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21 IS UP
“Everything related to the world is only temporary”.
The afternoon breeze blew so quietly shaking the grass. The air is very fresh, birds chirping decorate the trees whose leaves are flying in the wind.
A woman wiped her tears that almost fell. He looked sad to see a name written on a piece of wood.
He repeatedly rubbed the wood that stood stuck in the mound of land decorated with flowers of various colors. The money is also as fragrant as typical smelled.
“Sister Nadia. Brother's fine there. Mira will take care of grandma.” Mira said in a half-sitting position in front of her sister's navel.
Mira continued to stroke her sister's headstone lovingly. Nadia Ghanisa Ali Rahman, her brother's name is written very beautifully on the tombstone. Mira could not help her grief, but she continued to try not to drop her tears.
The Yogi beside her just silently looked at her brother. Again, Mira rubbed her tears about to fall, then she hugged her youngest sister so warmly as an escape to throw away her sadness.
Her father and mother did not allow Mira to go alone for the pilgrimage to Nadia's grave, so Mira invited her younger brother to accompany her.
“Nad. As your request, I'll take care of Mira. Next week we will get married.” Said Alan in front of him. They sprinkle flowers then berto’a together.
Mira looks beautiful by using a black robe that matches her veil. While Alan looks handsome by using a plain dongker colored shirt. Her hair was brushed neatly to the left.
When they finished, they both left the funeral. Mira looks at the clock on the back of her left hand, showing it at five in the afternoon.
There's no sign of rain. The weather that afternoon still looked bright. The rest of the sunlight is still visible, although only partially reddened.
Next week is their wedding day. The stairs were set, and preparations were made. That afternoon, Mira as well as Alan looked awkward to talk.
“Mas Alan.” Sapa Mira arriving at the parking lot stopped Alan's steps.
“Iya, what's up?” Alan turned his body fulfilling the call.
“I'm the same Yogi will go home by taxi only.” Mira.
“Why? I can take you home, I happen to bring Om Indra.” Reply Alan. Mira just kept quiet while bowing her head.
“Kak, let's go home,” Invite Yogi. It's getting dark, the night is coming soon.
“Good then. You wait here, I'll get you a taxi first.” Alan does not want to force Mira to want to go home with him using Indra's car.
Alan learned a lot from Nia, after a few days of many events that happened, Alan looks calmer and able to control himself. He knows that everyone has principles that he should respect.
After getting a taxi for Mira and Yogi, Alan returns to the parking lot to meet them.
“It's soon dark, I'll follow you from behind.” Said Alan. Mira just nodded.
Alan compensated for the speed of the Taxi Mira was riding from behind. Soon, the day turned dark perfectly. The night has come with its darkness. Some street lights are turned on one by one to help road users pass. Mira secretly sees Alan from the rearview mirror of the Taxi she was riding in.
Mamah is Calling …
“Hallo, mah.”
“Alan where are you? Did you not come home yet?”
“Alan again between Mira home, mah. Last pilgrimage to Nadia.”
“Yes, be careful on the road. If you have, go straight home.”
“Prospective bride do not wander mulu.”
“Yes, mah.”
Nia looks very worried about her son. Next week is the first wedding in the family. Nia desperately wished her husband could come to see her son's wedding. But, that's something impossible.
The taxi stopped right in front of Mira's yard. Sharifah and Rahmi are seen waiting at the door of the house. Alan got out of the car driving Mira to the front door.
“Mira, are you taking a taxi? Not with Alan,” Rahmi said.
“Mas Alan is not yet Mira's husband, bu” Reply Mira so plain.
“Next week you guys are getting married.” Rahmi smiled a little.
“That's next week, bu.” Answer Mira.
“So you want to get married now?” Rahmi Goda.
“Ibuuu.” Mira grumbled at her mother.
“Nothing, ma'am. The important thing is Mira to get home safely.” Tukas Alan's.
Mira looks reluctant to see Alan's face despite occasionally stealing the view from the corner of his eye.
Next sunday. The young man whose name he has kept in the Qur'an’an his will be a priest in his prayers. He will be a friend for the rest of his life.
Next sunday. The young man who was the older brother of the child he hit the other day would become her husband.
“Alan let's go in first, we have dinner together.” Ajak Syarifah's.
“Sorry, grandma. Mom asked me to come home quickly.” Answer Alan.
“Maclum, mom. Candidate for the bride, can not be too long outside.” Rahmi Goda. Alan managed to make it wrong behavior, he scratched his head which was actually not itchy.
Suddenly the rain fell so thin.
“Ya already, you are careful on the road.” Syarifah. Then Alan left Mira's house.
“Mas Alan,” Not yet in the car. Mira stops Alan and runs to him with a parcel.
“What's up?” Alan said while holding back rainwater using his hands. With a swift look, Alan welcomes Mira's arrival, holding back the rain that fell on Mira's head using his other hand.
“This is a parcel for Mamah.” Mira said while giving the parcel to Alan.
“Whose friend?” Reply Alan. Mira was silent for a moment.
“Maternity Mas Alan lah.”
“Not Your Mom?” Mira just smiled so sweetly. Alan managed to make Mira misbehave.
“Yes now Mas Alan is home, it's night.” Mira changes Alan's hand to hold rain water over his head. Alan was just smiling.
“Don't forget next week.” Added Mira.
“What's next week?” Temptation Alan. Mira frowned.
“Iya. See you next week.” Reply Alan. Mira raised both of her cheeks smiling so sweetly took off Alan.
The night is getting late. Instantly the rain fell so heavily that it washed the streets of Bandung. The night air was getting colder coupled with the arrival of rainwater.
It reminds us of something, that everything related to the world is only temporary. Like a sunny day, it turns into a cold night of rain.
Like Mira who was originally a stranger, now a woman who will always accompany every step of Alan.
