Husband For Keara
Prologues

Keara stood staring among the crowd of people who were covered in grief. Grief is left by loved ones. A person who during his life always be kind, think positive, and become a bright lantern for his family and those closest to him. At least, that's Keara's assessment of the body that was just a few minutes ago buried.

In front of the mound of red earth that was still wet. The fragrance of the flowers brings it to rest in peace. All bowed down, accepting the loud prayers recited by Gus Amir. Ustadz was a role model for someone behind the tomb. The late one who sholeh, and diligently deepened religious knowledge. Frequently follow Gus Amir's studies and lectures anywhere. Not expecting, gus Amir was now the one who changed to come to him and pray for him.

The sun crawled down gracefully. Emitting a reddish glow covered in dark cloudiness. Black birds fly and then fly overhead. More and more hinting the rain that is getting closer to greet the earth.

One by one the mourners resigned after Amir's gus ended the chants of his prayer. But Keara's still pecking. His body refused to move. The soul in the tomb still wanted his presence.

Farida, a mother whose heart and soul are deeply wounded, sends her beloved son who goes before her, to the final resting place, and is still left there with Keara. With a face filled with sweat, his large and fat body, warped with deep sorrow. He must be supported by his eldest son, Mas Adi to be able to stand upright.

The sun increasingly inched down to form and the blazing light no longer felt fierce. Plus a cloud that almost closed the golden light of twilight. Delivering the decay of drizzling circles from the sky of the horizon.

Mas Adi tightened his hold on the mother's shoulder. Sues without a word that it is time to go home and let the baby who has left. He according. But before leaving, Farida approached Keara. He understood, the pain of this young girl was also quite deep. And saw Keara never leave the navel, rising pity in his little heart.

"K, I'm sorry Rizky.. He can't fulfill his pledge to marry you next month." Ms. Farida shrunk her snot. "Take care, let the grave be roomed. And K can also continue to live a better life.. I always pray for K to meet a better mate soon.."

Ms. Farida hugged Keara. And shed his sadness. The two of them put to each other's cries, and close to each other strengthen each other.

"Already, Buk. and you K. do not cry. Poor Rizky.. He is not calm if his two favorite women have not let him down" said Mas Adi. Mas Risky's eldest brother.

Bu Farida and Mas Adi left the cemetery not far from their home. Ms. Farida reminded that Keara also came home soon. Remembering the afternoon that has moved closer to night and drizzle drizzle increasingly concentrated.

Keara just nodded. But in fact after the death of Bu Farida, Keara actually sat down with arms holding a tombstone. The gravestone engraved the name of a person so close to Keara's heart. Which should say ijab qabul and justify it in a month. But that plan and hope are buried with the man's body. Unable to be prevented by Keara.

The gravestone reads the name, Rizky Aditama Putra. The man who was just buried. That broke Keara's heart a bit.

Keara recalls her last meeting with Rizky. That night, Rizky just got home from her office. He worked late until 8 p.m. Instead of going home, Rizky instead bought a sweet martabak of cheese chocolate flavor and took it to Keara's house. For three days he did not meet the sweet girl. He really misses K.

"Didn't papa K, mas come at this hour?" rizky said at the time.

"Got papa is mas.. There's Arman's mom and mom inside, too."

"Thank God.. I miss you." Rizky smiled. The contagious smile on K that instantly carved out a smile as well.

Whether premonition or not, that night K felt Rizky was very handsome, his face clean and bright. Her smile is sweet and soothing. But it should be a tired face. Because he just got home late.

'Ah. It seems because I miss Mas Rizky.. Three days did not meet because he was busy at the office every time it approached the annual SPT deadline.. To the point that I pangling. My Rizky is handsome. What's so weird..?' inner K in the heart.

Mas Rizky spent time chatting on the porch of the house with Keara, while eating the sweet martabak he had brought. Mas Arman, K's only brother, also had time to greet Rizky and talk about his ripple every time approaching the annual SPT tax report deadline.

At 10 p.m., Rizky said to go home. Keara drove him to the front of the fence of his house. Patiently waiting for her future husband to wear a jacket, riding his Honda CBR, then preparing to wear a full face helmet. But before the handsome face was covered in a helmet, Rizky turned her head back to K, and curled a sweet smile on her face. His eyes sparkled, making K amazed to receive his radiance.

"K, I love you so much." said Rizky suddenly, making K blush, happy immeasurably.

"I am also the same.. Be careful on the road.." K extended his hand to salim the future husband. After that, Rizky did not wear a helmet. As if something was holding back her thought, but it was difficult to convey the tongue.

"K, um...."

"Why?"

A few seconds Rizky was silent.just looked at Keara unanswered. Until he finally decided to stop it.

"You're taking a break. It's late. No need to wait until home.. Later on your WA when you're home."

Keara just nodded. Although curious, he chose to hold his question.

Rizky smiled, looked so handsome and bewitched Keara's sense of sight. Keara's heart seemed to beat with a faster rhythm. Rizky's sweet smile still radiated through her net, although now the black full face helmet covered most of her face. Keara waved her hand as Rizky's big motor started roaring and moving away.

Who would have thought that the beautiful smile carved on Rizky's handsome face that night was the last smile Keara saw? The expression of affection that is spoken also as their farewell greetings. And Keara really does not need to wait for Rizky to get home, because Rizky in fact will never again be able to send a message until he arrives home.

"Uhhhuuhuuaa.." Keara's cry broke. Simultaneously, the drizzle that had been splashing now changed the calm rain. While the sun is increasingly invisible, the sign of the night is coming soon.

Keara let the rain wash over her body. He let go of the sky as if grieving for the air. After all, no one will see him sobbing in Rizky's belly button.

For a few minutes Keara was still drooping hugging Rizky's tombstone. In his head was full of sweet memories with Rizky. The man he knew in two years, and six months ago he was steady to propose to Keara. All her dreams of marrying a young man who is kind, patient, and a future priest whom she believes can guide her steps, she must again be dashed.

Lama Keara lamented his pain under the rain. He was immersed in the immortality of his own heart, until he was not aware of when the rain no longer rained on his body. Someone spread an umbrella over his head, and let his own body wet with rain water. He protected the girl in silence. Didn't want to disturb Keara and all his pain.

Keara raised her head, saw the presence of an umbrella over her head, then wondered who was protecting her.

"M-mas Harris?"

"Near Maghrib K, you better go home. You have missed the Ashar prayer, do not let Maghrib be missed." take Harris. Keara remained unmoved.

"Don't burden Rizky's journey with your tears.. Release Rizky, let her calmly live her new, more eternal life."

Keara nodded and stood up. Pushing Harris' umbrella over him. "Make Harris his umbrella. Mas Harris got so wet..."

"It's okay. Let's take you home."

I don't know what was magical until Keara obeyed the man he knew so cold. Keara walked with an umbrella over her head, while Harris stayed in the rain. His refusal was not encouraged and K was not arguing.

Keara got into Harris's black sedan, then drove through the rain. There's no conversation. There was only the stuffing of Keara the rest of her crying earlier. Harris, Rizky's best friend, is like an iceberg, transformed into a human being. That's what he always told Rizky first. And Rizky always laughs.

"Harris is anyep so, but he's very good K.. He's my best friend who's always there in my good times and bad.." Rizky said at the time.

The car stopped in the courtyard of a large mosque. They decided to perform the Maghrib prayer first. While Harris changed into dry clothes that he kept in the trunk of the car.

"I'm maghriban here." That's all Harris said. There was no invitation to K, but K already understood his disposition. He rushed down the moment Harris got out of his car. Keara walked towards the ablution place of women and cleansed herself there.

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