Short Story (Cerpen)

The Four Most Beautiful Words (Part 3)

Category: Love Story

Title: The Four Most Beautiful Words (Part 3)

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When she got to her doorstep, the girl stopped her steps. Eyes warming. With tears constantly flowing the girl ran without direction. Eventually, he arrived at a park. There he was crying loudly. Understandably the park is quiet, so he is free to express his sadness.

'Why is it always sister Naura! Why is it always sister Naura right?! Why is Naura always so proud? Anisa also wants to be proud. Hiks hyks'

'It turns out that Jutek Fairy can cry too yah'

'You're! Why the hell are you always following me'

'Who followed you, I accidentally passed through here, and I kept seeing you here. Yeah, I'm here, too'

'Oh yes, a handkerchief. Make your tears erased' Bisma gave her handkerchief to Anisa.

'Still' Anisa received Bhishma's handkerchief and wiped her tears.

'You why cry?' Ask Bhishma who is now sitting next to Anisa.

'If I envy my own brother wrong?'

'I don't, I also often envy my brother. Why are you?'

'My brother is Naura, Naura Hendrawan' Bisma nodded.

'How common are you?'

'I already know that you're Naura's sister'

'Know where?'

'Beautiful kok senile, yesterday time on the hill you call Naura with the name of brother'

'So, why don't you tell me about you that I'm Naura's sister?'

'Because I know, you don't want people to know you're Naura's sister'

'I'm afraid, if the kids at school want to learn the same I'm just because I'm his sister's a famous artist'

'But, I want to meet you, not because of your brother'

'Yes it's you, but if the others?'

'What is it that makes you envious of your brother?'

'I envy Naura, she can have many friends, she is always proud of her. And many love him. While me? I have no friends, I'm always wrong in my eyes, I feel alone in this world'

'Anisa, you don't have to envy your sister. You can also be like your brother, it just takes time. After all, God created man with his own advantages'

'From my childhood, Papah, I had the same rich hobby Papah, painting. But mamah forbid me to be a painter like papah. Mamah wants me to be an artist like Naura's sister'

'Why do you want to be a painter? The artist and painter are both artists'

'I don't know, too, every time I ask why? Mamah always answered that being a painter does not guarantee our lives'

'But not the artist nor will it guarantee our lives'

'Entah'

'Pantes aja, I noticed every time you finish painting you always leave his painting tools and paintings'

'You like to watch me?'

'Hehehe. I was amazed by your painting. Your painting is great'

'Passionate'

'I still imbue all your paintings and painting tools, you know'

'Oh yeah?'

'Yes, I like the same painting of you whose picture is of a little boy with his father again holding hands'

'Huh?! Seinget me, that's the painting I painted 2 years ago'

'Yes, actually I have seen you on the hill and in the park since 2 years ago. But I'm ashamed to kill you. And I've been brave lately'

'So the story goes, you're a secret fan of mine'

'Yes, you could say that'

'Please ya'

'For?'

'To this day, for the school's treat, for his handkerchief and lastly thank you for keeping all my paintings and tools'

'Hahaha. woles times, Nis'

'Udah afternoon, I'll go home first, bus. Once again thanks'

'I take ya?'

'No need, Bus. My house is not far from here'

'Oh yeah, be careful'

'Yes'

Anisa took her foot out of the garden. His smile continued to expand, for some reason his heart felt so happy. His sadness seemed to disappear in the afternoon wind.

'Anisa where are you? If school hours are over, you should go home! Remember that! Another week filming will begin'

'Yes, Mah. Anisa. Then Anisa just went to the park'

'You paint again?'

'No, Mah. Anisa never painted again'

'good. But, if Mamah finds out you're painting again, you won't let Mamahin out of the house except for filming' Anisa nodded.

