YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 8

The sense of uneasiness is clearly visible on the face of Umi Firman, he was a little unsure of the proposal last week.

His eyes looked at the woman who was the same age as him, a sense of awkwardness could be seen from the eyes of mama Hanum.

Umi greased her own lips, "Mak," her eyes stared at the table in front of her, "Where? Same Hanum?."

Mama took a deep breath, as if the answer she was about to give would not solve this problem. However, that was all he accepted.

"On that, I don't know. You see, how many times have I asked, Hanum just replied, if a soul mate, must meet."

Umi smiled faintly, "Please, yes, Ma'am. To be given certainty, it is not good to hang the same proposal answer."

Mama just smiled, she really understood what Umi felt.

"Then I say yes," Umi's feet stood from her seat, "Greetings to Hanum."

The disappointment Umi gets for her son. He did not know how, the shortcut was just to be patient and wait.

*****

"Assalammualaikum, Ma."

Mama just stared at her daughter back home from school, "Wa'alaikumsalam, son. Come here, baby."

Hanum stepped small towards his mother, a faint face visible in the curvature of his eyeballs.

"Son, um Firman is here" said Mama. His hand was holding tightly to his daughter, his feelings expecting certainty from his daughter's lips.

"Ish," Hanum stared dislikefully at her mother's question, "Hanum already said. Later, if Hanum was dating, I'd meet."

"Here you go," Hanum's eyes turned to look at the ceiling of his house, "If Umi asks what his proposal is, say it. If you can't wait, just cancel."

"Son!" Mama's intonation is getting higher, her daughter's behavior is too trivial, "It's about marriage, not dating."

His feet went away, "Hanum needs school, wants work, not marriage. Besides, age is not enough either."

"You whisper? Tell umi or the Word to wait."

"Hanum's tired, Ma. Please!."

*****

"Mi," called the Word, his eyes did not find his umi.

"Eye."

"Yes, son," he said, smiling sweetly after coming out of the kitchen.

Word's eyes stared softly, "Mi, next week. Word's a graduate, Word's out of town, huh?."

"Son," he said, "If you go out of town, what about umi?."

It was clear on his face, worried about his son.

Firman smiled sweetly, his hands turned to his common cheeks, "umi follow the Word."

The big question mark is in the mind of the uminya, the Word captures what he thinks.

"Umi, still thinking about the proposal?," he just fell silent, "Here you are, Hanum has chosen a better man than me."

Tears were breaking in the eyelids of the umi, her heart was so sick that it could not realize the wishes of her son. Sure enough, the once strong heart of the Word now collapsed instantly.

"I'm sorry, son. Umi can't make it happen yet."

The sobbing was clearly heard in the ears of the Word, "Umi. I do not expect to have to realize what the Word wants," said the Word.

Repeatedly Word wiped the tears of umi. He is so mean, he does not want usi to feel more guilty just like this. To him, this was his problem.

Geck.. Geck..

Firman's eyes were round, his five ears pointed at his door, "Word see first, Mi."

His feet went to the door of his house, his hands clutching the doorknob, pressing him down.

He was greeted with a beautiful smile behind the door, the woman he had been waiting for all this time.

"Assalammualaikum" said the girl.

"Waalaikumsalam," his eyes traced the curvature of the girl's face, "Please enter, Hanum."

"Hmm," the girl smiled forcefully at the look on her face, "No need, just here."

Hanum stared intently at the man who proposed to her last week, "Fir, for your answer. I don't know for sure, I hope you'll wait for him."

I don't know. The determination, as well as the feeling of the Word is now back again. A sense of happiness was engraved on his face, although this did not relieve his heart.

"I'll keep waiting. If you don't want to, it's okay."

The girl lowered her head, she did not know what to do anymore.

"Chat for a minute, yuk," bargained the Word, he gave a little bonus smile to his girl.

He nodded, his smile curving round on his cheeks. It's been a long time that the Word longed for this story, laughing together, telling stories.

The longing of the past now embraces the minds of Hanum and the Word. They miss the figure of the person in front of him as before, their distance yesterday was only a barrier to the Word.

The white shirt has been neatly attached to the body of the man who has since still justified the collar of his shirt. The black coat buttoned so neatly on the shirt he wore, the sweet smile was partly a bonus from the reflection of his shadow.

This is what is expected, the graduation of his school and also the answer from his girl. He had been waiting for a long time, and this was the right day for him.

