where there was no father and Bima, to a place where his people did not know us, and we can start all over from the beginning. But it just wanted me. Hopeful. And what I wish myself.

After being satisfied taking pictures Via and mas Iwan took us to the intersection of five and they re-captured it through photos.

"You want a photo?" ask Farhan to me.

I didn't answer, I just shook my head. It felt so scared, I didn't want to take a picture with him, because almost 98% I was sure that it would only be a memory that would drain tears again if I saw it.

"Mas, I walk alone for a while, just a minute, don't follow me." I asked.

"Where are you going?" ask her.

"That's it." I pointed to the grass in the field of five intersections.

"Okay, I'll wait here."

I don't care what they say to me, I just want to get rid of the tightness in my chest, since in lawang sewu I hold my cry, whatever they want to sneer at me, they can't help me, I just want to get it out. I also cried in silence. I'm sure Farhan's watching me from afar. Yes, it's okay, as long as he's not in front of me, and not seeing me as fragile as this, I don't want him to worry about me. Let me feel it for myself.

After I felt relieved, my hiccup was gone, I approached Farhan mas who was still standing at the original place, and it turned out that Via and mas Iwan were there.

"Well, is there Ran?" ask me Iwan.

"No papa, where are we going?" I forced my smile.

I saw Farhan looking at me, looking at my eyes, but I dared not look at him, my eyes pointing at Via. Even from the edge of my eyes, I can still see if his gaze is not off me.

"Don't cry in front of her again Rania, enough is enough, hold as much as you can, don't make her cry again. Quite a time and a last." I said in my heart.

Finally we continued our journey to the last destination, the Great Mosque of Central Java, which turned out to be so magnificent in my opinion. We deliberately arrived there when the time of dzuhur arrived, so we can all pray there.

Finish praying mas Iwan and Via invites up to the mosque tower. And I just found out that the tower can be climbed, and there's an elevator.

Arriving at the top of the tower I was amazed to see the city semarang spread wide, very beautiful, and it reminded me of the beginning of my meeting with the Farhan mas, wonosari star hill, saw Yogya at night, and it reminded me of the beginning of my meeting with the Farhan mas, wonosari star hill, saw Yogya at night, which stretched like a star in the sky, and now I see beauty from above, only what I see this time is Semarang. And I was afraid that it would be my last trip with Farhan.

"Good deck" said Mas Farhan surprised me who was contemplating my destiny and journey of love.

"Yes, so a year ago, we met and saw Yogya from above at night, and today we see Semarang from above during the day." I said.

"During the streets, which place was the most memorable?" ask her.

"All" I answered briefly with eyes still looking straight ahead, seeing the beauty of the city.

"Dek." Farhan called me.

"Yes, why mas?" my many.

And I was surprised to see her teary eyes, I was really shocked at that moment.

"So I asked you not to say sad things, but I couldn't hide it myself, if today was the last day of our meeting, I'm sorry for everything I've done, sorry if I might have been wrong, I'm just a very ordinary human being, sometimes I can make mistakes with others, especially you. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you much in convincing your father, I'm sorry that if I don't seem to be able to fight for you, sorry if my presence in your life just brings a lot of sadness, I'm sorry for everything yes deck" he said at length while holding back his tears from dripping.

And I can see that, I can feel that

I who had just heard and looked at her was actually no longer able to hold back my cries, but I could not make her even sadder.

"I'm also sorry for everything, sorry if I ever hurt you maybe without realizing it, sorry because my father once said that hurt you, sorry because I often worry you." my words stopped there.

I couldn't speak anymore, even swallowing was painful at the time. And simultaneously we turned our eyes away, choosing not to stare at each other anymore. Because it's gonna hurt even more.

"Any pain I feel right now, that's okay. Because I'm starting to believe that someday, many lessons I can take from this story, my prayers for you will never break up, because someday only with that I can take care of you from afar." I said softly in my heart.

Seriate..