This Story is called Love
Chapter 8 CV
Arriving at home Arsen was immediately greeted by Diana and Irtiza who were hoping for anxiety. Afraid if he is sprayed or even harassed by Qanita, and certainly will lead to deeper wounds and desire of an Arsenio to have Qanita.
Especially Diana really wants her son to live his life again without the shadow of Qanita who has been following him for years. But what to say, as if fate still wants Arsen like that, like he is today.
“Assalamualaikum.” Arsenic.
“Waalaikummussalam.” Diana and Irtiza answered in unison, from the direction of the TV front room.
“Where to ? She wants to meet you ?” Diana asked worriedly.
“Alhamdulillah want to ma. Arsen to the room first yes ma, dek.”
Seeing Arsen's face fluffy such a smile, made Diana tear up. How not, for a long time he did not see his son smile as wide and after that. Arsen was climbing the stairs that led him to his room.
“Hopefully that smile will be back soon. Mama misses mama's child who is a petty, not her who roars in silence.” Inner Diana.
In the room, Arsen was unceasingly smiling. Recalling the word carefully from Qanita's mouth. Ah, really such a simple word was able to make him fly high.
“Eh, number is Qanita.” Talk to yourself and rush to see your sister.
Half ran and found Irtiza who was already in her room. “Caaa, deeek.” Opens with a rough set of Irtiza's room door.
“Astagfirstaladzim, kakaaaaak.” No less screaming.
“Sorry, sorry, ngagetin well deck. I asked for Qanita's number. Can you send to me now ?” Ask Arsen enthusiastically.
“Iya, it's already there. I want to sleep.”
“Iye, iye cempreng.” Arsen said as he closed Irtiza's room.
Upon arriving in the room, he quickly grabbed the HP that was on the table beside his bed. He saw a message from Irtiza that sent the girl number requested by him. Again his smile expands on Arsen's handsome face. Iapun save the number with the name “Qa”, like he called Qanita all this time. Then type her first message for Qanita.
“Assalamualaikum Qa, it's me Arsen.”
For a long time the girl responded to Arsen's message, and during that time her cold sweat was relentlessly pouring from her forehead and a little nervous about the reply of the message from the girl she loved.
However, what to say. The message sent by Arsen was unrequited. Unless it is just read. Arsen felt quite disappointed with it, and as he was about to close the chat application. He was quite surprised when Qanita's profile can now be seen, indicating that his number has been stored in contact with Qanita. Seen profile of the girl, it turns out wise words.
No matter how much you love or hate something. In the end, you will be subject to His provisions that apply to you.
Arsen smiled indicating that he understood and agreed to the sentence.
“Yes Allah, may the greatness of my love for your servant _not exceed the magnitude of my love for You and Your Messenger _Mu. If my struggle in the future is getting harder to get his love, strengthen me Yes Robb.” Arsenic murmured softly, and went from the bed to wash his face, then berwudhu and perform the prayer witir.
***
Qanita who entered her house now gets a smile that looks like teasing from her mother and three brothers. But he did not really care about it, put the parcel on the dining table and bring the cup containing Arsen drink was to the sink.
“That's what sister ?” Nazeen asked while pointing at the parcel he had brought earlier.
“Cookies from Arsen earlier.” Moving it into the plate.
“Cookies love ni uh.” Nazeen's temptation returned, and caused minor rascals from Maya, Syiffa, and Fateeh. While the father just smiled a little and continued his reading.
“Apaan the hell you deck.” Then bring a plate full of cookies to where family members gather. Take one, then walk to the room.
Arriving in the room, he opened the door that led to the balcony. He sat down and thought back to Maya when she called him to meet Arsen. It's still so clear in his memory.
Flashbacks
There was a knock from outside his room, he got up from his seat and put down his reading book and opened the door.
“Anit, Arsen below want to meet you dear.”
“Anit don't want bu.”