Word sat among his companions, a beautiful smile painting on the man's face. His eyeballs headed towards the beautiful girl at the end of the stage, the green toska shirt so matched on his skin.

The students were already called on stage, there were only two more people to name them. Shakiness enveloped the body of the Word, sweat drenched its temples.

"Firmansyah's Word."

His feet rose from his seat, a confident smile already emanated smoothly. He became the spotlight for the woman there, his feet stepped firmly and so gallant.

His feet scoured the small staircase beside the stage, a sweet smile flashed across his face. In his mind right now, just waiting for the answer of his beloved girl.

Little rewards and memories clasped tightly in the hands of the Word. His heart beat so fast, after his name was called there was a girl he loved up the stage.

"Siti Hanum Anggraini."

A embarrassed smile, that was what flashed across Hanum's face. Graceful footsteps, luring the gaze of the entire room to look at him.

His feet, which were wearing shoes about 4 cm high, made his steps slower and more graceful. A sweet smile flashed, a nervous look did not escape him.

"Hanum," shouted one young man, he was no less in the spotlight for women.

Hanum turned, "What's the matter?."

"Hmm, here I will talk," The man approached Hanum, his hand clasping so tightly, "Hanum, sawf manners?"

*Note : Sawf takazawajani \= will you marry me.

Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, for Hanum and also the Word. They were both shocked by Bagas who did, but did not mean the same.

Hanum smiled sweetly, then gave a small nod. He felt happiness second to none, he was proposed by the man he loved.

Not with the Word, his heart is broken and fragile. His eyes were teary, his lips were trembling. His vocal cords seemed to disappear suddenly, he could not stop all this.

His legs were getting so hard, his heart seemed to be pierced by so many spears. Jealousy, disappointment, anger stirred into one. Unable to see the painful spectacle, he decided to leave the show.

While Hanum was still happy, he had forgotten about the man afterwards. The man who proposed to her, who was waiting for an answer from her.

"Son," called mama in the chair not far from where she was sitting.

"Yes, Ma?"

"What about the Word, son?"

His smile faded away instantly, his heart as if it had stopped beating. He forgot what he promised, Hanum was so anxious and scared.

"Where is he?"

He ran away from the show just like that, many eyes looking at him. A sense of regret had enveloped his body.

"Word, Word," cried Hanum, his feet still tracing all over the school.

His eyes did not find the person he wanted, his tear dam broke. Now there is a mistake that condemns him, he is so stupid.

"Don't cry" Hanum turned to the source of the voice, "You're not wrong, I'm wrong."

A smile was forced to flashed across the man's face, his hands repeatedly rubbing his face. He didn't expect it to be like this, a sense of disappointment and pain.

"I'm sorry."

"Make what?" the Word raised his eyebrows, "this is already done."

"Me," her eyes glazed over, the girl lowered her head, "My me, su-dah, me-ki-ti-mu."

"I've been sick enough, but I've been feeling this pain for a long time. You tau? How much I learned to persevere without you, seeing you happy with others, it was hard for me to accept reality. And now, what injury is this that you're doing? What wounds did you just scratch? What wounds, Hanum? Say."

The sobbing that the Word heard, he desperately wanted to hug the girl. But he was very hurt to her.

"If you have never, or absolutely do not love me. Never give me hope, which makes me now endure deep wounds. I want to justify you, and really, make you my wife."

The girl's tongue was instantly stiff, her eyes were teary, her feelings were chaotic. His spine was still staring at the man in front of him, he didn't know what to do after this.

The man took a rough breath, "If your apologies can change everything, I want to make my race for you disappear. Disappeared, until there was nothing left," her eyeballs rose, trying not to tear down, "But unfortunately, your apologies only add to the wound. And, please go."

His footsteps were giddy, the man was trying to be fine. The feeling was shattered, according to him all his hopes had been lost, vanished.

The girl was still in sadness, she knew what the person she rejected felt. But, he did not want the man to accompany his life.

Can't fix it anymore, it's a bad thing Hanum did for life. What a waste he deserves right now, the sadness is deep.

*****

His body was lying on his bed, the man smiled disappointedly. His brain still remembered so cruel the world to him, his tears were breaking so hard.

Men cannot cry. The bombing seemed unable to make him stop his tears, not regret but disappointment.

The confidence he made, the determination so unanimous. Now it has been smashed to pieces, the person he wants to marry in the arms of someone else.