The Fate that is Overlooked
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...There are many reasons to look for the faults and shortcomings of others....
...There are many reasons to leave....
...There are many reasons not to accept imperfections....
...Blaming others is so easy,...
...It's time for self-correction with the million behaviors we've done....
...If only by denying everything becomes easy, do it....
...There will be a point where regret really takes a soul,...
...And it's not as easy as hurting, though,...
...Treating takes a lot of time....
...There's no time to even improve, though,...
...Very disappointed....
...Let's walk without a dribble....
...The road is still so long, may it remain my spirit....
...That there's still a lot of things I have to finish....
...Without you....
...Hopefully able. And must be able....
...Thank you for the hurt you gave me....
...Thanksmeme it....
...I left it at the base of the road, though,...
...I didn't take it to the end of the destination....
...Because everything is left behind,...
...I stepped back, though,...
...Until the time I go home....
...Goodbye goodbye...
...🍂🍂🍂...
Closing the diary book. I don't know now he's more quiet and melancholy impressed.
Since his departure from the place of Mother Sukma, now he returned to Cilongok. The best place for him to go home. Gather with a real family.
Many times Bu Sukma came with Pak Anto to pick him up, but Ajeng refused for various reasons, until finally Bu Sukma gave up, never returned to persuade Ajeng to come home. Just exchanging news through their cell phones.
And Ajeng occasionally visited when he had business in Purwokerto.
When she lost control of her life, luckily, she still had a full-fledged parent, a good sister and friends who always gave her support.
Siti, Dita and Vika still often contact him, even so with Naufal. Even a few days after he stayed in Cilongok, Naufal came alone, with reckless capital asking the people around the mosque first for the second time they met. Finally he found the house. Almost once a week, Naufal visited him.
While the news of Barata and Anita, Ajeng really did not want to know the slightest item. He really wanted to shut down everything about Barata and that still smelled with him. The doors and windows of his heart were locked. Don't want to be remembered anymore.
Her daily routine is to take care of her Mama's flower plants, take Mama to school, tease Brownie the immigrant cat who now even at home, which he finally treated to become fat adorable puffiness.
He is now taking part in the selection of CPNS registration and several sick people who are opening vacancies for Psychology graduates. He wants to have a busy and clear routine, blending himself back into a new environment, with new atmosphere and people.
His desire to continue S2 seems to have to be delayed first, other than because he has missed the registration period, it seems like he really has to focus on finding work. Only then will they probably re-register.
"Mbak Jeng, wonten Mas Nopal teng njabi"
Mbok Kamti tells him that there is Naufal outside.
"Tumbens? what day he came" Ajeng got up from his lazy chair, leaving behind the book he had just added.
"Tumbenan, it's still Friday? " Ajeng greeted him after seeing him aiming for his mother's red rose that had bloomed this morning.
"Why? Can't we? Yawdah I'll go home" Naufal put on an annoyed face.
"Hahahahah" Laughing loudly, "Breast of siii, come in here. There's a father in the back. " Say it while sitting in the long chair of the courtyard.
"Gajakin entered the room sat down, not really intention to enter! "
Ajeng laughed again, and nosily, Naufal shot the camera at him.
Yes, since the incident he was sick and loved by Barata, he decided to hijab. Although not perfect, at least he tried to do the best for himself. Protecting himself from the evil eye. Moreover, the status of her widowed self, makes slander easier to reach her.
Especially since he often visited Bu Weni's house, whether just to take his mother to teach or participate in social activities that he held, shame often infiltrated his heart. Time yes visit and mingle with 'gundulan' ustadzah'. Even though it starts from feeling awkward and unpleasant. Now he finally tries to pray. Although the priest is still up and down following the vibes**** and his mood. But she was determined not to take off her headscarf.
Sometimes it is the experience of being the best teacher, maybe life and heart is broken. But God is still tucking the good in every way of his servant's life. Teach a small example of the trillions of servants given guidance by Him. Sometimes humans are lacking and rarely see the positive side of each ordeal.
"You are always beautiful beibehs" she said with a laugh.
"Eh who is polite yes call him, I am older than you beibeh whataan tuh" Ajeng who still often put on the face of his jutek was closer.
"Beibeh time does not know beibeh si, Beibeh it means Baby, Baby right Bayik, Bayik right in dear, means you are my favorite "Naufal laughs loudly and goes straight into the house.