'Yes already, now you shower keep eating. Mom wait in the dining room'

'Yes, Mah'

With gontai steps Anisa climbed one by one stairs that connect between the lower and upper floors. Upon reaching her room, Anisa threw her body on the bed. Let go of all the tiredness that feels. He looked at the ceiling of his house in red, his favorite color. Suddenly, he remembered the face of Bhishma.

'Ah! Kok Bisma. Don't-don't…? No! Can't! I just met Bisma. Anisa, stop thinking about her!!'

'Mending a shower, ' deh'

A month has passed. Anisa started taking some scenes for her first soap opera. His relationship with Bhishma is getting closer. Many even say that they have become lovers. Today, Bisma plans to express her feelings for Anisa. Bisma takes Anisa to a park.

'Anisa' Call Bhishma doubtfully.

'Yes, why?'

'I love you the same. Do you want to be my girlfriend?'

'Isn't this too fast'

'If you don't want to be papa'

'I. I can't'

'Yes, no papa'

'I'm not done talking about it yet'

'I can't hurt you, I love you'

'So…?' Anisa nodded.

'Yeeeeee!!!' Shouted the bisma that made all pairs of eyes fixed on him.

'The guesthouse!! Embarrassed ah' Bhishma just chuckled softly, she did not realize that all the visitors were looking towards her.

'Bis, I came home first yes, I have a shoot today'

'Filming? Didn't you just shoot yesterday? Until morning again? What if you get sick?'

'I don't want to abuse mamah'

'I inter'

'No, I can take a taxi. Bye'

Anisa immediately left the park, then stopped a taxi. Along the way he kept watching the watch he was wearing. After arriving, Anisa immediately ran towards the set. Seen some crew who have stayed since. A middle-aged woman approached him.

'Where have you been?!' Ask the woman in a high tone.

'Sorry, Anisa had a little business at school'

'Yes, yes, change quickly! All the crew have been waiting for you from earlier' Anisa nodded and immediately changed clothes.

Many times Anisa made mistakes. Dozens of words 'Cut' have been thrown by the director. Until nightfall, but filming wasn't finished. There are still 10 scenes that Anisa has not done. Sometimes Anisa makes a small sigh. He held his empty stomach. Because since he came home from school, not a single mouthful of rice entered his stomach. No one noticed Anisa's lethargic face. All are busy with their respective work, including Miss Natasya who is busy with the producer talking about Anisa's honor.

The clock shows at 3 a.m. The director stopped filming today. 'Finally my suffering is finished' Anisa muttered. Anisa immediately wakes Natasya, who is asleep in the car. After waking up, Ms. Natasya drove her car home. It did not take long, now Anisa and Miss Natasya have arrived at her house. Without a warning Anisa went straight to her room, throwing her body on the mattress. Moments later, Anisa has been in her dreamland.

This morning, Anisa looked lethargic. With a somewhat pale face, he passed through every hallway of his school. Upon reaching her seat, Anisa immediately took off her bag and drowned her head between her hands. His head felt very dizzy, his stomach was like being pierced by thousands of needles.

'Anisa, answered dong, Nis. You're not papa, are you?' Ask the girl again. With a pale face Anisa shook her head. Now it is clear Anisa's face is pale, her lips whitened. His hands were very cold, his eye bags blackened. With a swift hand the girl held Anisa's forehead.

'Geez, your body is so hot, we go to the UKS now huh'

'No papa, Fan'

'No papa how! Look at your face! Very pale, Nis!' Angry Fani.

'Anyway now we have to go to the UKS, no buts'

Fani takes Anisa to the UKS room. Anisa had just walked a step, but she had already fainted. Bhishma, who saw the incident, immediately lifted Anisa's body and took her to the UKS. The nurse on guard in the UKS checked on Anisa.

'Where, Mom?'

'No papa really. He's just soy sauce, and it seems like since yesterday his stomach hasn't been filled with rice in the least. Is he having a problem?'

'No, Ma'am'

'All right, then I'm out first'

'Thank you, Ma'am'

A few moments later, Anisa woke up. The bisma helps Anisa to sit down.

