Starting From Grey
Because He Is Dilan
Because he is Dylan.
And
Because I'm Dilan.
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The day is always accompanied by the sun, with a million particles of light propagating and shining.
This afternoon Dilan sat in the living room of the Mutia family residence alone and was busy with his smartphone. He occasionally typed occasionally clucking.
"Assalamualaikum," said Mutia entering the house.
"Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullahi Westarrokatuh," replied Dilan, looking up at the door where Mutia was standing and carrying her shoes and briefcase.
"Dlo, there's Dilan's sister" said Mutia, putting her shoes near the sofa and putting her bag on the sofa. While his body he put it on the sofa as well.
"Who from earlier?" mutia asked, Dilan just nodded her ass.
"Sister, is Dilan in trouble?" mutia asked slowly, not intending to interfere in people's affairs just that Mutia was close to Dilan so she knew that Dilan's face was now in a state of anxiety.
"Ordinary matter," replied Dilan indifferently. See, here's Dilan. Always shutting herself down, she is hard to share with others.
"You got an invitation to the wedding, Mirza?" ask Dylan at last.
''He got it, why?"
"Depart together yuk," asked Dilan while grinning.
"O Allah, Kirain Kak Dilan has a problem. Turns out it's just a problem with the condition." Mutia said with a sneer, she was quite happy when else she had the chance to ridicule a Dilan.
"Yes, who said a problem. You are the one who drew the conclusion." Dilan said casually, put the phone on the table then leaned her body against the sofa.
"Yes, you know." Mutia replied with a joke. "Eat him brother quarry marriage, inget age." Mutia said casually, without him realizing he had already dug a hole for himself.
"Haw? You're talking marriage? Ngaca woe, is that married?"
Dubrak, Mutia instantly realized his words, she sighed.
"At least I still have a fondness for the condition," Mutia said in self-defense.
"With the results of the loan are proud," said Dilan. Mutia glared towards Dilan not liking.
"Sister, when do you want to get married? Poor tau aunty Mia same o Wali pingin nimang granddaughter of brother Dilan." Mutia said seriously. Dilan sighed then threw away his face.
"My soul mate's still borrowed people haven't flipped over yet." Mutia looked at Dilan with eyes as if saying 'you are kidding me'.
Dilan chuckled at the expression on Mutia's face. "Emang brother Dilan ever borrow a soul mate huh?" recriminate Mutia, because Mutia who holds the principle of good people will mate with good people and vice versa.
Dilan shook his head then sat up straight, looking for a comfortable sitting position.
"I'm not a good person, but you know I have strong principles in life. There's no dating in the vocabulary stored in my brain." Mutia nodded, she had known Dilan for not a single moment she saw the closeness of a girl, even since graduating from Dilan High School did not want to touch a girl.
Still remember Mutia with a horror expression Dilan when the guy fell from the Motorcycle because the unstable motor gas was washed out. And inadvertently there are neighbors Dilan girls want to help Dilan stand but forbidden by Dilan.
"Don't touch me, all I can touch is my mahrom and my wife. The other hand is not worthy." Mutia looked in disbelief at the man and woman who were standing not far from her. From there he knew that Dilan was a principle holder.
"Dla, if you never miss a soul mate, why does Brother Dilan assume that the soul mate Kak Dilan borrowed people?" Mutia did not accept Dilan's words.
"And I'm good, so I'm borrowed anyway." Dilan said in a joking tone to make Mutia anxious, if only nearby there was a stick or anything that could make Mutia hit Dilan's head.
"Sometimes we don't borrow anything from others, but sometimes our goods are borrowed not by others." Dilan said seriously, she turned her head towards Mutia asking for an opinion.
"Yes, but that's a cooking mate. Wouldn't a good man be paired with a good man? Allah promises in the Qur'an." Mutia still did not accept.
"Yes, that's right. But who knows a soul mate? Look at the story of Muhammad, first married to Khodijah who was a widow. The secret of a soul mate no one knows. The person that others borrow doesn't mean he's bad. Sometimes we have to fall and get hurt first so we realize that falling and getting hurt is painful." Mutia nodded in agreement, although in her heart she always believed that, if we take care of ourselves then our soul mate is also guarding themselves. Because according to his knowledge, the soul mate is a reflection of ourselves.
But he also can not deny now, that the soul mate is a secret that can not be changed by a written destiny. For the soul mate, fortune and death are the absolute rights of God, the Secret of the Maker of Life.
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Mutia stepped into the kitchen, there was already Alya.
"Their address, Al." Mutia opened the refrigerator while taking out the pieces of fruit that she had stored this morning.
"Waalaikumsalam," Alya answered while carrying the strawberry juice he made.
The two brothers were sitting on the dining table chair, Alya noticed the movements of the brother. Mutia was initially indifferent but long ago she was uneasy as well.
"Sepi yes," Mutia said opening her voice.
