The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

tresno waranggono's

This afternoon, Ratih invited Budi to go to Hajatan. As a neighbor, Ratih felt bad if not present in the celebration. Budi could refuse. His heart is still sensitive to see a happy couple, especially in the marriage bond.

Madam Ratih understands the feelings of Budi. He asked the princess to deliver him. Mr. Ratih said he had not been able to return the help of Mr. RW, who lent his car to take him to the hospital, when he had suddenly fainted.

For the Princess, her mother's request was not a problem. He also intends to go there. Her bride is her classmate. So, he immediately agreed to his mother's request.

But for Budi, his mother's words felt once as an insinuation. Budi felt that his mother did not have the heart to force him, but also had high hopes for his request to be granted. After a long time of reflection, Budi decided to obey his mother's wishes.

“Mas. So people don't get bored!” chirps Princess.

“Hem?”

Budi who was fixing the buttons on the sleeves of his long-sleeved batik shirt, confused by his sister's comments. He was looking for something that would be wrong in his appearance. But he did not find anything strange.

“Pake batik aja gantengnya not ketulungan” continued Putri praise.

She also approached and reached out her hand to help fix her brother's shirt collar.

“Banglin Zulfikar, aah”

Madam Ratih who passed by next to them, interrupted. His hand also appeared to be playing his phone, as it passed out of the house.

“Ibuuu”

The princess called out to her mother. Budi chuckled to see his sister being bullied by his mother. And there was a debate between her mother and her sister on the porch. Mrs Ratih laughed off guard, feeling successful in teasing her beloved youngest.

“Hayuk, mom!” bring Budi.

“Hayuk” reply bu Ratih.

He flicked the spoiled on Budi's left arm, as he slid his tongue towards the Princess.

“Close the door, Put!” pinta Budi's.

“All in lock. Hi hi hi” added bu Ratih.

“Aaaaaaa, mother iiiih” sumput Princess.

He closed the door a little tight. Then down from the terrace with legs stomped to the stairs.

“Ha ha ha. Udah ah, rich little boy” said Budi comforting Princess.

“Mother. Nyebelin” sahut Princess is still sulking.

“Udah hayu, keburu malem!” bring Budi.

Cuppp

Budi gave a kiss on his sister's forehead. Although it is common, but for the Princess, the kiss this time feels different. Like a kiss from an idol.

“Hush. Crustal. His mind everywhere” reprimand bu Ratih.

“He he”

The princess flinched from her daydream. She can only grin when she is caught fantasizing about her brother. They immediately drove their motorbike to the place of Hajatan.

Some neighbors greeted them without stopping, Ratih answered as they were. So too with Budi.

Although the wedding handover procession was completed this afternoon, it does not mean that there are no more guests coming. In fact there are still many guests from the host colleague, as well as friends of the two brides. And looks vibrant with mixed entertainment.

“Mbak Rika”

The cry shook Budi's mind. He who had been about to analyze which group of participants was performing it, was interested in his attention to turn to the source of the sound.

“Eee. Princess, Mrs Ratih”

Especially when the call was in greetings. Budi's attention is now fully focused on the people who greet each other.

“Mothers are also?”

Erika, who had just gotten out of her car, immediately approached Ratih's mom and regretted it.

“Iya. It was supposed to be noon, with Besan. But I want to take Budi home. So I did not join the troupe” replied Mrs Ratih.

“Besan? Hey, same house as the groom, ma'am?” ask Erika.

“Deket lah, mbak” said Princess.

“Kalo from the intersection of the post kamling we to the left, the groom's house anyway, straight away. Deket kal”

“Oh, gitu” comments Erika, short.

“Mbak Rika herself, what's the message from the bride?” ask Ratih ma'am.

Erika did not answer immediately. He smiled first. Makes Ratih wonder.

“The bride, my cousin, bu” replied Erika.

“What?” the Princess was surprised.

“Sepupu mbak Rica?”continued Princess.

“Iya” replied Erika briefly. He wondered what the Princess meant by asking so.

“A really narrow world turns out yes, bu?” princess's Comment.

“But I never told you, Tya? Though Putri often stories about mas Budi, who works at PT.PRAM. Well, it needs to be tried, the Tya” said the Princess, talk to yourself.

