The Shah of First Love

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The happy day arrived, Kani continued to stand staring at the guarantee, making sure that her sister with her husband was okay. At first Dahlia was calm but not after she saw her sister was so busy making sure there was no problem. Her tears shed, Miss Ismi chose to go to the kitchen and wipe her cheeks.

Bashir, who saw Dahlia crying, picked up a tissue. Dahlia continued to look at Kani, Kani could not stand it and cried while spreading a smile. The relatives who saw were moved and Kani climbed on the lap, hugging her sister.

“I love you.” Dahlia kissed Kani on the cheek and the two cried while patting her sister on the back. Both were so for a long time. Dahlia nodded in understanding as Kani asked her not to cry anymore. Enough and time to be happy.

After Dahlia's marriage, Kenanga and her lover Ramlan followed shortly after. Kani always stood staring at the woman, not that she was envious but that she wanted to see her sister who was so beautiful today. Mr. Muji and Bu Ismi looked at each other pity, Kani had been stepped over twice but she looked fine. It's not okay in it because the commentator's mouth is always Kani heard. Surpassed by his two sisters even always used as a joke at work, even though he felt that there was nothing to laugh about.

After Kani finishes with her C-package school, she earns a diploma, looking for another job, at the contract minimarket one year ago plus a year and a half. He stopped because his age could not be hidden.

Dahlia and Kenanga already have children, Mr. Muji and Ms. Ismi are happy when the weekend is all gathered together at home. Kani does not ask for anything when his two sisters get married, he just wants them not to forget the house, always take the time and if there is no need to be placed.

“When is our son getting married, Mom? Seeing his two younger siblings get along well with their household Father was calm but Kani..” Pak Muji massaged his chest and Bu Ismi who was cooking could not answer anything. Kani is 26 years old now. His life is just busy to work and avoid when it comes to marriage.

“When to go home, Mom?” Shamsir asked.

“Usually if Friday’at five o'clock in the afternoon has also gone home,” said Bu Ismi.

“I go first.” The grown-up shamsir was so neat as to go nowhere. He pulled the key of the suspended motor. Finally wanted to come along but he glared, bribed him with two thousand money, the boy was immediately silent.

“Dih, want you.” Dahlia sneered and finally no problem, the important money.

***

JAKARTA, a woman with a black veil is stepping into her son's room. She is none other than Mother Sri. His hand swung knocking on the door and from within the heavy voice his son gave permission to enter.

“Mother thought you weren't awake.” Mother Sri put a glass of warm sweet tea, she looked at the back of her son wrapped in a black shirt.

“I'm late morning prayers congregated, forced at home. Soon I have to leave,” he said as he grabbed the watch in the drawer and he fell silent for a moment to see the black watch in the corner. Her hands violently closed the drawer and Mother Sri noticed it.

“Maren,” said Mommy is soft and Amarendra grabbed his suit, briefcase and phone. “How? It's been two weeks running Ta’aruf process you.”

Amarendra shrugged and Mother Sri shook her head. He came out and Amarendra followed behind. Aware her Mother sulked she tried to align herself but her Mother belied and Amarendra laughed.

Luci who had started breakfast was silent when his shoulder was touched by Amarendra. His head was smothered lovingly.

“Don't expect this way of you to make me forgive you, Maren. I'm shy!” Lusi was upset and Amarendra started to sniff his breakfast. “See, Bund. He always pretended to be a budek.”

“Good morning.” Amarendra pulls Merlin's second child Lusi over his lap and Lusi exasperates.

“See him, keep playing with my kids, pamper them but don't want to get married and have children of their own.” Lusi clucked a little and Amarendra let out a long sigh.

“Apaan, anyway, Brother? Early in the morning, let me have breakfast quietly. The problem of your friend's sister whom you betrothed to me I have said no, you insist, I have to do my own way to reject the girl.” Amarendra was upset and Mommy massaged his tired forehead.

Lusi leaned his shoulders towards his sister. “You made the girl cry, I was out of her brother's protest. What did you say?” Luci glared and Amarendra gulped.