"Yes, the twins don't exist. So no one's home ramein." Alya said faithfully observing the movements of her brother.
"Why the hell are you?" tanya Mutia could not stand the behavior of her sister.
"If you pay attention, brother and sister Dilan suitable loh. There are similar." Alya said with a smile, making Mutia choke.
Alya immediately took a drink of water in front of her and gave it to her brother.
"O Allah, slow down." Alya patted Mutia's back slowly. Mutia was still coughing, as she felt that there was fluid going into the respiratory cavity.
"Thank you, thank you." Alya sat down again, then laughed a little to see the brother was wrong.
"Why?" mutia asked while easing the throat that felt uncomfortable.
"Sir, brother Dilan and sister Mutia have the same reflexes when I discuss this.'
"Have you ever talked about this with Dilan?" mutia asked in disbelief. He just shook his head, it was dramatic.
"Yes, and without answering because Dilan's brother immediately choked."
"O Allah, Alya," said Mutia amusedly.
"But seriously, brother," said Alya he took a straight seat. "Why did you avoid marriage?'' Mutia drank the water that Alya gave her and then put her glass on the table while looking at her sister.
"I do not avoid, it's just that maybe a God-given soul mate has not yet come." Mutia said firmly and straightforwardly. Right no? If he avoids, it means that he continues to resist Mutia. But all this time only known aja not until the application phase.
"Where, what does that mean?"
"Will it be accepted?" alya asked with a jail.
"Yes hanging," Mutia replied casually, she purposely hung up her words.
"Depends on what, brother?''
"Yes according to the criteria is not so," Mutia answered casually and then put the pieces of fruit into the hole of the container of chew on his body.
"What kind of sister criteria? Who knew Al could find a match for the people Al knew." Mutia leaned her body and gave the code towards the sister to get closer, after the close distance with Alya, she whispered. "Repo."
Alya straightened her body then glared in disbelief with the childish attitude of the brother. "Sister Mutia," Alya said with a stifled tone while Mutia only chuckled cheerfully.
"I'm serious Brother." Alya said in a sulking tone.
"I'm also serious" Mutia said in response to the younger sister.
"That's it, Mutia's sister." Mutia allowed her to sit down then pressed her two elbows onto the table and placed both her hands on her chin as a refutation of her face.
"Why indeed? You have a candidate and are afraid not to be condoned for stepping over brother?" Alya glared in disbelief at the perception that came out from the sweet lips of the brother.
"So, no, I'm still in college. Still want to denounce a lot of science and taste the world of careers." Alya expressed her opinion, there was a bright twinkle when Mutia looked at the face of the sister. He recalled the words Irvan, a classmate at High School, said about a dream. It is true said Irvan, that we are only trying to achieve dreams and God determines them.
"Berkarier with the halal relationship is also no one to blame really." Alya just sneered at the sound coming out from the lips of the older brother.
"Alya hasn't thought yet." Mutia smiled at Alya's words. "If you are already a mate can not refuse. We don't know what's going to happen in the future, but can you guess the time? Who knows, one hour later someone proposed to you and immediately married. How's hayo? And as Allah wills, you can only accept."
Alya glared with a face of shock and surprise that she could not hide. Mutia gave a small laugh looking at the silly expression of the sister. "Sister, that saying is prayer. So if you say the real dong." Mutia looked questioningly at the sister, she was surprised that her speech feeling was nothing wrong.
"Dla, is something wrong?" Mutia started to remember what she said. He thought from what he just said there was nothing wrong. Alya scowled in annoyance. "So, I didn't realize that Alya was married to that word."
Mutia smiled soothingly, she knew the restlessness of her sister. "You know Al. If the bachelor or girl every out of the house is always surrounded by shetan. Inversely with married people." Mutia explained to the younger brother. "I still don't want to get married."
"Al has it all written in Lauhimahfudz." Mutia moved from her seat and carried her carafe to the dishwasher. Mutia put her arm aside and then rinsed the bowl with running water before rubbing the foam that has been mixed with dish soap to the entire surface of the inner bowl then towards the outside. Then he rinsed until the foam disappeared. Mutia put down on the shelf and dried her wet hands with a cloth hanging near the refrigerator.
"So don't go upstairs, Al." Mutia said goodbye to Alya who was playing her smartphone where she had been sitting. Then Mutia stepped up the stairs towards her room.
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Life is a choice. If you have no choice, do not live. (Kru Kepo)
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The sky that is usually blue now becomes dark and gray. As nature begins to change roles, hot weather will slowly erode with the weather to come. Likewise with the destiny that has been addressed, even though the seasons change up to a thousand times will not be able to change the destiny that has been set by Him. Love may come from a sense of habit, but the word faithful will only be able to stick because of strength rather than love.
Abi, the well-dressed adult man sat alone. Now he is in a cafe owned by Bagas. He has an appointment with his best friend.