'I where?'

'You're in the UKS. It's tea first' Anisa drank the warm tea.

'What's true from yesterday you haven't eaten' Anisa fell silent.

'Yes, if you don't answer. Importantly, now that you are eating, let me who bribe' Bhishma begin to feed Anisa.

'There will be a national painting competition. You come yes, Nis' said Bisma, on the sidelines of her activities to feed Anisa.

'I don't want to'

'Why? Isn't that your dream? Become a famous painter?'

'Yes, but I'm afraid you're angry'

'You can enter the race without your knowledge. I'm sure, if your mama knows you won he's proud of you and automatically mamah you'll ngizinin you become a painter like your Papah'

'But if I don't win?'

'Optimis dong! Pessimistic fairy period anyway?'

'Okay, I tried'

Unbeknownst to Ms. Natasya, Anisa took part in a national painting competition that will be held in two weeks. Anisa began to actively train her hands in painting. Every spare time Anisa always took her time to practice on the hill. Until finally, the long-awaited day came. Naura asks Ms. Natasya for permission to go to her management house with Anisa. Because if Naura told the truth, Ms. Natasya would not allow Anisa and him to leave. From the beginning, Naura already knew, that Anisa would follow this race. Before going to the race place Anisa and Naura stopped by the painting shop, to buy some painting tools that Anisa needed later.

When she gets to the race venue, Anisa starts to become pessimistic. All of those who were here were people who were extremely proficient in the art of painting. Naura held onto her sister's shoulder and clenched her hand, intending to encourage Anisa.

The clock has shown at 9 am, indicating the race is starting soon. All the participants were ready in their respective positions including Anisa. While Naura, Bisma, Fani and Dika wait for him outside the building. Because all that is allowed to enter the building are participants and judges. Two hours passed, many participants began to finish. There were only a few people left in the building. However, it did not affect Anisa, she still remained calm and remained focused on her painting. After all, the remaining time was still an hour.

The bell rang, echoing all over the corner of the building. All the participants stopped their activities and started scattering out. Anisa walks towards Naura, Bisma, Fani and Dika who are waiting for her in front of the building.

'How?' Ask Naura.

'Yes that's it'

'Anisa, I didn't say, 'If you're Naura' said Dicky.

'Hust! Don't be hard, later if everyone knows I'm here, my disguise could fail'

'Hehehe, sorry'

'Oh yeah, when's the announcement, Nis?' Ask Fani.

'A little while now'

This is a thrilling time for painting contest participants. As well as Anisa, her heart was pounding faster than usual. Cold sweat came out from his forehead and hands. Naura who realized her sister was shaking violently, immediately gave her spirit.

'Well, the winner in the National Painting Competition fell to.' Anisa's heart was racing.

'Anisa Hendrawan' Shouted the host.

'Anisa you won, Nis' Naura said.

'Congratulations, Fairy Jutek'

'Congratulations, Anisa' Fani and Dika said together.

'Well that dong' Reply Naura.

'Yes, we have come home yuk' Invite Fani.

'Oh yeah, I'm the same when I'm not involved, yes, there's basketball practice for tomorrow's race'

'No papa' Anisa replied.

'Yes, Bye' said Dika.

Naura immediately drove her car home. Along the way Anisa, Fani and Naura joke. Now they have reached the house of Anisa and Naura. When he arrived at the living room, it was seen that Ms. Natasya was waiting for them. With a sharp look, Miss Natasya approached them.

'Well, Anisa won!' Shouted Anisa. It wasn't a hug Anisa got. In fact a loud slap landed on Anisa's right cheek.

'Mom, why did Mom slap, Anisa?'

'How many times did you say, never paint! You are a child who does not know yourself! Never make Mom proud!'