“Ha ha ha ha. Yes, I am far away from them. Especially after mama died, and papa married again” said Erika.

“Innallahi. Sorry mbak Rika, Putri do not know” said the Princess interjected her speech.

“Ngak papa Putri's. I just answered your question last” replied Erika.

“Don't now the trial, yeah! Time to be cool, use in the congregation first. Kasian” continued.

“Ha ha ha. Yes, mbak. Bercanda” says Princess.

“Oh, yes. Your kangmas are not invited?” ask Erika.

“Cie cie, some already missed, nih. Not yet a day left” Goda Putri.

“Not that, Put. Poor to be left alone at home. You know, I'm ajakin”

“Do not! Again bummer, the guy” cut Princess.

“Put!” tegur bu Ratih's.

“Lah. Bener” is Princess.

Erika frowned. He did not understand the meaning of the princess.

“Udah, mending mbak Rika herself first!” princess's Advice. He grabbed Erika's hand, taking her for a walk.

“Emang mas Budi why, Put?” asked Erika curiously. His eyes looked curiously at the Princess's face.

“Nyebelin. Make baper” replied Princess.

“Hem?” strange answer according to Erika.

“Tuh” said the Princess as she advanced her chin, pointing towards the front. Erika looked ahead.

“Ha”

Erika had a voiceless screech, when she saw that someone was only two meters away from her. Then he was stunned to recognize who was in front of him, and how he looked.

“Tuh, right. The princess said what. Bummer. Make a baper, right? Really too” comments Princess, ending with jargon typical bang hajj Roma Irama.

“Hempf”

Erika chuckled at the Princess's comment. In his heart he admitted Budi's good looks in a long-sleeved batik shirt. The pieces that fit his body, making the sturdy body look tempting. Combined with black material pants, further adding to the aura of his prowess.

“What do you want to be a bride?” continue Budi.

“Tuh right, more and more tidying. Everything's worth. Does it want to be the predecessor of what?” sahut Princess.

“Lah, I'm the bride, dong. Have you done cool stuff like this, time so penghulu?” kilah Budi's.

“Shoulder. Mas Zul pake picket all, uh. Yes, yuk ma'am! handsome guy anyway, bebas” invite Princess, while holding her mother's hand.

“Haihi. Joko step aside so santri” chirps bu Ratih.

“Means mother?” ask Princess.

“Ngapain in mind, Princess? There is only you, ih” replied Mrs Ratih, continuing her pantun.

“Hempf. Ha ha ha ha ha”

Erika could not help but laugh. Even though he looks very trying to hold his voice, so as not to miss tight. Still with acting upset, the Princess pulled her mother to be invited to walk first.

I was stunned to see Erika's performance tonight. In her heart she acknowledged Erika's elegance and courage in the dress. Black velvet kebaya, which is identical to that worn by the bride, is now worn.

The difference, Erika velvet kebaya has undergone modification. With a touch of gold batik along the front edge. And batik resembles the wings of a flapped bird on its left-right. It looks modern, but still gives off a thick Javanese woman aura.

Especially plus jarik subordinates. Although not a copulate, just rolling her real hair, but the aura of Erika's beauty is not inferior to that of her wearing a bun. And coincidentally, the color and pattern of Budi batik look harmonious if side by side with Erika's black velvet kebaya.

“My guess, the bride must be jealous the same mbak Rika” chirped Budi.

“Hempf. Time anyway?” sahut Erika shy. He was happy, getting compliments from Budi.

“Let’s find out!” bring Budi.

“Yuk” replied Erika while chuckling.

They also go hand in hand. Arriving in front of the gate where the pilgrimage, seen Putri and Miss Ratih was talking warmly with the parents of the bride. While the two brides were singing accompanied by mixed sari. Several guests were seen dancing in front of the stage.

Apparently tonight's event wasn't as formal as the usual reception. After singing, the two brides returned to the chair. They again received guests who wanted to shake hands with them. Including also with Ratih and Putri.

While Budi was held in the gate, because he had a conversation with the host. It was because there was Erika next to him.

Erika was the center of attention for them. Some parents, who are still relatives of the host, praised Erika's success in pursuing a career, even without the role of parents.

