
Then the days go fast. The day goes on and we grow up to be big, big. Started to meet the bitters of life. So on one of those days, we arrive - suddenly overwhelmed with sadness because of failure or loss. On one of the following days, we were stabbed, slumped, hoping the day would soon pass. Bad days are starting to come. And we never know when he'll come knocking on the door. Yesterday we were still laughing, for tomorrow the day after tomorrow we were stunned, yesterday we are still happy with many things, for tomorrow after falling, being hit hard by life. Painful days.
Forget what has passed. Life goes on, who can make you happy, that's what you deserve. In terms of the feelings I've felt for you, you should indeed remember it as a wound, then I let it pass. Open a new sheet, release it, let it pass. Yesterday has passed. It won't come again. Don't say you should do something. Be a new person, let go of the burden. Today is a new day. What once let pass. Today and tomorrow are the future. Whatever comes to you, it must be God's will.
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A few months later.
Life is a choice. The night changed by morning. The extremely cold night air had been eroded finely by the seemingly morning sun. It woke me up in a slump, giving me hope to stay alive today.
Now I am ready to start my activities today. I immediately put my feet down to meet my Mother.
"For Mother," I said to Mother after being below.
"Bag darling. Are you going to work yet?" No breakfast yet?"
"Mother, it's one - one, Ara is confused as to which way first."
While staring at the watch on her left wrist, "Bun, Ara went to work first, Mother heart - heart at home. Assalamualaikum."
"Wait .. You don't have breakfast?"
"No need Bun, Ara breakfast restaurant only. Ara said to go to work first. Assalamualaikum," I said as I stepped my foot towards my mother and grabbed my hand and kissed her back.
"Vaalaikumsalam. Be careful on the road!"
Now I'm in the car and ready to drive my car to the highway. It didn't take long now that I've arrived at my restaurant's courtyard. I parked my car in the parking lot and got out of the car. Immediately I put my foot into the restaurant. The atmosphere is still early in the morning employees who come there are only a few people. They are busy with their own activities.
Now that I'm in my room, I'm putting my body in my big chair. A few hours later.
Tok ... tok ... (L door sound on tap ).
"Come in" sounds from the inside.
"Czech," the sound of the door opening.
"Sorry Mom, there are guests below who want to all Mothers," said Mala, one of the employees of Bunda restaurant.
"Who's Mala?" ask him.
"One middle-aged woman, one man and one young woman, I don't know who they are" she said."
"Well I'll meet them, please get back to work!"
"Good Mom."
"Who is looking for me, there is no way that Dhaffin and Mommy will be the one who nyari me now Dhaffin again outside the country in the next 1 week just home," I murmured in my heart.
Out of curiosity I stood up and walked out of my room to the bottom. After arriving below I was shocked it turned out that the one who came was Antony, my mother and one young woman I did not know, maybe it was the woman of choice of the mother.
I also walked towards them and as much as possible behaved normally. After being near them, "Assalamualaikum, Mami," I greeted her as I reached for her hand to kiss her.
"Waalaikumsalam," said Mami, Antony and another woman at the same time.
"How are you, when have you come so long we have not said," I asked Mami Yoelitta.
"Thank God as you see, please sit down!" mami Yoelitta.
"Look Ra, we're here to give you this, " while offering you an invitation.
"Yes here! invite your mother and all your employees," said Mami Yoelitta again.
For a moment I looked at the invitation, there was an unusual feeling I was feeling right now, but as much as I could control myself before them, I could not be weak in front of them.
"This is Allah, Ara must have come aunty," said I then who was holding back tears.
Although now I have been with the other, but my heart is still not fully familiar with him, because deep inside my heart is still engraved your name, the name that once filled my days.
"Ara are you okay?" a gentle pat on my shoulder roused me from my daydream.
"Yes Ara's aunt is fine" I said later.
"Oh yes Ara introduce the woman next to Antony is his future wife," said Yoelitta mami again.
"It's good to see you, my name is Ara" I said as I shook my hand.
The woman welcomed my hand and said, "It's nice to meet you introduce my name Zahra."
"Congratulations Antony" I said, looking at Antony, the man I've longed for, but it turns out that the soul mate has not been on our side.
"Thank you still Ara, came yes at our show," he said later.
"Yes we have come home first, want to check all the preparations for the wedding of Antony and Zahra in the next few days," said mami while standing and followed by Zahra and Antony.
"Good aunt - heart on the way," I said as I stood and kissed the back of Aunt Yoelitta's hand.
"Maybe happiness with you is just like a dream, but let the dream be neatly arranged to accompany me in every sleep," I said in my heart.
Coffee is perfect because of its bitter taste, so is love. Just let the word strung in the mind that still does not dare to appear in front of you. But without me realizing it turns out my mind has been far mastered to hope to be with you. I'm just a pointless speck of light in the sparkle out there. But if a dark night wraps on you, I'll be your sun.
I was thinking of disappearing from this world. The world looks so dark and I cry all day. Would I feel better if I disappeared?
When arriving at an intersection and must choose the path that passes. Sometimes, it felt like walking on rocks barefoot, running around in the same place. Falling in heart taught me how to be brave. Also how to be patient when you leave yourself with the choice of your parents.
"Hufffffffff," I exhaled violently. "I've learned now that while those who talk about one's misery are usually hurt, those who keep quiet are more hurt."
"Mala, what's wrong with Ara? And why is he sitting there alone?" ask Fhani to Mala.
"Lack of tau mbak but there was a guest for Ms. Ara. One man, one middle-aged woman and one woman of the same age as Bu Ara" Mala said.
"Who are they Mala?" ask Fhani to Mala.
"Lacking knowledge, I also just met them today and this is the first time" said Mala.
"Have you back to work!" fhani's orders to Mala.
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