'Yes! Anisa is a child who does not know herself! Anisa can never make you proud! Everything Anisa did was always wrong in Mama's eyes. And Brother Naura? Sister Naura has always been a proud Mamah in front of her friends, always right in Mamah's eyes! Anisa also wants to be proud. Let Anisa Choose Anisa's own Way of Life, Mah. Let Anisa make Mamah proud in her own way' Anisa said Anisa took out all her uneg-uneg, with tears continuing to flow.

'Anise! Now you go into your room! You're a legal mom, you can't leave the house except for filming! And you're Anisa's friend, don't ever come here again!'

'Evil friend! You never know how Anisa feels!' Anisa runs towards her room and Fani comes out of Anisa's house.

'Anise! Now Mamah is satisfied, see Anisa rich gini?'

'You want Mamah Anisa's rich law'

'Does Mamah know? Every day Anisa is willing to be hot, cold Just for filming! He was not even willing to eat before filming was over! Do you know too! If Anisa's willing to throw away all her painting tools! That's all Anisa did, as much as Mamah wanted to love her, so that Mamah would be proud of her! Butwhat? Mamah was always angry with Anisa, Mamah had always been Anisa like a doll!. Now it's up to Mamah, Naura has run out of sense, so Mamah can understand!'

ms Natasya's tongue was stiff. His heart ached like it was pierced by a very sharp sword. His eyes felt extremely hot, and his hands trembled uncontrollably. Ms. Natasya was sitting limp on the sofa, Naura and Anisa's words were still ringing in her ears and mind.

Tok tok tok tok

'Anisa, it's Mamah. Mama wants to talk to you'

'Why do you want to do it again, Mamah is not satisfied to look Anisa? Mamah is not satisfied Maki Anisa?'

'No dear! Mamah wanted to ask for Mamah's treatment earlier. Permit Mamah to enter'

Finally, after being persuaded, Anisa opened the door for her Mom. Anisa was sitting on the lip of her bed, while Miss Natasya was sitting next to her.

'Forgive Mama, Mama has made you hate Mama. Mamah always imposes the will of Mamah on you. Mom just realized, that you are depressed with all this. You are a painter, not without reason. You died with no small debt. Initially, Papah was indeed a famous painter, many flattered him. But, after the young painters had sprung up. Papah is starting to slide. Since then, our family economy has been tough. Papah was in debt everywhere and eventually Papah died of a heart attack. Mama doesn't want you to be like Papah'

'Why hasn't Mom ever told this story to Anisa?'

'You don't want to disappoint'

'Sorry Anisa, Mah. Anisa really doesn't know. Anisa promises, from now on Anisa will stop painting'

'No dear! You don't have to stop painting. Isn't that your goal?'

'But what makes Anisa a painter, if only for Mama sad'

'You are not sad! Mamah is even proud that you can achieve your ideals'

'Oh yeah, congratulations on winning. Mama is proud of you'

'What?! Anisa wasn't wrong, was she? Mama is proud of Anisa's'

'No, Honey. Mama is proud of you'

'Thank you, Mah. These were the Four Most Beautiful Words that Anisa had heard from Mamah' Anisa tightly embraced her Mamah body.

'Oh my God, how cruel am I, that my son was so happy to hear the words that I should have been so easy to say' Unwittingly, Ms. Natasha shed her tears. Anisa let go of her embrace.

'Why is Mamah crying?'

'No, Mom is okay'

'Don't lie to Anisa'

'No, Mom didn't lie, Anisa'

'Can't follow ya?'

'Can't! The one named Naura cannot follow!'

'Ih, Anisa's really bad'

'Wild, ble'

'Anise! Look out for you'

Naura ran towards Anisa. Then, tickle Anisa's slender waist. 'Hahaha' the laughter echoed in every corner of Anisa's room. That afternoon was the best afternoon for Anisa.

There are so many easy words to say to someone we love. And sometimes we don't realize that the word means so much to him. Like the word 'Mamah is proud of you', four words that mean a lot to Anisa. Not just for Anisa, but for every child in the world. The word is simple but means big to them.

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