The Unfinished Love

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Mininya and take the shirt and pants joget grey next after that Khalilah perform dhuhur prayer which is always reminded mother to Never forget any condition except in the state of the holy.

Gibran parked his car in front of a special cemetery where Omanya was buried eight years ago. Some people seem to be doing the same thing with him, making a pilgrimage to their family's grave.

Gibran stopped in front of a small shop that usually sold flowers for pilgrimages as well as a bottle of water. Gibran bought a small basket of flowers and a bottle of water and walked into the cemetery area that looked neat and clean.

Walking between the paths to eat Omanya, Gibran spread his gaze towards the evening sky which began to redden. He was a bit late because it turned out that the state of the company owned by his family had a lot to fix, he had to fix, many reports were ambiguous that Gibran had to bring some of his work home because he still had plans to visit the tomb of Omanya.

Gibran arrived at the beautiful navel by the name of Narti bint Mustafa on his headstone. Squatting down then he began to sprinkle the flowers that he had bought and then water the grave of Omanya with water a bottle that he also bought earlier.

Gibran then stroked the headstone while bowing his head sending Al-fatihah to Omanya. With a smile, he began to say hello.

"Assalamu'alaikum Oma, kangen is not the same Gibran?," he said opening his voice. Oma, Gibran is now no longer a little Gibran, now Gibran is more handsome you know Oma," he continued smiling considering how Omanya always praised his good looks. He said he would become a candidate for the heart of the girls when he grew up. And it seems like what he said was true. During these eight years Gibran never opened his heart to one girl even though many of his classmates now like to secretly send greetings or letters to him. The reason is one, there is a heart that he takes care of for someone.

Oma, Gibran misses Oma, sorry if you can visit again now. Oma how are you? May Oma there be calm and peaceful always, but do not look for new grandchildren yes, later Gibran can be jealous," he smiled.

Old Gibran spilled all what he wanted to tell Omanya until the day began to approach the magrib.

Oma, Gibran went home first yes already want magrib. Gibran will come again. Assalamu' alaikum Oma, "greetings then stood with plastic flower bags and empty water bottles. Walk back down the path and throw up the y to the trash can provided inside the cemetery area.

Walking out the gate, he met the father who was in charge of guarding and cleaning the tomb in the area and Gibran reprimanded him while giving a little thank you for taking care of the tomb of Omanya so far.

Although he initially refused under the pretext that he was on the salary but because Gibran forced the old man finally accepted it and said thank you and responded to Gibran with a nod and a faint smile on his lips.

The echoing sound of the Adhan made Gibran postpone his return and walk towards the mosque opposite the cemetery area.

Gibran may live eight years in the land of the people but he never forgets his Omanya message to never delay his prayers.

Gibran sat on the terrace of the mosque while taking off his shoes and socks. For a moment there was a smile curling on his face. This mosque really makes anyone who performs prayers there aware that only their worship later accompanies them in the grave. Contrast however that was what he could feel at this moment. At least by looking at your worship cemetery can be more solemn.

Is Gibran going out again? No dinner at home?," asked Bik Sumi when she saw her young master who had just an hour ago now looked neat and was getting ready to go out again.

Sorry Sumi, I have plans tonight. Just enjoy what makes Sumi cook with Sholeh sir and Said sir, our security," Gibran replied as he tidied up the long sleeve folds of his clothes that he rolled my side.

"Where are you going?" asked Bik Sumi.

It was time to meet someone who was the occupant of his heart... Gibran whistled while starting his car. The security of his house quickly opened the gate as the luxury car drove out the gate.

Several blocks of Gibran stopped his car in front of the Khalilah mansion, parked it and got out of his car.

In the view of the two-story house. It looked so dark as if there was no life in it. Only garden lights and patio lights are lit.

Moving closer to the gate of the house Gibran was startled with an inscription hanging in front of the gate of the house. For Sale ? Why did he not see a sign that the house in front of him was to be sold ?

Gibran peeked inside the gate, no one ? Does the Khalilah no longer live in that house?, asked Gibran. So where is the girl now ?

Find who mas?," scolded someone who made Gibran turn his body quickly.' Mas want to buy his house?," asked the fat man wearing a security uniform.

Sorry sir, Since when is this going to be sold?," asked Gibran.

"Since two years ago but until now no one has bought. Perhaps the most expensive of times," he answered while twitching his shoulders. " Want to buy?" he asked again but Gibran shook his head.

Where did Mr Bramastya's family move, sir?" asked Gibran kepo.

This house now belongs to his former wife, Mr. Bram, the divorce time was given to Bu Ajeng," he replied, making Gibran stunned. Divorced ?

"When is the picture, sir?" asked Gibran again. His heart ached considering how Khalilah felt with the divorce of his parents.

It was a long time ago, like almost seven or eight years ago," the man replied, playing a hanger containing several keys.

Oh, my God, that means when he has to go to the Aussie. Gibran felt pain in his heart because there was no near Khalilah when the divorce of his parents became a place to complain like before when he felt sad to receive the report but without parents.

Gibran needs to know the full story. Maybe he can ask Sumi's bik.

"Thank you for the information. I say goodbye first," Gibran said, nodding politely intending to get to his car but he turned his back quickly.

You know where you live now?" asked Gibran expectantly.