The Love Story of Aina

66. Calm Yourself

Going to Jogja was planned to wait for his mother to come home from Malaysia, but suddenly his mother told him that returning to Indonesia was canceled because her husband, Papa Vishnu suddenly did not feel well.

Inevitably, Vishnu left without being accompanied by his mother. He tidied up his luggage in the suitcase, not much he had brought. Just some clothes. She accidentally asks Riyan to drive her to the airport.

Arriving at the airport, Visnu directly to the boarding pass.

"Gue left first" Vishnu said to his best friend.

"OK, get to my home" said Riyan. Vishnu gave a thumbs up to Riyan. For a moment Vishnu looked at Riyan.

"What's up?" asked Riyan astonished.

"Gue feels cheating like this. In between keep telling me that it has arrived in Jogja."vishnu said it feels strange himself.

They poked each other on their shoulders, feeling funny themselves. Then they both laughed. Waving each other's hands, and still laughing at each other.

Arriving at Adisucipto airport, without anyone to pick up Vishnu immediately took an online taxi that he ordered after arriving at the airport. After arriving at the place of the house that built Java, the car stopped.

Vishnu got out of the car and paid the fare according to the fare. He immediately entered and was greeted by the middle-aged woman who occupied the house. The yard is beautiful, there are several trees, such as mango, jackfruit tree and sapodilla tree. Also some ornamental plants that surround on each porch.

Very good at taking care of the plants that keep his papa's house that he had never visited for a long time. The middle-aged woman approached Vishnu with a warm smile.

"Den Vishnu has arrived" said the middle-aged woman.

"Yes Bu Yem" said Vishnu. He immediately stepped in.

"Mbok Yem was shocked, when the big master told me that he wanted to stay here" said mbok Yem again.

"Why not happy?"

"Yes ndak tho, even the mbok is very cool. So the house is no longer empty." said mbok Yem.

Then Vishnu entered the house, he looked around the house. Considering he was a kid, not much has changed in that house.

"Yes, who's guarding the wooden base?" ask Vishnu.

"Take care of Erin next door to Den Vishnu." replied mbok Yem while carrying a suitcase to the front room.

While Vishnu sat on a classic-style chair made of teak.Wishnu thought, Erin who? Did he know Erin. As he remembered he used to know a little girl who liked to play at his house was called Mila. But maybe now it is different, the neighbors of his house are now many and close together.

Mbok Yem came out of the room that Vishnu will occupy, he headed to the kitchen to take a drink for his master. When finished, mbok Yem brought a warm tea drink in front of Vishnu who was sleeping in the long chair.

"Den Vishnu, if you want to rest in the room only. Mbok Yem has made his bed" said mbok Yem, putting a tray next to him as well.

"Ngga nothing mbok, again nostalgic with the past." replied Vishnu accordingly. He remembered the problem he was facing.

"Den Vishnu, said his papa den Vishnu will stay here long, continue the efforts of the great lord who is here" said mbok Yem hesitated.

At least he confirmed his father's words, if there is a sense of annoyance why everything happened in a way that is not right.

"Mm.sorry den, lost mbok Yem kepo. Which in Jakarta is what if den Wisnunya in Jogja." timid mbok Yem asked.

Vishnu looked at Yem, he was a little dislike if the maid followed the kepo with his problem. But he thought again, let it be okay. To reduce the burden on his heart and mind. Mbok Yem was still silent, not feeling well with his employer's sharp gaze.

"It's okay if Den Vishnu has no story. Oya, mbok will prepare lunch first." then mbok Yem moved from his seat, leaving Vishnu still riveted.

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At five in the afternoon Vishnu woke up from his sleep after lunch. He got up from his sleep and sat down on the edge of his bed. Before long the door of the room on the knock from the outside, mbok Yem called.

"Den Vishnu is already afternoon." mbok Yem's voice.

"Yes mbok, I'm awake." he then stepped to the door and opened it, seen mbok Yem carrying a towel in his hand and handed it to Vishnu.

"This is the towel den, sorry just washed it" said mbok Yem.

"Yes mbok." Vishnu received a towel that was thrust mbok Yem.

Then he stepped out into the bathroom. He will shower and also pray ashar. He just remembered his obligations, since he was deposed from the company. Maybe it was his fault, he left the obligation as a Muslim, until what he used to have taken people. He realized it, so he accepted the fate he was living now. Behind events there must be wisdom contained in them.

Vishnu quickly took a bath and ablution, after which the new ashar prayer. He was so solemn in his prayers. His heart was so calm after fulfilling the five-time obligation. Towards the magrib, Vishnu wandered around the house that is now in his place. He's going to the wooden base tomorrow morning.

On second thought, it's good that he's here. Calm his mind and heart filled with anger. Angry at both his parents, at his cousin who has taken all of his possessions and his love. Viola was just using it.

Only one he believes, a friend who always believes in him and is always there when he is down and ready to help at any time. Although sometimes in every meeting they always have an unimportant debate.

But it was like that between her and Riyan since college. Vishnu smiled to himself remembering his best friend, always reminding and succumbing to him if he really meant it.

He regretted why he used to play his best friend's wife, but he came back to think that if he wasn't, his best friend wouldn't be married at the moment.

Ah, a friend who is like a brother. The fact that having a cousin who could take his own would mean nothing to his best friend Riyan.

Sometimes life is strange, it is better to be friends with others who care about him than with his family. Vishnu stopped at a bench that had been worn out on the side of the road but was still strong to sit on. He sat there, looking around.

The twilight had gone, the night had started to crawl up. People pass by, there are new people coming home from work there are also ready to go to the mosque to carry out their obligations to His creator.

Then he got up from his seat, stepped straight ahead of his house. He will pray in the mosque.It feels ashamed, only now he remembers going to the mosque. But it's better now than nothing. He still wants to live in peace, seeking his happiness before God's destiny breaks his channel.

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