There is also a blatant message to Budi to protect Erika. Because Erika felt less affection since childhood. It was as if Budi was definitely going to be Erika's companion.

“Mbak Rikaaaa”

Suddenly they were all startled by the voice of the person calling. It was the voice of the bride. With a quick step he approached Erika, and immediately hugged her. Those who do not know their history can only scratch their heads. He prefers to open talks with Basuki

“Mas, bude Angela how are you?’ ask Basuki, the bridegroom.

“Angela who?” ask Budi confused.

“Angela merkel” replied Basuki.

“Hempf. Bude, gundulmu” comment Budi while laughing.

They also returned to talking. He congratulated Basuki and Tya, definitely with the envelope as well.

After a long time of standing, finally the host invited the two to sit down to enjoy the banquet.

At that time, the music mixed with sari sounded lively accompanying jogged some invited guests.

Duh kangmas sak tenane I know your att

Ning wes pesthine I du jodomu

Pancen roso kari roso, kudu lilo nggonmu nerimo

Lilakno I nyanding priyo liyo

Budi gasped to hear the song play beautifully. Not only the lyrics are very fitting with his love story, but the voice, he memorized once the voice.

Ra keroso wes sewindu, nggonku ora meet

Awkwardness in your voice.

I'm more interested in looking up on stage. He reduced his pace, then turned to the left.

Tata's?

Budi was surprised not to play, when he saw who was singing the chat. He stopped from his way.

I mung biso ndedungo, waranggono seng tresno

Mugo biso tentrem mulyo.

Erika who felt lost her mind, suddenly twisted her body. He also finally looked in the direction that Budi was looking at. And, he was also surprised to see Adel was duetting with one of his accompanying guitarists.

Didn't write the play....

Adel was like his voice was choked. He looked extremely shocked as he unintentionally looked towards the entrance gate. Everyone is looking in the same direction. Lucky to respond to what happened with Adel. He snatched the microphone from the MC's hand

Sak tenane I cry, nanging tresno wes ginaris

He takes over Adel's duties, while getting ready to go to the center of the stage.

Tak lakoni kanthi iklas ati

Tati came to Adel, and rebuked him.

Wuyungku ngelayung, ngamboro ing awang

When her duet partner sang her part, Adel did not respond. He was stunned to see someone he knew so well.

Tanpo biso nyanding I mung biso nyawang

Adel's power to not look at Budi. He twisted his body, hiding the tears that just slid away without being able to hold him.

Tumetese eluhku mbrebes mili ono cheeks

Pancen tresno iki ra kudu nduweni

Tati is back on her microphone. Because Adel's crying is still heavy.

Wes lilakno I'm kangmas! Wes enough, lalekno!

Lelakon tresno iki would be dadi cerito, tresno waranggono.

There is no hesitation or joke, when one part is finished they bring. The music that turned into half dangdut brought a cheerful atmosphere, but had no effect on Adel. His heart was filled with guilt, a feeling of wanting to rebel, wanting to return to Budi. But his logic curbed all those feelings. So that leaves a feeling of grief that is more painful than being slashed.

As her cries began to subside, Adel gathered all her courage to open her eyes and twist her body.

Brams?

But Budi was no longer in the place where he was standing. Adel dingukan looking for where Budi is. He thought that Budi was sitting down enjoying a meal. But Tati told him that Budi was gone.

Allohu Akbar's

For a while, her tears rolled back freely. Even though he was trying to overcome his sadness. It took a while to be able to regain control of the situation, and resumed his duties, bringing the Tresno Waranggono song to completion.

On the other hand, Budi is already on the road, driving his bike at low speed. There was Erika behind him.

Yes, Erika forced to come along, because she was worried, Budi would play speeding. Several times he stroked Budi's chest, each time he felt Budi sigh heavily. Budi himself felt his chest tight, much more crowded than when he was hit by a bullet.

O Allah, because You have made your decision, keep your servant away from him, O Allah! The servant was not able to meet him face to face. That sense of inadmissibility always comes up.

The servant is better able to withstand the sword that rips the back of the servant, than to see it belong to someone else. Keep him away from the servant, O Allah! And meet the servant with the soul mate of the servant!

May you be happy with your life now. May you last.

Goodbye dear. Goodbye, Tata.