SOULMATES

Contrition

I went with my mother and sister to my brother's house, visited him because he had just given birth. Aunt gave birth when my mother was in the hospital too. I was just getting to meet now.

Coming home from my brother's house I went to see my neighbor's baby,

"I'm sorry Zara just got to see her now."

"It's okay thanks a lot. "

"Sama-sama mom. "

"Where is the same space? "

"Why do you know? " strange, even though I never told Dina about Rangga. I just met you right now with Miss Dina.

"He. he. I followed your novel Zara. "

"Did you read it too?"

"Yes, you're great Zara passed all your own tests. "

"There is a God who always helps Zara. "

"Oh yes is not Rangga tuh his sister Syifa yes, the owner of the Wholesale Shop?"

"Ga tau ma'am, A Rangga says he's still his sodara."

"Yes, if it's mom."

"Ha. .ha. .ga tau bu Zara, setau Zara is a Rangga work there anyway."

"Still smooth communication, oh mother kepo ya Zara" said Ms. Dina with a laugh.

"Ga is too much mom, most just met just shopping, rarely shopping too, do you like in the anter the om here the groceries."

"Oh yeah, I like to see that in the car, too."

"Yes ma'am, because Zara has no car, a Rangga said no need to worry, goods can tell the om aja who nganter to the store."

"Maybe wait for Zara to grow her business first, then Rangga to go home, propose to Zara."

"Ha.ha. ga maybe A Rangga's mom has a boyfriend."

"What time?"

"Yes, so yesterday mom entered the ICU, so surprised to be considered really waiting for the iddah period to finish, do not know she already has a boyfriend."

"Are you?"

"Ga any life experience ma'am. Because Zara does not know how Rangga's background, continue to be closed also the person."

"Mysterious is yes."

"Surely, please do."

"Yes ma'am."

Zara and Rangga are indeed connected from the dream instructions of the prayer of istikharah. Zara tried time and time again to prove whether or not the instructions of the istikharah were true, perhaps true for life lessons, but misinterpreted to be a companion to life.

Because the first time that appeared in the dream was the voice of a Rangga. The one who said come home, I'm coming. Not face. And during the 3 months of the iddah period, Zara and Rangga only met once closely, good communication. When repairing the printer. If you meet at his store, it's just shopping, not discussing personal matters. Just like when I first looked for him to talk about car installments, Rangga passed by leaving me stuck in the car, he just said Sunday we'll talk at home. It didn't come until today.

But, the voice of his motivation that a Rangga gave through whats app messages, able to accompany my iddah period to completion, making me a better person, even leading me to migrate unintentionally. And I did all of that on the basis of the natural instinct that happened to me after meeting Rangga.

In my dream I saw a 2-story building. A Rangga said we fill the building together I will move from where I now belong to my brother.

The building was not a ready-to-use building, but an old, dark, moss-filled green building, without glass and doors there were no lights either. The old empty building needs renovation for us to fill the old building. Only the name of the store above looks very sturdy, in contrast to the condition of the building still needs renovation. I mean maybe there is still a lot to be improved in me and myself a Rangga personally to achieve a marriage either his marriage Zara with Rangga, or Zara with someone else, Rangga with Others, I don't know if only God knows. But on this journey I have felt a true Love so Beautiful, loving someone without demanding to have it. Let him be happy, I am happy too, she said, perhaps that is what is called the journey of finding true Love in the beauty of god's scenario.

After the iddah period passed I had another dream about a Rangga, I saw clearly his face. Until I proved the truth of the dream, I met him in the storeroom. Finally Zara and Rangga chatted. A Rangga gave me two choices between shop and car. I finally picked a shop and let go of the car. Whatever A Rangga says to me is good for me, even if it hurts sometimes. Therefore I can never hate her, even though she does not love me, it's okay. But I will always love her without expecting anything in return from her. At the end of my meeting with her at the warehouse, A Rangga said later we will talk again at Zara's house. Now you rest first. Until now Rangga never came.

After my mother came home from the hospital. I asked A Rangga when to see my mother. A Rangga replied while staring into the street that time. God willing, I will not be busy at home. Maybe this is what makes the state of the Never ending story. Like there is still something I wait for even though the results I never know. It's okay that only God knows what my destiny is like.

The important thing is that I now live my days as best I can, continue to improve myself. develop my efforts, the rest of it leave to God, the almighty, the all-reversing of the human heart, all things willed on this earth.

Last night I had a dream, there was a party that was attended by many people in my house, I was dressed up by my sodara, in my own room. I saw a Rangga was busy in my kitchen, cooking, Strange yes kok a Rangga cooking in my house. After I finished making up I met her in my kitchen.

"A Rangga again what? "

Smiling, A Rangga said.

"I'm cooking for all the guests. "

"Waww is a lot. "

I saw a lot of food that he had cooked by himself without the help of anyone else.

"Well, when it's over, we go for a walk" with a smile.

"Where? " Zara asked.

"Somewhere beautiful, I'll show you you like it. "

"Ok. "I smiled happily and went back to my room.

Not long after I went out looking for a Rangga. I saw a Rangga standing at the fence of my house was looking at my shop that rame once its buyers to go out-out.

"A Rangga. "I called her from the door of my house.

He turned to look at my face and smiled.

The background of his house, my house now, the state of his shop is my shop now. A Rangga's appearance is exactly the appearance of a Rangga now wearing a white T-shirt black pants. Her gondrong hair was not tied but neat.

I woke up from my sleep. I could no longer interpret the dream, I was afraid of being wrong again. Maybe it was just a dream.