Abi again sipped his warm chocolate, occasionally looking out peeking at the natural events that are behind the glass.
"You intend to add, Sir?" ask one of the waiters who was standing near his desk.
Abi turned his head then he looked up at the figure of the adult girl who was now standing politely. The girl was riding a ponytail with an apron attached to her body, maybe next time she should suggest to Bagas to give a brackets for her employee uniform. "No thanks." Abi looked back at the glass.
"You've had two hours sitting down and only ordered one cup of chocolate." Abi is still ready for his position. "Via, don't look for anything. Go." the girl named Via just sneered but didn't move.
"It is only fitting that you do not practice, your behavior is fierce to people.'' Via begins to assess Abi's treatment. "If I don't sell, I can drag you to KUA. It's easy."
"I'll run before you drag it to KUA." Abi chuckled at the sharp reply from the Bagas employees.
"Who's going to KUA?" asked Dilan who was standing near the table, Abi just turned his head for a moment and then threw his face away. "Who?" asked Dilan again, but this time he turned his head towards Via.
"A weathered bachelor who did not practice, had threatened to drag me to KUA if he did not get married immediately." Via replied with a face made as dark as possible, so that the new guy who came was pity and smooth the acting he had prepared.
"That's it, go waiter." Abi said furiously, provoking Dilan's suspicion. Dilan knew very well with Abi's attitude, he did not mean to throw the servant away, but what stuck was that Abi never acted as smooth as it was to others let alone women. Until negative thoughts begin to overshadow him.
Via, the servant had already left the two companions. "Bi, have you changed your feelings?" Dilan stared fixedly at Abi's face. He wanted to judge directly from the look in his best friend's eyes.
"Time goes by quickly, and every second of it changes everything. So do you think these feelings can't change?" Abi looked at his best friend seriously. Dilan nodded in understanding of that remark. Enough, maybe those gray carvings are enough.
"What's left? It's all been a memory, isn't it? What passes will remain in the past. And what I need right now is the one in front. And it looks like I have to take responsibility for all the actions right away. I've hung it too long." Dilan looked at Abi with compassion. He knows the burden his best friend has.
"If I take your responsibility for anandhi, how?" ask Dilan firmly. Abi who was originally staring at the sky behind the glass immediately stared intently at Dilan. He had not expected Dilan to be this determined for his sake. Yes, for her sake, which Abi also loves.
"You can't, you know there's no shortage of Anandhi." Abi said in a disdainful tone, it was not purely an understatement that he just wanted to make his best friend step back and retract his offer.
"You know, I'm Dilan. As long as I try, failure is not an obstacle." Dilan said firmly.
"I know you are Dilan. Therefore I don't want Dilan to sacrifice for me, any more." Abi replied to Dilan's words firmly. Dilan just clucked no like. "I'm grateful you took care of her for me. So I don't want you to sacrifice for me anymore. It's enough don't make me any more useless." Dilan just snorted and then threw away his face.
"Then give Adi blessing to marry Anandhi," said Dilan turned his head firmly. Abi immediately glared at Dilan's unceremonious frontal cry.
"I can't" said Abi quietly.
"You can't open it, but you won't." Dilan was surprised by his best friend, in being too protective with his sister until the age of his sister who was getting older.
"You don't know Adi's relationship, you don't know Adi's past." Dilan stared intently at Abi, he did not expect a friend who he considered very good and so the role model could be as petty as that judging people. Yes, he did not approve of his sister just because of the association of street children that Adi did in the past.
"Bi, everyone can change. I gave you two choices." Abi shook his head, he was already thinking carefully about all this, he couldn't accept I don't know what the real reason was.
"Well, you want me to bear Anandhi or you give Adi and Anandhi's blessing to marry." Dilan stared intently at Abi, annoyed that Abi was throwing his face away. Abi took a voracious breath and then let it out impatiently.
"Don't corner me, please." Abi said slowly, he was neutralizing his emotions. Dilan smiled meaningfully, she had an even more cunning idea to unite Adi and Anandhi. But if this method is not also accepted forced him to live it, there is no harm.
"Alright I won't corner you." Dilan leaned back leisurely. "I or Hasan will propose and marry Mutia." Abi looked up at him with two eyes as if he was almost out, he was very surprised by the final words from his best friend.
"You can't do that," Abi said with a huff, a slanted smile imprinted on Dilan's lips, a smile full of threats. Predator expression when face-to-face with their prey.
"I can, because I'm Dilan. Don't forget that." Dilan said firmly and triumphantly.
"He won't, '" Abi said, trying to convince himself. Because even in his heart he was not sure, what he could believe if all this time he did not know the feelings that the girl had.
"He'll agree, because yesterday I discussed this matter with him. If anyone proposes to her any time soon she'll approve the proposal." Dilan smiled triumphantly over the excitement that was in Abi's mind. Dilan knows that, his best friend sometimes needs to be pressured so that he can make a decision.
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