“Anit, look carefully mother son's eyes. You can hate him with hate as much as he loves. But you remember everyone deserves a second chance. It's not like I don't know how she's been tortured enough by how she's been feeling for you all these years, son. I also know that he once expressed his feelings to you, right, a year before he decided to go to college outside the city. You rejected him outright for your reason that he was a bad man and did not deserve your love.
“And she often has to change boyfriend mom. Anyway also Anit does not want to date.” While still looking at her mother's eyes deep.
“You don't want to date doesn't mean you're being rude to her. Often changing girlfriends, yes mom knows that. Dear qanita, you don't know what her heart is. You have no right to punish him to this extent because of his past. That is the prerogative that Power wants. Look at you now, son, until now you hated him. Does it bring profit to you ? No no, what is now you even slowly break the rope with him. Meet him son, hear what he wants to deliver. At least appreciate his good intentions.” Maya rubs lovingly the tip of Qanita's head while smiling and leaves her son's room.
***
Either because of the night wind, or thinking about his mother's words earlier made him drip some clear liquid from his eyes. He saw the cookies that had been grasped, bitten little by little with an uncertain feeling. The night is getting late and the air is getting cold. He decided to enter the room and closed the balcony door. Take the HP from earlier on on the bed and open it. There was a message from an unknown number. He opened it and found out that the unknown number was Arsen's number, the man who had visited his house a few moments ago.
Without the intention of retaliating, he simply kept his number and put his HP back in its original place. Walking to the bathroom to clean up is also ablution then pray to calm his feelings a little chaotic. Either because of her mother's speech or her meeting with Arsen tonight.
After praying, go to the dressing table to wear night cream and others. Back his eyes looked at some neatly stacked brown maps. He then sighed forcefully as if something was propping up in his chest.
“I don't know how long this map has been on my desk. I don't even intend to open anything else to read it. Looks like tomorrow I have to talk to dad.” Qanita muttered to herself.
Put the map back to its original place, and choose to go to his bed.
***
Qanita woke up before the dawn adhan, opened the door of his room and meliaht the father was sitting waiting for the morning prayer and his two sons.
“Dad, can Qanita talk to dad for a while ?” Soft question.
“Speak son. About what ?” abdillah replied with a gentle look at her daughter.
“Dad, please kindly convey Qanita's apology to the one who sent CV Ta’arufnya on Anit well. Please convey Anit's apology as much as possible, because Anit can not accept Ta’arufnya.” He spoke softly while looking down unable to see the father.
“Alright son, if that's your choice. I can't force him. God willing, my father will deliver it. We went to the mosque first. Assalamualaikum.” Abdillah stood up from his seat, when he saw that his two sons were ready to go to the mosque.
***
A few days after Arsen and Qanita's meeting nothing changed. Arsen was still with her smile fluffy, Qanita was still cold and cold, but on her face was a bit of relief after revealing what was holding her back a moment ago to her father.
Abdillah and her two sons, also Saad, are in the mosque with their two sons. Arsen was reading A-Qur’an while waiting for the Adhan Isya, Abdillah and Saad were chatting with one of the ustadz, while Fateeh, Nazeen, and Azel were busy with three chatter.
Sometimes Arsen saw his papa who was busy chatting, until when he could not take his eyes off the three men who were older than him.
“Pak Abdi, please give this to your daughter, Qanita.” Ustadz said while giving a brown map to Abdillah's hand.
Seeing that Abdillah can already know the contents of the map. “Pardon me in advance mr. ustadz, it looks like my daughter has not thought of establishing a relationship with the opposite sex.”
Hearing Abdillah's words made Saad turn to his son, who now also looked at him. Before long Arsen, back to see the Qur’an in his hand and continue reading. There is pain in Arsen's chest, seeing CV Ta’aruf to be given to Qanita, and also Abdillah's speech earlier. A look of sadness on Arsen's face.
“I understand sir, but I only convey the mandate of a young man who wants to establish a relationship with his father's daughter. Please accept this mandate sir.” Ustadz said with a smile.
Abdillah just smiled and accepted the brown map.
“Arsen.”
Someone called out his name and reached out to help Arsen stand up.
