Not the Wrong Matchmaker (R2)
BSJ 03: Radityan Family
..."The name of good intentions should not be delayed."...
...BSJ 03: The Radityan Family...
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"Sister Aurra."
Deg
The shady bermanil hazel girl looked up, staring at the owner of the voice that had just called her using the 'sister' appendage.
"Sorry-"
"It's me, Van'ar."
Deg
***
The breeze at the park near the hospital this afternoon, it felt so cold. Rimbunya trees that stand firmly there, adding to the beautiful view of this park even though it is in the middle of the city. The footsteps of the hijab-wearing girl stopped for a moment. His plight reflexively helped the little boy who had fallen not far from him.
"Big brother" said the boy who thought he was 5 years old.
"Yes the same. Next time heart."
All the scenery was not spared of course from the sharp bead of the young man behind him. They did walk the path for a moment of this security, while filling the rest time dzuhur.
"Will you be papa?"
Ask the young man, it feels a bit overwhelming indeed.
At first glance, his tall sturdy body felt strange calling the woman in front of him who was only as tall as his shoulder. Although in fact they are adrift age quite far, five years.
"Aurra is not papa. Hmm, you don't have to call brother. It feels weird." Comment the girl in the syar'i hijab, while looking down.
"Well, can I just call Aurra?"
"Can."
After learning that this young man was Keevan'ar Radityan Azzioi - the second son of Vano and Kia. Aurra just remembered, if they used to often play together while still the same living in the city of flowers, Bandung.
"So, Aurra's a doctor now?"
Van'ar asked broke the silence between them.
Actually, I'm just going forward, talking like this. Maybe because they are both the same adults.
"Yes. I'm a general surgeon."
"Our sag Dimas?"
Tanya Van'ar tries to minimize the sense of the predator is almost this booming.
Where did this flat Van'ar go, why change with Van'ar who asked a lot.
"Yes, but Didi's now more focused on a heart specialist." His speech.
The two of them were now getting used to chatting on light topics. From his second job to his second education. At least, chatting with Aurra could reduce the guilt that had accumulated so much in his heart because of the failure of his mission.
At least, the longing that has accumulated years, now evaporates somewhere.
**
The beautiful girl in the syar'i hijab stared at the wonder of the magnificent building before her. Modern-style residential that is more appropriate to be called a mansion than residential dwellings. After the hours of practice had expired, the beautiful girl came to take her omens home.
Silvia-Mother Vano, indeed tonight can return to his residence. The middle-aged woman also deliberately, wanted to invite the young doctor who always took care of her to take her home.
The middle-aged woman hopes big, hopefully the above will predestine this kind girl to join her family-Radityan family means.
"Assynolajet. Oma's home."
Greetings of the middle-aged woman who sat in a wheelchair pushed by her husband.
"Waalaikumsalam, you're home?"
Ask the son there-Vano.
"Alhamdulillah." Continue while tasting the back of the mother's hand.
The return of Silvia is certainly welcomed by the eldest son, his daughter-in-law and granddaughter of the leader. Her eldest daughter-Vanya lives with her husband and son in Ohio. Not to mention, the eldest son of Vano and Arkia who is now also absent is present because he is abroad.
"Oma, Lunar kangen."
Call the beautiful girl with the cream hijab, while splashing into the arms of her grandmother.
"Ohh, oma also misses this beautiful granddaughter of oma." Silvia answered, rubbing the head of the great-granddaughter's hijab.
The warmth of the large family also did not escape from the bead hazel Aurra. The beautiful girl pulled the corner of her lips, forming a sweet smile behind her veil. He is now standing behind a wheelchair pushed by Ibra.
"That's, who's oma?"
Lunar asked, looking questioningly at the beautiful figure behind him.
"Ah yes, that's Doctor Aurra. Doctor Dimas' daughter."
His name was a little smile, when he was introduced. Then his gaze turned to the middle-aged woman who was often called 'mother' by him first.
"Moor..." The woman who is wearing the dark blue hijab tonight.
"Kyakk."
Shouted Lunar hysterically, while scattering hugging the body of the beautiful girl.
"Lunar kangen bangeeet." He hugged Aurra tightly.
"Where are you going? Every Aurra to Bandung, doesn't it exist?" Continue, stretching out his arms.
"Mbak kulian in London, while interning at one of the hospitals there." Answer the soft-spoken girl.
"Pillotent. Here, here, sit. Debt much of the same Lunar story." Energetic-Lunar sweet talk.
Aurra nodded, before taking her seat she first looked at the woman she missed so much.
"Let's love." Call gently.
"Young-da." He could not help but hold back his tears, as his body was embraced by the woman.
"Airra.... Aurra, miss mother." Smaller flow.
