Starting From Grey

Robustness Defense

That pain, the way God helps us to take away all our sins. And all our decisions remain, be patient or complain. (Kru Kepo)

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Mutia was restless in front of the book she was correcting, she remembered her conversation with the father last night. Mutia knew very well that everything related to Dilan would not be able to resist. What if his father turns out to accept the proposal of a fanatical man who met at Abi's house some time ago. Mutia was not willing, she would rather marry Dilan than that fanatical man. He really does not want to even just imagine.

"Miss," called Riana who for so many times, she was astonished since Mutia muttered no and occasionally shook her head.

"Miss," call Riana even harder.

"Yes, sorry." Mutia stammered as she woke up from her brain that was having an impromptu discussion.

"Miss is okay?" riana asked unconvinced, Mutia nodded then she pretended to refocus towards the children's workbook. Riana just shrugged her shoulders and then returned to struggling with her flat robot. Currently Riana is preparing a list of grades for the initial semester.

Mutia sighed, she planned on not wanting to take home the work, so she after hours returned corrected at school but it seemed like she was going to fail because she could not concentrate, so she was after hours correcting at school but it seemed like she was going to fail because she could not concentrate, it looks like he needs air and refreshing. Maybe by sleeping with his sister this afternoon can reduce the burden of his mind.

"Mom Riana hasn't come home yet?" tanya Mutia cleared her desk.

"Not Miss." Mutia nodded then she apologized and she was allowed to go home first because she felt her body was tired. And Riana who did not have the right to forbid even could only agree without preventing one bit.

Mutia stepped towards the parking lot of her motorbike, somehow her body felt so weak, her legs felt trembling and soft as if unable to support her body. Mutia immediately sat down on the paving. He was afraid that his body would collapse.

"What's wrong with me?" Mutia started to catch her breath, she felt the pulse on her neck throb faster and her chest was hot and trembling.

"Laachaula walakuwwata. Bismillah," said Mutia trying to get up from her seat but she seemed unable to even make her body fall down. Until the goal of his consciousness began to disappear and his body perfectly lay on the paving that still feels warm because this place was exposed to sunlight.

Risma, one of the creativity team who was just about to head to the parking lot shouted quite loudly.

"Oh my God," cried the woman, and immediately approached the stranded body of Mutia as if it had just been carried away by a stream.

"Miss," called Risma while patting Mutia on the cheek as she managed to put Mutia's head on her lap.

"Oh my God, please help." Risma shouted for help after several claps could not resuscitate Mutia. Mutia's face looked pale white, her lips were purplish and sweat as big as corn seeds adorned her forehead and nose.

Risma was getting worried, so she could not use her brain perfect show, she shouted until her voice was hoarse. but the location of the school is wide and the afternoon has made not many people in the school area. It makes it difficult to ask for help.

After tired of screaming, Risma was about to put Mutia's head on the paving and seek help. But compassion forbids his instincts.

"What should I do?" risma asked herself, the middle-aged woman took a deep breath then exhaled slowly. "Handphones."

After saying that one thing, Risma rummaged through the contents of her bag and searched for her phone. However, because of worry and anxiety, the bag that only measures 11×4×6 cm is only he has difficulty.

Gratitude indeed he had to say, because when looking for his phone that did not meet-meet it reads and displays the name of the person he will meet this afternoon.

"Hallo." Greet someone across.

"Na, the right-hand side of the bike is now. Please," said Risma once in a breath and instantly turned off the call she hoped her friend would appear soon.

Restlessly waiting while wiping the sweat that kept coming out of Mutia's body, she was terrified when she touched Mutia's cold face, as if there was not the slightest part that was fed by the warmth.

"Mutia, don't scare me," said Risma patting Mutia on the cheek and without feeling her tears melt. I don't know, Risma was crying because of what. But what is clear at this time is not able to prevent himself from crying.

"Risma," called out the voice that was behind his body.

"Na, please Na. He's my partner." Risma turned her head towards Nana her high school friend.

"Allahuakbar, Abi," cried Nana to her son who stood a few steps away from her.

Nana immediately crouched down and stroked the deathly pale face of Mutia, the face that seemed to glow was now dim. Tub like a fire that brings has been extinguished because it was watered by water. Abi stood beside her mother, then she was surprised by what she saw. An unconscious figure lay in the paving with his head in the lap of his mother's friend.

"The body's cold, Bi. His face was as pale as if there was no blood flowing." Nana said tremblingly, she felt regret that she had grumbled because of the attitude of her best friend who was considered impolite. It all seems because of this. With a swift Abi immediately lifted Mutia's body and ran towards her car.

"Let Mother drive, you're behind." Nana takes the car keys and lets her son sit in the back along with the girl. But Abi does not want to, he knows his mother is currently in a bad condition so it is also not good to drive.

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A promise is a debt that must be paid. Therefore, do not make promises if you cannot pay the debt. (Kru Kepo)

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My wounds are like splinters.

My wounds will dry up and be healed.

My wounds give vibes and forgiveness.

And my wounds will give way.

Dhimas sat quietly in one of the special rooms in my small but quite famous cafe from various circles. The cafe was served about 5 years ago with a very beautiful and amazing architecture.

Dhimas let out a long sigh, his mind drifting into many things. But one thing he believed in. The decision he made was the best decision he could give to his beloved daughter.

"Assalamualaikum," the young man greeted with a smile full of honor. Yes, the young man was so respectful of the middle-aged figure who was none other than Dhimas.

