THE HEART IS BROKEN

FULFILLER

Six months did not seem to have passed, I no longer saw Rama, not because my heart stopped wishing, but because I no longer lived in my mother's house. Rituals lurking Rama was no longer I do. I chose to stay at my father's place, in addition to being closer to campus, so that he would no longer think of Rama.

I was active in the campus organization, as a member of BEM required me to spend a lot of time on campus, even closer to the campus anniversary event. The campus intends to invite the capital artist as enliven the silver HUT.

"Rin, the consumption part is okay yet?", asked Airin as a consumption section.

"Udah okay boss!, I have a message from the catering" replied Airin.

"where's catering? The usual?" much

"Ga, this is a recommendation from my mother's arrester, Fattah Catering's name", said Airin.

"Oh okay", I continued

"All the stage equipment is safe yet?" I asked Andre.

"Okay already" replied Andre.

I'm super busy today, because I was chosen as the person in charge of the campus's beloved silver anniversary. Tomorrow morning the show will start, so I have to make sure all the preparations are in place. Tonight seems the entire committee should stay up late and stay at the campus. Just be careful to keep everything safe.

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This morning the university's anniversary event opened with various remarks ranging from the university Rector to the chairman of the committee. Towards noon the event was only filled with light entertainment by various students from several faculties.

I looked different today, neater than a typical day to campus. A short-sleeved white shirt, light brown levis pants and a pair of clean white sneakers wrapped around my feet perfectly matched my fair yellow skin. One-pointed black hair and minimalist makeup polish add to my beautiful face today. I was focusing on watching the Malay music that was brought by students from the faculty of economics.

"La, Arla.." Call Tata to come to me

"Aaa.", I replied briefly with a flustered face fixedly staring at the stage.

"There's a caterer, delivering food. At once ask for a bon" continued Tata.

"Who am I? Kan PJnya Airin", I replied.

"Airin came out, she just nitip this to you," Tata thrust Airin's seat at me

I was just a manyun, rising from my seat towards the catering officer. I approached the caterer who was wearing a white-collared t-shirt and black levis pants.

"Sorry, Mom," I said to the caterer.

Catering officers turned their bodies towards the voice that called out to him. Their gazes were stunned, the catering officer as if fascinated by the figure who called out to him. Likewise with me, my face which was originally only covered in a thin pink blush, now became red. How not, the guy who after the last six months I have never seen, is now standing in plain sight. My heart was beating fast.

"Assalamualaikum, La", greet Rama kindly.

"Eh. waalaikumsalam", I was shocked.

"Lecture here, La?", asked Rama.

"IIi. yes, Ma" I said.

"You're the one who filled the event?", I continued trying to neutralize the mood.

"Yes, La", answered Rama.

I invite Rama to sit in front of the stage discussing about catering while enjoying each event to feel more relaxed. Sometimes Rama looked at my face sitting next to him. I looked down many times hiding a face that was red with embarrassment. Throwing laughter at each other, sharing jokes.

"La, I'm gonna ask you something, seriously, okay?" ask Rama.

Instantly the atmosphere turned tense.

"ii. yes you can", I said.

"La, you want to be my filler?" ask Rama lirih.

"meaning?" I asked back.

"Yes, as the one who accompanied me to old age, I once asked your father, but... Yes you know yourself.. I was rejected, because I have nothing, but now I can take responsibility, God willing. I will make you happy" said Rama Long.

I was silent, I looked at Rama's face facing the stage. My heart was pounding more and more, as soon as his back was cold hot to hear Rama's words.

"La, I need your answer, if you want.. I will fight again, I will repeat, ask your father, but if you refuse, I will stop" explained Rama back.

I swallowed my saliva, "Yes Ma, I want to", I lowered my face.

"Thank you for your answer, may Allah make it easy" replied Rama.

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Tonight's the house of the guests' father, papa, mother and Aira. There will definitely be something important to talk about as to why the four of them are gathering tonight.

"waaah. the spoiled child came", Dheo chirped at Aira.

Aira is just a manyun seduced by Dheo.

"Manja. yok I taught her to play PS.. Dad just bought it yesterday", invite Dhio to pull Aira's hand.

Aira smiled, following Dhio. Aira is more familiar with Dhio, Dhio is more friendly with women, different from Dheo. Dheo is more often nosy.

Papa, mother, father and mother sit in the living room, talking. While I remained confined to my room, I had no interest in joining anyone.

"Arlaaaaa..here you go", call mama.

I'm upset.

"Yes Ma, bentaar" I said.

I came out of the room with a crumpled face and just woke up, approaching my four parents. Mother just shook her head to see the behavior of her daughter. I sat next to my mother, I felt as if I was going to be tried, as if I had made a fatal mistake. Without waiting for a long time father opened the conversation. Talk about Rama's proposal.

"If your father is private, actually I disagree with you with him, I don't know, it's just hard to let you go with him" said the father.

I took a long breath.

"Mother is so La, too young for you to marry, and we don't know their family background. We don't know them." continued mom.

I sighed even more, because my real parents didn't approve. I looked at Papa, hoping that he could persuade my parents' heart.

"What do you think of Mr Ardi?" ask me what.

Papa looked at.

"If I, too, disagree, because Arla is still in college, and according to the information I know from the neighbors, Rama did not have a father, not died. But leave with no news",

"And usually the nature of parents will decrease in their children, inevitably, unconsciously" continued the mother.

I was a little emotional hearing my mother's words, because it wasn't always so. Mama took my hand, calmed my heart.

"If you are how?" ask mama.

"Arla. Arla is sure of him", I replied.

"Again, he was initially rejected because he had no property, now he has worked and has his own business. It can be proven that he is a hard worker. The thing is he's from a brokenhome family, then what's the difference with Arla..? Arla is from an imperfect family. It's just a different form" I said.

"RAHALL... YOUR MOUTH!!!" Emotional mother heard my words.

I was silent for a moment.

"The fact Mom, Mom and Dad divorced and remarried, it was enough to prove that mother and father failed in the household, only the difference, mother or father found a new partner, and then the mother or father found a new partner, mother Rama does not" I replied loudly.

PLAAK.mom raised her hand right in my face, I fell silent.

"Pulse your mouth La, just because of the man" said the emotional mother.

I fell silent, I hid my face on my mother's shoulders. Mama just stroked my hand.

Conflict and fighting also occurred. I tried to fight for what I wanted and reassured my four parents.

"Arla still wants to get married, rather than Arla doing things. Is that what Dad, Mom, Mama, Papa wants...?" threaten me in sobs.

"okay.. If it is the child you want, Father's blessing, but if something happens to your marriage, it is your responsibility. Don't complain to us", insisted the father. Mother just nodded confirming the word father.

"Okay dad, Arla promised, whatever happens to us later Arla will not complain. Arla will prove that Arla's choice was not wrong." I said.

Finally my four parents agreed to my marriage and Rama. Even with a heavy heart.

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