Arkia-the women understood very well the words of this beautiful girl in her arms. From birth, Aurra was not given a chance to see her mother-Aurrin. This girl's life was so full of obstacles, but Kia was sure that Aurra was such a strong girl that God gave her so many trials.
"Mother misses too." Said himself, while peeping the shoots of the khimar Aurra.
For Kia, Aurra is her daughter regardless of the mass story between her and her parents. Kia loves Aurra like she loves her three children. In fact, Kia hopes that there will be a thread of destiny that can realize her wishes. Kia hoped, very even.
Aurra's arrival into the Radityan Family was warmly welcomed. They talked again, asking various things to the beautiful girl.
The roar of the KLX motor is quite loud, making them stop talking for a moment. Followed by the sound of the clattering of strong steps from the sound of black Czech boots typical army boots. A handsome young man ran, down the front porch of the Radityan family home, while taking off his proud striped hat. His smile was imprinted on his lips, adding to his good quality.
"Assalamualaik." Greetings to the heavy bass.
"Getishalight." Answer them in unison.
"Abnor."
Shouted the brother echoed, welcoming the arrival of the young man in TNI AD uniform.
"The lunar kangeenn." The beautiful girl continued, storming her twin body. Hugged him tightly, as if the young man would disappear if he removed his wound.
"Hallo princess, how are you?"
Greet the young man who spoke the heavy bus.
Makes some people who see it smile a little.
"Lunar kangen know, why don't you come home." The beautiful girl began to sob.
"Sstt, can't cry. My brother will not be beautiful anymore."
Not that he lost the prestige of a soldier attached to him, this man actually looks very sweet now. 'Brother's promise' is a call he always pinned to his return.
"Ish, brother mah."
The handsome young man broke his open, leading his sister to join his extended family.
"Oma, brother's coming home."
He said, while resting in front of the middle-aged woman who became one of the reasons for his return.
Plastered
"Aww, sick oma." Ringis the handsome young man.
"Finally, this mischievous granddaughter of oma came home as well."
Silvia said, while wiping her former jakaiya.
Unable to understand, if the middle-aged woman misses her grandson this one. Since childhood he has been taught by the husband-Ibra, in order to be a tough young man to be ready to devote himself to the country. However, as a consequence they had to lose this young man for quite a long time, as long as he was in the training ground or just mutated out of town.
"Oma's healed?" He asked softly, as he took the middle-aged woman's hand.
"Already dong. Oma was instantly cured, if she heard that this handsome granddaughter of oma is coming home."
Continue with a smile.
The handsome young man smiled, before peeking at the back of his grandmother's hand. Then he turned to his parents, whom he greatly missed.
"It's big."
Lirih the middle-aged woman, when holding the sturdy body of the son.
"No, you're forbidden to cry."
Van'ar-ya's instruction, Kevan'ar Radityan Az-zzioi. While wiping the tears that wet the cheeks of the mother.
"Abang has come home, so you can not be sad." Further.
All the novelty is certainly not spared from the clear bead of Aurra. The warmth and harmony of this large family really knocked his little heart, until unknowingly a tear managed to shed from his eyelids.
All that also did not escape from the bead of soot belonging to Van'ar. Seeing that there was another figure besides his family there, he was not surprised. Because gradually, the girl will also definitely become part of the radityan family.
"Beautiful people can't cry, many will be sad." He said, without realizing that immediately given a different look different from each member of his family. Among them there are those who smile meaningfully, also alert.
**
In another place, in another hemisphere. On a different continent across the earth. A handsome man dressed formally in an office, stared with an expression that could not be described to his smart smartphone screen. Where there is a portrait of a happy family, but without the presence of his eldest son. Yes, Lunar-sang's sister just sent me the photo.
There was his grandparents, father and mother, his twin sister, also a woman in shar'i hijab who turned her back to the camera, standing next to his sister Van'ar. Portrait of a happy family, which again he must miss because of his own selfishness.
"Dear, let's have breakfast. Hope it's ready."
Call out a soft voice that breaks his daydream.
If in Indonesia it is now at 20:41 pm, another with New York which is now only at 07:41 am.
With a giant step, the handsome man kept his smart smartphone on the table. I don't know when, he will stay away from the family he missed. It's his fault, indeed. Because of his selfishness, he was currently unable to choose. Because he has not been able to make the best decision between his romantic relationship, as well as his family.
"Dear, are you daydreaming?" A soft voice from the woman. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just a little dizzy."
Let the handsome man quibble.
For now, he cannot choose. Between letting go or defending.Because of the difference in beliefs affects both, but there is a very big love blinds him. That is his love, blinding himself with selfishness .
**
To Be Continue
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Sukabumi April 16, 2020
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