Dusk At the End Please
The Heart of a Mother

Three young men who hypnotized women with their looks and good looks are now standing on stage. Ahsan who is a hobby of singing became the driver of the trio's action. Forcibly pulled Ghifar, who had never sung before many people, onto the stage with him. Not to forget he also called Akhtar from the sound center so that the visitors who are getting more crowded and dominated by young mothers also called the owner to go up to the stage.

With gontai steps Akhtar was forced to walk towards the stage because the screams of the visitors did not stop. Since then his gaze was looking for a woman figure who was always on his mind but when he would step to look for it was always stuck with some guests who invited him to talk or just take pictures. There was something lacking that Akhtar felt from this morning until noon because he had not seen Shanum.

During this grand opening activity Shanum really only played a role backstage. He has prepared trained people to come forward to provide service to every guest who comes. Though Akhtar hoped when he cut the tumpeng as the official symbol of FDF furniture was opened Shanum was beside him. But it turns out that Indri Shanum sent to accompany the tumpeng carrier to the front and handed a plastic knife tied with red ribbon to Akhtar.

The intro of a song by Yopi and The Nuno opened their performance on stage. Many visitors who stop their activities are shopping or just look around because they hear the melodious sound of the sound center.

From the first moment I saw his smile

Heart palpitations, is this a sign?

Ahsan began the song with a standing ovation from the visitors. Liani even stopped her activity while guarding the main stand when she heard Ahsan sing. He wanted to witness firsthand the appearance of the man who for several months had already made his heart flower. And sure enough, the man was staring at him and waving his hand as they clashed.

Ahsan also allowed Akhtar to continue.

But it turned out wrong, my hope was lost

Ever since I saw you always with her

Claps and screams filled every corner of the building as Akhtar sang. Akhtar immediately handed over the mic to Ghifar.

God, please, I want her

Missed him, thought about it

Ahsan returned to the song, though,

But why when you fall in love?

Honey, honey, he's got one

Ahsan's hand extended to let Akhtar continue the song.

Maybe I should go to forget it

In my heart I said I couldn't leave, wow-wow-wow

And the three of them sang along to finish the song.

God, please, I want her

Missed him, thought about it

But why when you fall in love?

Honey, honey, he's got one

I've been trying to erase the beautiful shadows

But I always miss you again, oh

Oh, why can't I

'I cannot, ' I cannot

God, please, I want her

Missed him, thought about it

But why when you fall in love?

Honey, honey, he's got one

God, please, help me

Falling in love with people's lovers

I want to forget I can't

Honey, honey, he's got one

God, please, I want her

Missed him, thought about it

But why when you fall in love?

Honey, honey, he's got one

Honey, honey, he's got one

Honey, honey, he's got one, wow-wow

Source: Musixmatch

Welcomed by the applause of invited guests who still enjoy the various furniture on display there and visitors who are increasingly crowded, they came down from the stage with a bright smile from Ahsan and Ghifar. Unlike the flat-faced Akhtar. Since coming on stage he has not enjoyed what he sings. His gaze continued to circulate looking for Shanum's whereabouts.

Liani, who had been standing up to watch Ahsan's appearance, smiled happily as she looked at Ahsan who was walking towards her.

"Where do I look?" ahsan asked who stopped his steps right in front of Liani.

"Eummhh ...." Liani seemed to pretend to think. "I am yess" he said accompanied by weirdness.

Ahsan widened her smile even more, she was happy to get compliments from the woman who had always made her comfortable lately.

"Okay, I'll buy you a meal later. We go around Garut before going home" he said, unconsciously his hand outstretched rubbing the top of Liani's head wrapped in a mocca-colored hijab is very fitting to wear Liani who looks getting sweeter.

Suddenly, Liani was shocked to get such treatment from Ahsan, her body seemed to be fed by an electric current that made her stiffen instantly.

Ahsan did not realize his trivial actions had made the girl in front of him die of lice.

"Hunger, eat yuk!" innocently Ahsan took Liani. Feeling unanswered, Ahsan looked at Liani and watched closely.

"Why you?" Ahsan was a little panicked from seeing Liani's paled face. "You sick?" ask again.

'why, don't you know that I'm like this because of him. Why also he used to rub my head, make a baper aja' Inner Liani.