"Waalaikumsalam Warohmatullahi Westarrokatuh," replied Dhimas with a friendly smile, then two people of different ages shake hands and then engage in small talk.

"How's it going, Om?" ask Bagas politely.

"Okay, Alhamdulillah." Dhimas replied firmly while nodding. Bagas smiled kindly.

"I see his efforts have reached the top in time" Dhimas said meaningfully. Bagas knew the direction of the conversation.

"That's how it is, it's the last year according to the proposal. I'm sure it'll be facing soon." Bagas said firmly.

"I don't have much time to wait anymore" Dhimas said sternly.

"I'm sure there will be no more waiting," said Bagas also no less firm.

"I believe you" Dhimas said with a meaningful smile.

"Remember your promise, if you fail, you will be responsible for everything."

"Yes, I saw that."

"Has he faced first?" ask Bagas curiously.

"Not officially, it's just a coincidence." Dhimas sipped his black coffee, he loved black coffee at will drink coffee at least three times a day. Dhimas once said, 'drinking coffee is like pervading life. There is a sweet bitter taste and aroma that is sometimes valued and sometimes hated by everyone according to taste.'.

"How many months left?" ask Bagas again after a moment of silence. Dhimas put down his cup and smiled.

"Two months, according to the proposal." Dhimas plays the mouth of the cup with a soft caress.

"But the dependents haven't been removed, Om."

"I have nothing to do with it, have I not been kind. Ten years is not a short time to wait for success. A lot has happened and a lot of people are getting involved." Bagas was silent, he couldn't be kinked anymore, all he knew at this moment was to immediately give concrete evidence and immediately make a decision.

"Do you know Sharif Abdul Majid?" tanya Dhimas slightly deviated from the topic.

"Sharif Abdul Majid?'' bagas asked unconvincedly, he vaguely remembered the name. But he forgot the truth who owned the name?

"Yes, he's claiming to be Nana's niece." Dhimas continued his words with a slanted smile. Bagas' brain was instantly on standby, there were whack warning signs.

"He is the most powerful rival like him," said Dhimas in the final and as if there was a fire the loud voice of warning was clearly heard in his ear.

"He is Abi's cousin" Bagas said with great difficulty. Dhimas stared intently at Bagas, he forgot one thing if Sharif was Nana's nephew meaning he was also related to Abi. Ah, Abi boy who had taken the heart of his hero's daughter.

"Good then," said Dhimas calmly. "He proposed to Mutia for the third time two days ago."

"It's best if Om doesn't mind please go through the background of the man in detail first."

"He's a good guy, he's a lecturer at the Capital State University. And notoriously friendly I've met him a few times." Dhimas said glaringly and remembering. "He also proposed to my daughter instead of approaching her. She's obviously single."

"He was a two-child widower, not a matter of his two but a matter of his personality. Don't want to worsen the assessment just need to know the cause of the breakup."

"I know, therefore I am pressing you with immediate responsibility with the proposal" Dhimas said calmly.

"But why should I be the one being pressured? That's not fair." Bagas grumbled unhappily while Dhimas chuckled lightly.

"You are truly the best student I have had in my nearly 15 years as a lecturer." Dhimas smiled happily.

"And you must be reliable," said Dhimas again making a smile on his lips rubbed onto Bagas' lips.

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The soul mate, like you walk in a field of flowers with various kinds of flowers lined up randomly. Maybe at the beginning of the road you have seen it but at the end of the road you just realized its charm.

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Dilan got off his bike and went straight into Mutia's house in a hurry, but make no mistake he did not forget to say hello and entered with his right foot first.

Dilan comes because she gets the news that Mutia fell unconscious at school from Alya who she accidentally met at a pharmacy near the home complex.

"Assalamualaikum," said Dilan when entering the middle room, there are Abi, Nana, Risma and Mutia's mother.

"Waalaikumsalam," they answered simultaneously. Dilan became misbehaved with the sharp highlight given by one of the four people. But remember, Dilan is Dilan so he can easily distract. He approached Abi and shook hands then cupped both hands towards the mothers.

"So soon Mutia's telepathy reached you, Lan." Mutia's mother said as she let her sit down.

Dilan just smiled politely, then glanced at Abi.

"Will it not work?" nana asked, she knew Abi's friend well.

"It just so happens that there's a PDAM contract in this town, Bun. So you can go home every hour work is done."

"Oh, the pantesan's at home."

"What about Mutia, Tan?" ask Dilan.

"He's fine. Regular monthly female guest."

"meaning?"

"Makanya marah let me know," said Rifa who just came down from the room of the sister.

"She, there is Rifa's sister," said Dilan while grinning.

"Come greetings, Lan."

"Back to topic, what did that mean?"

"It's the arrival of monthly guests, because Mutia's psychic condition is dropping a lot of pressure so she rehydrates." Rifa explained calmly then sat down on the chair. Then the talk continued to stumble by cornered Dilan who had not been married at the age of explaining the head of three.

"Why am I, Abi is not married either."

"He's in the process, and you?"

"I'm also in the process" Dilan said, not accepting Rifa's defense of Abi.

"What process is denied the same mulu Mutia?" ask Rifa casually.

"Don't open a disgrace why the hell, brother?" dilan's words invited laughter.

"I'm sorry" Rifa said without guilt.

"Bun, come back," Abi asked her mother.

"Why rush?" ask Dilan.

"I have business with someone" Abi said. Then the mother and one child said goodbye and did not forget their thanks until repeatedly a form of gratitude from the Mutia family for their help.

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