Buntara Rindu
Section 13

His heart was broken, and he was forced to listen to the idol to make his sacred promise to another woman. Difficult to miss muffling the crying that has erupted wants to pour out in the corner of his eyes. Although heavy, but he can do it well, theatrical as if happy, in fact in him hurt.

Nyai Imah delivered the bride in front of her husband. For the first time Adiba touched the hand of a man who was very longing for, kissing the hand of a Gus Reyhan. Unable to bear it, the girl ran away just to dodge, as her cries almost broke. He did not want everyone to be confused to see the abundant tears passing through his cheeks on this happy day.

Miss sitting in a garden gazebo not far from the courtyard of the mosque where everyone screams legitimately at Reyhan's promise to Adiba.

“No, Rin. You should be cool, Gus Reyhan already has a woman he looks after.” Miss muttered to herself, then rubbed her tears, took a deep breath as if preparing and steadying her heart everything was fine.

Setali three money with Miss, Reyhan himself is uncomfortable and certainly uncomfortable. However touching a woman he does not love is like a terrible torment for himself. Reyhan's eyeballs even look for the existence of the look of the look of Rindu. However, he did not find the girl anywhere.

While Missing did not intend to return there, and chose to go home to her grandparents after having a good night with Nyai Imah earlier.

He brought his wounds home, hoping that his grandparents could heal his wounds. At once tell if there is a young man who intends to propose to Miss, although in fact he himself is not sure—if Saka will really return with complete conditions tomorrow.

“Wes ready for you, Nduk? Thanks, yeah. Reyhan has been persuaded to go home.” Nyai Imah seemed to wait for Rindu to pack his goods in the room.

“Njih, Nyai. Long miss rumiyin.” Miss grabbed the hand of the woman who had given birth to Reyhan, and kissed, followed by a gentle swipe at the head of Miss.

“Ati-ati, go home alone first, Reyhan so he can be alone with his wife.” As innocent, the middle-aged woman smiled faintly. Without understanding the feelings of Longing, and although bitter, Miss chose to join the laughter to kill and cover the destruction of her heart.

His legs are giddy, stepping out of the boarding school to a large street, hoping there is a bus that can take him home. However, suddenly a white pajero car stopped right in front of Miss who put on her face. Slowly the windshield of the car opened, revealing the handsome face of a Chinese man who was no stranger to the girl.

“Where are you going, Rin?” he said he sounded very worried.

“Back, Mas. Loh, Saka mas kok here?” Longing back to ask, with the look of his changed face as if his cries that had been unstoppable disappeared.

“I want to go to your wedding,”he replied while grinning for no reason.

“Oh, yes already, monggo in. I'm not going home, waiting for the bus. ”

“Tak anther, Rin. I'm not going to Reyhan's wedding.”

Miss staring fixed figure of the man in the car who was wearing a batik shirt, look handsome like a Korean artist who is often hailed by women.

“Nno need, Mas,” reject Fine miss.

“Loh. I'm here for you. How to ndak ndak.”

I miss hearing the man's words. Does this man really love himself like this? They had only known him for a few weeks. In the mind of the girl, Saka is like a man out there, who only struggles when he wants to pursue, then will lose his sense when it has taken the heart of the woman. Although it does not have strong evidence, but gossip how Saka on campus, a little much to the ears of Miss.

“Ayo to, up!” pinta the man again, Miss is still silent as if she is thinking of something. “Rin!” said Saka again, disperse the daydreams of Long, which suddenly made him raise his head. “Ayo to, even ngalamun.”

“Well, this is delicious. Outside hot, wait for the bus does not come.”

Longing only responded to the man's words with a faint smile then threw away his face as Saka's car started to run.

“Which procedure, Rin?”

“Decet Store Ada, Mas. Later if you want until I say.”

“Loh, do you want during the trip diem-dieman same me?”

Longing to re-engage, making Saka resigned to the treatment of Missing on him. The man was well aware that Miss was indeed in a gloomy mood.

“Sadly no? If you want to cry. You can cry now... in this car.” The gentle voice of the man again greeted the sense of hearing Missing. The girl in the milk chocolate hijab turned her head for a moment, a second and then turned back to face. Yes, he began to feel the water again as if it was going to go back out in his eyes.

Really Miss can't stem, and come back crying without a sound. While Saka can only be silent can not do anything. Want it feels like he hugs the girl, but of course Miss will reject the raw decapan, because the high fortress that Longs to make.

'Is that sad for you, Rin? Until your tears break again for a man who can't fight for you?' His mind was turbulent, he was angry to see the idol feel this kind of pain. Seeing the tears of longing is suffering for her.

ooo

They were across from the shop that I missed. Saka stopped, without wanting to say anything. Until Miss realized it themselves, if they have almost reached home.

Miss jolted, then wiped her tears. “After arrival?” Missing as if to give a rhetorical question, because in fact he himself knows the answer to his question. “In that alley, Mas.” Missing's hand pointed towards the alley just next to the shop that had the two floors. Saka turned back his car and went into the alley that I missed.

After passing two more aisles, then Miss said softly, “Home brown fence yes, Mas.”

Saka rolled his eyeballs looking for the house he missed, until his cornea caught a small house at the end of the alley and Saka stopped there.

Miss wiped her tears, and smiled to herself, as if wanting to kill her grief. He didn't want to look broken in front of his grandparents.

“Attract, Mas?” ask Miss.

“Yes, I want to stop by. Mau talking to walimu.”

Longed to be silent when he was about to open the car door, and turned back to look at the handsome man who was still sitting behind the steering wheel.

“For?”

“Halalin you, tomorrow the day after.”