"Li, are you sick? just rest up" Ahsan said this time managed to restore Liani's consciousness. He hurriedly neutralized his heart.

"Well, it's okay, brother, I'm fine. Brother wants to eat? Let me drop off" said Liani quickly, she did not want Ahsan to be suspicious of the change in mood and body because of her treatment earlier.

Liani also brought Ahsan to the food court area located in the backyard of the building. A tent is installed that covers the entire backyard area so that invited guests are comfortable while enjoying dishes there. Rows of round tables surrounded by chairs that have been wrapped in gold-colored cloth neat and clean circular make the atmosphere very comfortable. Various appetizing food stands are also held there.

Akhtar seemed to have sat at one of the tables with the VIP guests, they were enjoying the dishes with his heart. Not only a variety of furniture products that are directly designed by the owner who is the subject of their conversation. But also the food menu served really spoil the tongue. They asked where the catering vendor Akhtar ordered for the event from. Akhtar explained, with sparkling eyes he promoted Shanum's mother's rice stall. There was pride in his heart when he told me about Shanum, Akhtar was missing the owner of the mother's rice stall more and more.

"Sir Akhtar, I am very interested in all of these menus. I rarely eat out at events like this. But this is up to the same dessert, haha.." the man raised the cup of pudding that had been toilet.

"It just so happens that next week I have an office event. Can I meet the owner?" a young man who was Akhtar's invited guest spoke blatantly that he was interested in the cuisine of the mother's rice stall, and wanted to meet Shanum.

Akhtar looked at the young man who had just finished spending a cup of the pudding. He looked carefully at the man's appearance. He did not know all the guests present at the moment, only if looking from his appearance it seemed like he was quite an important person in Garut. His heart refused if he had to meet Shanum, from his style the man looked very young and seemed unmarried, he thought.

'Astaghfirullah, what am I thinking. Why not be willing if he gets acquainted with Shanum. I am not entitled to Shanum' Akhtar.

"Yes sir, can sir. For a moment I called" Akhtar replied, he was looking for a catering officer who could be asked to call Shanum.

"Sir, how can I help you?" the catering officer who is still Shanum's cousin also asked for Akhtar's need to call him.

"Yes, Kang. Here's a guest who wants to meet the owner of the mother's rice stall catering, can be called?" quickly answer.

"Oh.mangga sir" answered the officer and passed from before Akhtar to look for Shanum.

Not waiting for a long time, Shanum came to be escorted by the young man who Akhtar asked for help earlier.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Can I help you, sir?" Shanum approached Akhtar because his cousin told him that Akhtar was looking for him.

Akhtar turned his head, he who was late in the conversation with his business colleagues was unaware of Shanum's arrival.

For a moment her gaze was glued, the thin makeup Shanum wore made her pangling. Peach-colored hijab wrap that is styled with a modist but still dangling covering the chest and back combined with a mint-colored dress that is so elegant it fits Shanum. Akhtar was again fascinated with the woman who was still in his heart.

"Sir" Shanum's call resuscitated him Akhtar, he turned his face the other way in shame of being caught staring at Shanum so deeply.

"Yes, sorry to interrupt?" akhtar asked pleasantries, smiling kindly.

"No sir, how can I help you?"

"This is a guest who wants to meet, he is interested in the menus in your shop" Akhtar pointed to someone who had stood up and extended his hand to get acquainted with Shanum.

Shanum turned to look at the person Akhtar pointed at. He cupped his hands together in front of his chest as a sign of receiving greetings from the man.

"Oh, sorry" the man pulled back his hand.

"I'm Aditya, Aditya Darmawan. President Director of Bank BRI Garut branch. Just call me Aditya, nice to meet with ?..." his words stopped waiting for Shanum to introduce himself.

"I'm Shanum" Shanum continued briefly.

"I am happy to meet Teh Shanum, I am interested in the cuisine of the rice stall teteh, may I ask for his card?" the man named Aditya also made his point.

"May sir, for a moment" Shanum reached into his sling bag looking for his mother's rice stall business card.

Akhtar pretended to ignore the two, he resumed chatting with his other business partner but his hearing was sharpened focused on the conversation of the two people beside him.

His expression instantly changed when Aditya invited Shanum to chat at the other table, he turned his head. Unknowingly staring intently at Shanum with an intimidating look at hearing Shanum agree to Aditya's invitation.

