Accompanying First Love To KUA
Part 08's

"Had I said, Zira! Not with that young man!" Mas Fattah's intonation is rising.

Fattah just came home from work angry. The wall clock shows at eight p.m. 

The snack I was chewing lost taste, no more taste. Indeed why? So chatty!

"What's the matter, Mom?" I tried to temper the anger. However, when Mas Fattah slammed the door of his room. I'm woken.

"Mas, why?" I asked again a bit of pressing sound.

"I'm ashamed, Ra." His voice from inside the room sounded slow.

Not sure what she was ashamed of? Are you rich and I poor? 

Long silence. Mas Fattah came out again, his hair was still wet.

Now he sits next to me speaking softly, "Zira, you know, why Mas Shame?"

I'm shaking. 

"Zira's presence here, makes Mr. Samsul's plan fail."

"Samsul sir, who?"

"His father Ajmul, Ajmul wanted to be married. At first it was all gone, but Ajmul's lover came home. So that what was Ajmul nurut, now began to argue. Mr. Samsul asked me to find out who Ajmul's lover was."

I'm listening. 

"... and it turns out that this woman is you, my sister, who is not ashamed, Ra?"

I hugged the pillow, twisted the end. Eyes noticed the motion of Mas Fattah's mouth that was telling a story. 

"Pay for money, go back to the village, yes" he asked.

Decay as well, the clear drops landed on the cheeks. Quickly I wiped it. 

"Lying Mas! Ajmul loves Zira! No way to do that! We've known you for a long time, Mom!" Now the crying combined with the doubtful laughter. 

I put my face on the couch pillow.

"Already Zira, you are no longer a child. Even though we have been together for so long, if we are not meant to be together, what can we do? Destiny over the soul mate, God determines."

"They lied!" peekikku then left.

I'll find the truth. 

"Where are you going?"

"Zira!"

"Zira!"

"Don't be crazy, Ra, it's night!"

I didn't mind Mas Fattah's call. That cousin of mine this time was acting more than annoying.

I immediately looked for a taxi, but there was only an ojek. Penetrate the night air towards the park's town square.

If later I have to hear the truth, do I have to get angry, poke in front of him? What me? not her eternal lover, there is no right to rule people's lives.

But it all goes back to their own instincts.  When you've made someone feel at home, please don't leave.

"The return, Ma'am," said the taxi driver. 

The night wind kept blowing, I sat waiting for Mas Ajmul. I told him to come. 

I kept huddling, cold. I forgot to get my jacket. 

"Wear it" said someone from behind.

"Mas Fattah, why come here?" my search. 

He did not answer, stood with his left hand to his pocket and his right hand gave up the jacket to me.

"Better to go home!"

"Wear it!" The command again, "you said don't ngeyel, could not you? You know where you live now? And whose responsibility is it?"

"Don't be a whiz, nor an attention-grab!" my cock. "Now that I'm gone, let it no longer be your responsibility."

"Mas!" I screamed as Mas Fattah's hand was about to land on my cheek. 

Mas Fattah was then pushed by Mas Ajmul who suddenly came pulling my arm.

"Let go!" mas Fattah's Order. 

However, Mas Ajmul did not care. "This is your attitude? What's an adult, Fattah."

I watched two men fighting. 

"Hey, it's none of your business, I'm teaching my brother about adap!" Fattah really looked angry. Now explain to Zira the real situation. Because the purpose of her coming here right now wants to hear your explanation!" mas Fattah.

I pulled my wrist from the clutches of Mas Ajmul, "Now Mas Explain what really Mas want to get married?"

Mas Ajmul looked at Mas Fattah, but he pretended not to care.

"Once, you two finish. You have to remember you are a woman." Mas Fattah looked like he wanted to swallow. 

".... I'll give you fifteen minutes!" He passed by leaving me with Mas Ajmul.

I've never seen Mas Fattah that hot.

Vehicles passing. My mother is now like a mirage. 

"I said no, I'm not free to hold the steering wheel. Not even the slightest chance," concluded Mas Ajmul to me.

"Until the companion is alive, you are not given the opportunity to choose?"

When all despair is broken, a heart wound is created. How can I demand myself to act happy, does not the mood of the face depend on the mood?

"Mas!"

"Yes?"

"Why are you silent?"

"That's it, tomorrow we get married."

My breath choked, what the hell is he?

"My heart is only yours, Zira, believe me I don't love that woman at all." He shows the attitude of people being depressed, his hands squeezing his own hair. Duck.

   I'm still loyal

   With the promise that was built

   Why you changed

   Love at the end

   Expecting a bright light

   Shining yearning

   In order to treat anxiety

   But the wounds you sent ....

"Already Zira! It's already! Don't insinuate, can you?!" pekik Mas Ajmul's.

Mas Ajmul is insinuated by the lyrics that I m fondle. Yes, it is, in fact, so.

These tears kept coming out, roaring in silence. Be ill. How lldarah. Turns out, there's no point in me taking care of longs all this time. 

"Come, come with me now." He pulled. 

"Where, Mas?"

"We're married. The others we think about later."

"Already Zira, we're going home now!" refute Mas Fattah, "losing logic in loving it may be Ajmul, but must not lose the shara', we have a religion, right?"

".... Loving doesn't have to have, that phrase we hear often." Fattah continued to speak.

"However, it must be fought, Fattah," said Mas Ajmul. 

Mas Fattah took a slow step, "Let go of my brother, Ajmul. The deliberation used to be with your material-crazed family."

Fattah took me into the car. In the car my tears broke, which I've been holding since. Before the car moved away, I had seen Mas Ajmul who was standing, how is his heart now? Broken down? Destroyed what and destroyed who?

"Love is like holding a rose, Zira, who dares to hold bravely also received wounds. I'm not forbidding you to cry." Fattah spoke while driving.

On the way the car stopped again, parked in front of a cafe. 

"To cry also needs energy, yuk, eat," he said.

I refused, "No, I'm going alone." 

He pulled a tissue for me, then dragged me out. 

I walked out without using my footwear, only at a glance he looked at my feet, next no matter what. 

"Mas!"

"Yes?"

"My hood, isn't it tangled?" While talking there is still a hiccup.

She smiled, "My sister is still beautiful, no matter what. What matters is that your aura is closed."

Thank God, you sent me such a good brother.

I stepped inside, the visitor who was here looked towards me and Mas Fattah with a strange look.

"Hey look, it's a couple of lovers who just seem to have a fight." Maybe they'll say that.

Or ....

"Hey, why is it tangled up with the girl?"

Ah, I don't know. 

Fattah pulled the chair. "My eyes are red?" my many.

"No ...."

"really?"

"But they whisper to me" I concluded.

"Because you're beautiful. It's." Already."

Keep smiling, until the world is envious. Thought you were okay. Enough people know you're hurt. 

He is in front of you now, Zira.

A gilded heart is ordinary, signifying you are a perfect human being. Still can feel all the flavors. 

Seriate