The Primadona

chapter 52 The Destiny of the Love of the Primadona

The fate of love the prima donna

The dwarf man wearing a black t-shirt and black drawstring pants, and the glove draped around his neck rounded his eyes to look at this face from behind a sturdy gate. Both of his hands were clutching tightly with iron.

"Sir Earth, what are you doing here?"

Obviously that question made me understand what the inner turmoil was. A little clumsy, I ruffled my hair, then cupped my face with both hands.

"Apple, Mas. Ah, don't know Sunday night, no."

Back Mas Codet frowned and turned his body looking towards the top floor. Then he went back.

"Isn't Neng Dimitri Vangelis warning you not to go to night?"

Without waiting for an answer from me, Mas Codet applies to leave this self. Until many times I was upset. Not Bumi Respati its name if it gives up just like that. The decision remained standing in front of the gate pacing back and forth. While from earlier the phone call from me was not received by Mitri.

Long enough for almost an hour I survived, while the weather this beautiful night was suddenly gray covered in thick fog. I seem to understand this feeling. Signs it will soon rain.

But, it does not dampen this spirit. I stayed, while since then Mas Codet peeked out of the window of his room located on the bottom floor. Every time he opened the window, I waved. I hope he understands and tells Mitri.

These eyes were fixed on the top floor, Mitri turned on the lights in his room. As I expected, Mitri went out to the balcony area. He looked out at me. Prayers continued to slide from these lips, pleading that Mitri would be pleased to meet. I wave my hand.

But there was no response from him. "Akh! Goddamnit!" I snorted in annoyance while stepping on the cigarette butt. Meanwhile, the rain starts to touch this skin. Shucks! Will it survive in soap operas? Crazy one! I'm not that low. It seems like this defense is starting to falter as the rain is getting more and more heavily wetting this body.

Just as the foot was about to step, Mas Codet's voice calling out sibut made me turn the body. But the annoyance remains cram makes the hue of this face dim.

"Earth! Wait!"

"What's wrong? I'm tired of standing, Mas!"

"Neng Dimitri Vangelis asked me to open the gate." Codet opened the door. I'm heading to the car and parking in the garage.

In my heart I joke, Not Earth Respati from the land of Pasundan if it fails. After locking the gate Mas Codet drove me in. After arriving in the living room he immediately came out. I don't know where.

These eyes were fixed on the steps, Mitri stood there by folding both of his hands in front of his chest. She was so beautiful that she dazzled my eyes. Although this chest rumbles great, but the steps are certain. Tonight I have to express my heart.

"I'm sorry I came tonight, Mit." The voice, suddenly the surprise of a prima donna leaped before the eyes behind the veil.

"It's okay, Bum. Widya and Mas Dimas have told me everything."

I breathe a sigh of relief, they are indeed my best friends. Thus it is not hard to explain my purpose to come with the noble intention of wanting to take him to the mahligai household that is very mawadah warahmah.

"Keep, will you accompany me for the rest of my life? Asking myself to seek the Ridha of God?" These eyes glazed with a trembling voice, either suddenly when calling the name of the owner of the soul universe is fragile and vibrating.

"I should have thrown the question like that, Bum." Mitri took a few steps forward until we faced each other. Then he sat on the stairs.

I immediately took a sitting position by holding both knees wrapped in brown syar'i clothes in line with the color of the wide hijab he was wearing.

"Didn't you say we're new? I also want you to do the same, I am not the Earth Respati that used to be. But Mas Earth."

Mitri smiled, after drying the corners of his eyes using the tip of the hijab. Then I hugged him tightly, but Mitri kept my body away, "Not mahram." The god was soft. "Cock, Mom? Not ...."

I raised both hands, then answered Mitri's question."Kan, you're Javanese, honey. Sunda mah, A'a. Don't call me that."

"Well, why? Mas?"

"Fear not strong trials and duels your love." I laughed off.

"Huuu, hasn't Istikomah been intent?!"

"Son, Sweetheart--" we're both getting more relaxed.

Then we moved to sit in the family room. Mitri called Mas Codet to mingle, before the man called his wife who was both working at Mitri's house. Couples with physical limitations witnessed Mitri's fingers decorated with rings with love-shaped pearl ornaments on her ring finger. The white gold was so beautifully coiled, then Mitri hugged me tightly. He was moved to see this seriousness.

"Please take care of me, guard the sanctity of this love. I'm just a sinful kara ...." Immediately I closed his thin lips so as not to continue his words.

"You are the pearl that fell in the mud, I will glorify your love until Jannah, dear---"

Late in the day, I went home and prepared everything. Soon it will take Mitri to visit my parents' house. It became Mitri's request, he wanted to hold a wedding in the village alone without the crowd as long as it was legal to be a husband and wife.

******************

When I arrived, Mitri went home to my parents. How happy Ambu and Abah to see this prospective companion. Mitri called Ambu as Mbok e. Abah changed to Pak E. Sounds foreign and funny, a house that is usually quiet suddenly full of laughter. Especially after we officially pronounce the Kabul ijab in front of the penghulu.

There is no wedding full of frenetic as before. Simply we and our close family just went to the Religious Affairs office and at the same time did the ijab there. Even Bima and Bianca who since our arrival warned us to be invited, I did not tell. I want to close the old sheet by no longer being in a relationship with them. Just knowing they are in good shape and not lacking one is enough to make themselves happy.

It seems Bima understands that, for the sake of mental Bianca who had depression we no longer establish friendship.

*************

Months passed, it looks like we will return to Jakarta to sell assets owned by Mitri. She wants to open her own boutique business on the sidelines of the busyness of being a mother later, I have managed to plant a seed in the womb of the woman I love so much.

While I opened an electronics store in the market area. Not bad for the size of my small town, sales turnover is getting higher. I left early in the morning until the afternoon just got home. A routine that makes me happy when I get back to a prayer wife who loves both my parents very much.

In my heartfelt suhud always with the same prayer, in order to be able to place my two heavenly angels on a golden throne. So that there will be no jealousy, especially after the death of Abah. They are my precious treasures.

Praise be to Allah SWT, I can return to the path He desires. Thus Abah can sleep in peace in the realm of eternity.

EXPIRE

Thank you, please support my work for the next one. Ayok request hehe .... Mystery horror or Romance? Hatur nohun, there are still many defects here and there please forgive. Wasalam ....