"Bas based on the little boy!! " his grunts followed Naufal's footsteps
"Asalamualaikum, Om healthy Om?" Naufal who saw Mr. Grace sitting next to the Aquarium greeted.
"Eh, son Naufal. Thank goodness healthy. Where the hell is it?" Grace greeted him warmly.
"It just so happened to be out accompanying the children of KB Mentari from Patikraja Pak, usually every new school year or outing class, his teacher asked me to accompany them to take pictures while doing activities, he said, let the teacher focus on the children" he explained.
"So stop by here, all those Saturday night apples" laughed as he rolled his eyes at Ajeng.
"Huh, your recklessness" Ajeng entertained as he passed into the kitchen.
"Have you eaten yet? " Mister Grace who saw the two people in front of him was just a head bobble.
"Already, it was in love catering with the teacher"
"Enak ya so you, can go for a walk, in the love of food, paid anyway" Mr. Grace praised Naufal.
"It's not good to be grateful, Om, if people are not grateful themselves, not enough on their own, will not be enough"
"Oluh. reed style benerrr, smart ass" Ajeng out brought three tea shells.
"Hahah, you like it so much, never want to see my good side" Naufal sneered.
"Thank you" Naufal received the cup containing the tea.
"Less sweet, right? fear of sweetness, which makes it sweet" Ajeng laughed.
Pak Rahmat only shook his head to see the noise created by the two. Several months of knowing Naufal, made him understand a little bit of his personality. Naufal, who was able to reissue a twinkle of happiness on his daughter's face, created waves of smiles on his lips and certainly made the atmosphere more lively. Mr. Grace considered Naufal some of his own sons, who had always wanted to have a son, but whatever I was, the Holy Mother was only willing to give 2 children. He said 2 kids are good and good enough.
That's the government program.
Naufal's personality is supple, and flexible makes him have his own place in the heart of Mr. Grace. He also looks like a nice guy, always nice to talk to. Mr. Grace is like having a chat friend after so many years just mergerumul with his two daughters who are always close to his mother.
"That's really happy today? "
"Why? " naufal todong.
"I'm always happy, aren't I? " Ajeng snorted in annoyance. From then on it seemed like he was being bullied continuously. But it is indeed a basic Naufal plumber!!! There are materials to make Ajeng.
"Ngapunten sir, clear tege moringa e was sami ready" Mbok Kamti came to tell Pak Rahmat that the clear vegetable moringa leaves are ready.
"Mbok Kamti that made because of the Mbok Kamti nege clear moringa, susuk® father so ambrol, wis ra ganteng mening kaya mbien kie, kelor kie, the days in the moringa godong" Mr. Rahma moved from his seat, while Mbok Kamti just smiled and put boiled yams on the table. (Mbok Kamti is the one who made it because of. Mbok Kamti always cooks clear vegetables moringa leaves, Susuk Bapak so faded, it is no longer handsome like before)
Unlike the case with Naufal who immediately fell silent.
"Seriously Jenk Om wearing a milking? " His serious face he asked Ajeng who was sitting in front of him.
"What stab? not a sin, right? "
"Sma aja kufur delights it"
His serious face does not make Ajeng laugh out loud.
"You. kamuu.. You " Ajeng is unable to continue his words, can only laugh while holding his stomach that feels stiff.
"Father is just a lie Mas Nopal, geez believe" Mbok Kamti chimed in, he had guessed that his guest would be hit by a Batman trap like the others. Mbok Kamti told Naufal that Rahmat was only joking, do not believe. "Bapak mboten dashing was as old as Mas Nopal, sanes because of susuk e rogol dhahar tegean godong moringa" Laughing like Ajeng.
(Father is no longer handsome because it is old, not because of his stitches fade eat vegetables moringa leaves)
"Attahaaaaa" Naufal who felt deceived immediately shed his body onto the back of the chair.
"Sport the heart of the lueee"
"You don't want to put your good looks away, don't try to eat moringa leaves yes Le" Mr. who heard the prickly shoes in the next room teased with a triumphant smile.
®Susuk can be said to be black magic, which is a way of inserting foreign objects into a person's body spiritually for a specific purpose. Like to look more attractive to others, bring success in business or career. Usually made of gold or other precious metals planted by shamans or 'smart people' in some areas or commonly also called 'bomoh'. Usually, people who wear it have some restrictions, one of which should not consume moringa leaves, which he said can remove the ribs he uses.
source: tirto.id, coil. id