“Bund..” Susi's frustration. “Amarendra makes my friendship on the verge of destruction.” He sighed and Merlin grinned.

While Mommy, much more worried about the girl named Salwa. It's been two weeks, nothing changed? This was many years ago since Amarendra left Kani but never saw Mommy want to open her heart and establish a serious relationship. Amarendra has never seen another beautiful woman even more beautiful and attractive but that does not mean he easily falls in love. Kani is so special in filling the recesses of her heart and soul, not easily replaced or aligned with new ones, but in fact she always lies to herself. He said he hated all the lies and betrayals the woman had committed, had buried deep in his love, no longer wanted to know even hear his name. But there are still feelings of anxiety and sometimes want to find out how he is now.

In a company that occupies the category of one of the position of Multinational Company of the country, Amarendra got out of his car. He stared at his watch, his long legs occasionally running in pursuit of time.

“Good morning, Sir.” The employees said hello, Amarendra just gave a small nod and fixed his uncomfortable tie.

Throughout the hallway, he nodded in response to those greeting. Amarendra took the elevator, headed for the 19th floor. He got out of the elevator, tidied his tidy hair, a man greeted him and Amarendra embraced him, both of whom entered the meeting room where the others had been waiting for a sudden meeting this morning.

Eleven o'clock in his study, Amarendra noticed his laptop screen, his body moving left and right on the chair. Amarendra raised both eyes when the door of his room was broken, but it could be slow, after all he never locks.

“Maren, Papi..” The woman in the bone-white suit was crying and faltering unable to continue. Amarendra got up, grabbed the car keys and the two left in a hurry.

“Bu Kirana!” a woman raised her hand but she got into Amarendra's car.

Arriving at the hospital, Kirana's mother Kemuning was no longer able to be questioned. Kirana's sister came forward and said the painful news. Kirana was crying and staggered, being held back by her sister. His father, Sutan, has died. Even though last night when Amarendra visited, his condition had improved.

Amarendra contacted everyone, the Kirana residence was crowded with mourners. Wreaths of greeting flowers also mourn lined up. Amarendra who installed the front body also carried a coffin. Behind his sunglasses, the sadness of the loss rippled out.

“Sabar.” Mother Sri calms Kemuning who is ready to face her own loss or death. Her husband was sickly and after Amarendra came home last night, her husband said something.

“I want to talk to Amarendra, Sri.” Kemuning.

“Of course Amarendra will not refuse,” reply Mother and Kemuning wipe her cheek.

At night, after Kemuning felt able to speak, Amarendra who asked Mother to remain in the house was still faithfully waiting. I don't know what the woman wants to talk about. Amarendra tried to guess unsuccessfully. He looked back when his back was touched.

“I'm here, Aunt.” Amarendra stared without making an expression.

“Om you cried after you came home that night.” Kemuning looked closely at Amarendra who was so mature then he glanced right-left. “He made a mistake many years ago and it disturbs his soul from feeling guilty. He kept calling the girl's name until finally Om you're gone.” He cried again and the clueless Amarendra only frowned deeply.

“I don't understand, Auntie. I don't know what the problem is, maybe Kirana knows, try asking her.” Amarendra tried to respond well and Kemuning held his hand firmly.

“Caniraras.” Kemuning looked at her heart, as she mentioned the girl's name, Amarendra gasped and then retreated. His eyes could not hide his uneasiness and he was troubled to hear that name.

“I don't know anything, Tan.” Amarendra lowered his head and clenched his hand. “I have to go home, assalamualaikum.”

Amarendra left immediately and Kemuning stared at his departure. Arriving outside, Amarendra came in and regained his head and he massaged his forehead.

“Why should I hear your name again?” Amarendra exhaled a rough breath and started his car engine. Along the way home, he kept on looking at Kani's face, all the good memories, all the events they did together, and Amarendra braked suddenly when he did not pay attention to the road, this completely ruined his mood and shook his great feelings.

“I hate you, yes I hate, until I can't forget you even for a second!” Amarendra drove back to his car, caught his breath, but he couldn't ease his heart thump.