The Fate that is Overlooked

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"Mbak Jeng, there's Mom and Dad." Mr. Anto came to be followed by Mama Suci and Mr. Grace.

Ajeng who was arranging the table for dinner was surprised by the arrival of his parents.

"Well, Mama? " Ajeng approached, grabbed his second hand for him to kiss.

"Can't you come here?"

"Where from? intentionally?" He asked in an uneasy feeling.

"Are you here too? nginep what?" Now the Holy Mother asked, without answering the Ajeng question.

"Chat while standing? not ask to sit? " Mister Grace pulled the chair next to him.

"Eh, yes dong sat down." he said .

"You have dinner here, huh?"

"Almost, just met an old friend, it turns out his house is here, so stop by all of you, a stretch. Before you go home, uh you happen to be here too." Holy Mama sat next to Grace.

"Where's mom ? deserted?"

"Mother last afternoon went to her application show Bulik Ana in Semarang. With Runti and the kids. Mama there's a need?" Ajeng asked, while preparing clear water.

"Have you?by yourself?"

"There's Barata, take her bath again."

"Two anyway? from when?" Holy Mama immediately planted the gas.

"Oh Allah Ma, slow dong. Straight away that. If the brakes are not used how to hayooh, hit !"

"Barata is sick, I could have left my own Ma."

"Udah better him kok, ntar I also go home, with Mama Bapak ya, Ajeng do not bring a car." He grimaces.

"No longer alone with the one who is not his muhrim. The devil is everywhere." Mr. Grace who had been silent, now opened his voice.

"Yes sir." Ajeng lowered his head.

There is also a point in the words of Father. He almost got mixed up with Barata. Demons are everywhere.

Ajeng took a long breath.

"What do you want to eat first?" diverting the topic of conversation. Danger spreads everywhere this if continued.

"Actually it's full, but it's not good to refuse the wind." I looked at the chicken soup that was still smoking.

"Okay, just go get the plate first." Say it while it passes.

"Bu Sukma doesn't exist, so giman? I said Ajeng yes." The Holy Mother looked at Mercy.

"Yes, there's no time anymore."

"Here we go." Ajeng came with a plate and bowl.

"All you guys take it." Bargainly.

Ajeng filled the bowl he held with soup, and white rice with a sprinkling of fried onions on it, adding to the pleasure that haqiqi.

"Jeng look at Bara first yes, long time to shower, do not-don't faint anymore." Rushed to Bara's room.

"Bars..The bar...Barata ! " Ajeng knocked on the door of the white room.

"Are you Okay?"

No answer, it looks like Bara is in the bathroom.

As he was about to open the door, simultaneously, the door was opened from the inside. So that he was pushed in, and hit Barata's body hard.

"Subhanallah, iiih kamuuuuu !!!!!! Can't hear if anyone's calling !!! answered kek ! " Hit the chest of the field wrapped in the white shirt.

"Oh my God, I don't think you're going to open the door, I'm sorry, my dear."

"Let's see where it hurts?" Barata actually teases Ajeng.

"Don't hold-hold!" Pulling his hand fast, then turning his body, going away.

"Waiting Mama with my father at the dinner table, the food is ready." Instantly he remembered his purpose of summoning Barata.

"Seriously the would-be-in-law is coming?"

"Just change clothes first." Barata's face turned serious.

"Not just to hang on." He quickly prevented it.

"Ayoooo." With a face of his regret, leaving Barata.

"Well, sir, it's been a while?" Barata greeted Ajeng's parents, then regretted it.

"Healthy Mah, Sir." He said on the sidelines of his salim.

"Yes, this is good. Thank goodness be well." With a smile the Holy Mother replied.

"She's sick Bar? healed yet?"

"Alhamdulillah mengingan Ma, thanks to a private nurse." Chuckles himself.

"Yes, Ajeng is good at people, but not good at managing yourself." Mr. Grace chimed.

While the conversation is just silent, busy yourself serving everyone who is there.

"Oh sir, all say take care of Ms. Weni."

"Well, we'll eat first." Pak Rahmat received soup from Ajeng.

"Suwun nduk."

After everyone got their own soup, they quickly ate it.

"Less ginger a little Jeng, but it's delicious ." Mama Suci commented on her cooking.

"Yes, he's gone like that."

They enjoy dinner with small talk, talking fun unimportant things.

Until after the dinner was over, Mr. Grace began to speak seriously.

"Actually you want to chat with both of you, but the rame-rame gini does not matter, after all Nak Barata is not someone else anymore." Mr. Grace smiled.

"So seriously sir, what happened?" The teaching is getting impatient.

"So gini, yesterday Ust Weni came to the house to visit. With his nephew who used to teach in his TPQ, Nak Salman remember you?" Mr. Grace spoke calmly.

"Well, it turns out they were well-intentioned, to ask you, to be Salman's wife."

Barata who was finishing his drink choked.

"Son, be careful ." The Sacred Mama who was next to Barata patted her back softly.

While Ajeng was only silent, occasionally glancing towards Barata who now looked unremarkable.

"Bapa hasn't agreed. I asked for time to tell you this. And he gave us until next Sunday, so as much as possible for next Sunday, you can go home and give an answer to Ust Weni.

"Frankly, I really hope for you a lot for this Jeng, you can't possibly forever be alone right? "

"You think Salman is the best man for you. A man who inshAllah can be a good priest to you, he doesn't mind your status, and we already know his family well don't we?"

I still talk at length. While Ajeng, hearing this, his heart just went nowhere. Not so much listening, but also not ignoring. Occasionally glanced towards the already deathly pale Barata.

"And, actually you came here also want to tell about this to Bu Sukma, all of you invite him to come to the event."

Mr. Grace seems to have decided his own decision.

"Ep..Look sir, it looks like Ajeng isn't ready yet." He said slowly while lowering his head.

"Try to think back, son, do not rush to make a decision. If you can pray istikharah, ask for the best to Allah. inshAllah, all that Allah has given you, it is the best for yourself." Look at Ajeng with full of supplication.

" Don't rush Jeng, think carefully. Salman isn't a stranger you just met, is he?" Holy Mother tried to provide a solution.

"Not necessarily now the answer, nor is this any coercion. Their families only express their good intentions. Not more."

"Maybe they dare to ask the Father, because they see you who have always been alone . "

"And it's true, are you still alone?" Mr. Grace asked.

Everyone at the dinner table was silent. Waiting for the answer that came out of Ajeng's mouth. While being asked, just looking down. Trying to think of the same two questions and on the same day but from different people.

He knew once, there was a twinkle of hope in the face of Father Grace. But on the other hand, the highlight of the pias face is now clearly displayed in front of him. It was clearly a deep disappointment.

Even though his heart did not know what to say, even with what he now felt. Especially with the decision that will be given to the Ust Weni family. And his love that just started to bloom.

Duh Gusti Allah, this is my fate.

Inner Ajeng

Gini is so God..I just want to start over the right way. However, just now the flower had buds, already broken, withered with no life expectancy to bloom. Can't wait to have my exam? less struggle like what else should I do and live?

Barata sighed slowly, very slowly.

The pain that had just disappeared now came again with so many years.