TWELVE DAYS OF LOVE

TWELVE DAYS OF LOVE
Chasing Love



The atmosphere of the bus terminal tonight is quite crowded, it seems like many are about to leave for the city. I got a ticket, by choosing a seat next to the driver.


The bus was not yet on, as it was waiting for passengers to fill all seats.


I sat there pensively, remembering the nine days I had spent in the village. Especially remembering himself.


How could I fall in love with her in such a way. How that girl was different in ensnaring my heart.


Oh no! I can't think about it anymore. It's all done. No more hope, no more feelings.


I have to eliminate all of that.


I closed my eyes tightly, hoping to throw away the memories of those nine days.


Tap tap tap ....


Tap tap tap ....


There was the sound of footsteps of someone who seemed to be in a hurry on the bus. But sitting in the front seat next to the driver, I couldn't see what was happening in the passenger seat.


"Excuse me, Sir. Excuse me, Mom." The voice of the woman I faintly heard among her hasty footsteps.


It looks like he's looking for something on the bus.


I faintly heard the woman's voice and steps surrounding the area in the bus. After a while I heard his footsteps coming down the bus through the door that was right behind my chair.


Maybe he was just focused on looking for something in the passenger area so he didn't check the driver's area. Maybe he forgot that there was still one passenger seat next to the driver, I thought.


But what exactly was the woman looking for? Curiosity rattled me to my head to the window, trying to see a new figure coming down from this bus.


A woman walking from behind. I can't see his face.


But ... wait ...! He was wearing a black leather jacket.


And I know that jacket.


My memory floated in the day when me and Cindai ushered in Pure's wedding invitation. It was raining and I gave him the jacket to wear.


I don't know what force pushed my body to instantly stand up and rush down from the bus.


"Scan!"


I made the woman stop walking. He turned to look at me.


"Bang Fadil," he exclaimed.


Along with that, he ran towards me. I splashed my body with his arms.


I don't know why, I welcomed him. Hugged it.


"Don't go, Bang," she said, accompanied by a small sobbing.


"Why?" my many.


"Because I love you" he answered softly.


"What?"


Our embrace is open.


"What did you say?" I repeated the question.


"I love you Fadil Abian." Cindai stared fixedly at my two eyes.


"Aren't you and Grace ...."


"You misunderstood. What's on your mind isn't what's really going on."


"You mean ...."


"The Grace knows how I feel about you. I have told you everything, that I have fallen in love with you. That you were the one who was betrothed to me since infancy."


"You ... already know?"


"Yes. I told you this afternoon. Actually, I was reluctant to watch that football game, but my mother told me to leave. Mother said if Kampung Manggis wins, she will tell about my childhood soul mate. That's why once the game is over, I'll be home soon."


Cindai paused for a moment, looking at me softly.


"Well you, how happy it is to know my little soul mate is you, Fadil Abian, the man who made me fall in love in just a few days of encounter. I am happy because the two people I love are the same person. I love you without ever knowing who you are. But it turns out that in the real world, even fall in love with you," he continued.


My eyes looked at him with love. Indeed every word that came out of his lips made the turmoil in my chest even more turbulent. The crater of my love is overflowing.


"At that time, I'd like to see you soon. However, Bang Mercy came just as I was about to leave. He had indeed come to ask the answer to his proposal. But at that time I also told him about my feelings for you," he explained again.


"Is he angry with you?" my many.


Cindai shook his head and said,


"No, he understood. Bang Grace understands that love is sacred, it cannot be forced."


"Then ... which I saw it ...?"


"Something called me then. Ratna's mother, my best friend, told me that Ratna was in the hospital. He asked me to come with Bang Rahmat. Ratna is-"


"An ex-lover of Grace?" I interrupted.


"You know what?"


I'm nodding. "Then?" continue many.


"Ratna has KDRT. Her husband is now being held at the Police Station. Ratna's mother said that Ratna asked to meet with Bang Rahmat. At first Bang Rahmat refused to go there, I begged him until he agreed. Maybe ... That's what you saw."


I'm speechless. True said mamak, what we see is not necessarily what actually happened. Jealousy at that time not only burned my heart, but also my mind.


Curse both palms Scan. Grasping it.


"I'm sorry too. Makes you feel this worry. We were in the hospital until night. Reuniting Bang Rahmat with Ratna was my pent-up wish. I don't think that's possible. But destiny is written. I know they both still love each other very much. After this, Ratna will be suing for her husband's divorce. If Allah wills, I hope that Bang Mercy and Ratna can be reunited."


"Just like our destiny?" My grip is getting tighter.


Scan nodded and blushed.


"Then how did you get here?" ask again.


"At home, I tried to call you but your phone was off. I put on this jacket and ran to your house, looking for you. But Mamak says you've been to the terminal, about to return to the city. When I asked Mamak the truth about us being a childhood mate, Mamak confirmed. He also said that you already know it and told me why you didn't tell me. At that time I could not say anymore. Then go and run. Luckily there was Bang Mono who was riding a motorcycle through, I asked him to take her here. I checked all the passengers on the bus, looking for you. But didn't find you. Did you know .. earlier I was very afraid, if you have left then you will forget me. I'm afraid .. You won't love me anymore. Afraid you don't"


I stopped Scan's words by putting my right palm in her mouth. Though my real wish is to keep his mouth shut with a kiss.


But no. .. I don't have it completely.


"Nobody will lose because we'll be together forever" I said.


A moment later I knelt before him while grasping both his hands.


"Duhai Cindai Alina, a beautiful name meaning silk cloth from heaven, I Fadil Abian hereby ask you to be a part of my life. Will you accompany my future, fill it with love and happiness? Will you stand by me, be the only woman in my heart? Living as a husband and wife?"


I proposed to Cindai.


He smiled happily, but there was a day there. Tears flowed from both corners of her eyes.


Cindai nodded.


"Yes. I want to," he answered softly.


A moment after Cindai said a boisterous applause. I and Cindai looked around, apparently there were already many people surrounding us.


Of course we were not aware of the presence of the spectators. But I looked at their faces. Some were smiling, others were rubbing their eyes.


Cindai and I looked at each other, laughter was inevitable. After all it felt shame to also be such a spectacle.


Soon I took back my backpack on the bus, grabbed and clasped Cindai's hand, and took her running.


Leave the terminal. He took her home to share this happy news with our family.


Or even to the whole world.


My beloved, my eyes .....


When this heart is like a withered flower.


Feels dry, no more spirit to grow.


Like sand on the beach.


Totally dry….


But then, without ever knowing it,


that the sun still exists.


The sky is not always dark.


There's a nutrient that regrows, though,


the spirit of life in love and love….


Love and love….


From meaningful eyes.


From the beautiful hope of dreams.


Of loyalty and honesty.


A lover….


My beloved....


Stay by my side, please,


this flower of love continues to grow.


Give our world beautiful colors.


The smell of happiness.


And never be separated.


You come like the sun.


Gives light and warmth.


Never stop shining, though,


a heart made for you.


And always say .. I love you ....


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Fadil and Cindai's love journey is not over here. There are still three days before twelve days. A lot of things happened in those three days.


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