Aditya said goodbye to Akhtar, the two passed from the table where they had been talking. Akhtar's gaze followed where they were going, honestly his heart was not willing if Shanum was alone with Aditya.

While at the VIP table, Bu Hasna and Bu Fatimah were still late in the chatter about their respective lives they were living at the moment.

"Where? maybe not if we have family dinner and the children must come along so that they will meet later" Ms. Fatimah again proposed the idea to bring Akhtar with her sister Shanum.

"Fatim, what do you mean? you want to match your son to my son?" ask Ms. Hana again to make sure. He scoops the pudding in front of him and then feeds it.

"Yes, can you? Neng Zahra is married, so I want to marry Akhtar with his sister Neng Zahra. I told you not to get her sister, her sister, too. Can ya....?" obviously Ms. Fatimah with a clear face.

"Darkl....." Ms. Hana was breathing rough, she was confused as to what to answer her best friend's question. Shanum always covered up his marital status. Ms. Hana did not want her eldest child to be disappointed if she found out that she told Fatimah about Shanum's true state.

"Come on Han, you know I really want to see my son happy. He had suffered enough all this time. It was enough for him to sacrifice all this time" persuaded Bu Fatimah with a face that was increasingly clear, he even grasped tightly the hand of Bu Hana until the difficulty when he would return to take the pudding.

"Fatim, I want to eat this responsibility" said Ms. Hana because Ms. Fatimah continued to hold her arms.

"Upss.sorry, hehe..I didn't realize" Fatimah's mother let go of her hand, she grabbed a cup of pudding for her to eat.

"Wiih. You made it?" ask Ms. Fatimah while returning to feed the pudding to her mouth.

Ms. Hana shook her head. "No, it's that little girl who made it, I just tried it too. It looks good, really soft. He said he wanted to try a new pudding recipe, it turned out to be the result" explained Ms. Hana.

"Zahra's Feng?" Ms. Fatimah made sure that the teteh that Bu Hana was referring to was Shanum. Ms. Hana just nodded her head.

"Waahh...hegat neng zahra, I also tried the risolnya delicious, the cheese melted in the mouth but did not make eneuk, made Neng Zahra too?" Ms. Fatimah again praised the food that became a dessert today.

"Yes, anyway all the food" Ms. Hana pointed towards the row of dessert stands that seemed to be surrounded by guests. "Everyone who makes it, I'm a specialist in side dishes" Ms. Hana told all the results of Shanum's cooking with pride.

"Aahhh, you're making baper people, Han. I'm more comfortable in the past not preventing Kang Furqan matchmaking Akhtar, maybe now Akhtar is still the same Neng Zahra" Bu Fatimah again regretted the fate of his son.

"So now you can make me one girl, I'm sure Akhtar will like" Ms. Fatimah again discussed about Akhtar's matchmaking with her sister Shanum.

"Are you sure Akhtar will accept? Not playing child-match? don't you know that compulsion makes them suffer?" the Syndir Bu Hana.

"But this is another mah, I'm sure your daughter is well" Ms. Fatimah returned alibi.

Ms. Hana again let out a long breath. Perhaps it was time now for him to be honest about the state of his eldest daughter.

"Fatim, I want to have a serious talk with you" Ms. Fatimah stopped her movements that would feed the pudding to her mouth. He stared at his friend, waiting for what he would say. It looks like Ms. Hana is talking by showing a more serious face.

"Actually...." Ms. Hana paused her words. He looked to the left and to the right, looking for the whereabouts of someone.

"What exactly, Han? who are you looking for?" Ms. Fatimah was more and more curious about what Ms. Hana was going to say.

Ms. Fatimah took a deep breath, filling her lungs as if she was running out of oxygen.

"Actually, my daughter is both married" Ms. Fatimah frowned. To read what Ms. Hana said.

"Rida her sister Shanum got married first, she preceded her brother because the future husband and his family insisted they want to be canceled immediately. Besanku at that time wanted to do the Hajj, and they wanted before leaving his son already had a wife who would take care of him, understand only child. Shanum agreed, he did not mind if it had to be dirunghal with Farida, I had refused not to be pleased that Shanum dirunghal. But Shanum assured me that he was sincere and sincere, from the beginning he always was. Precedes the happiness of others over themselves"

"I was sad for a long time because of that problem, but Shanum always made me smile again. She always said that she was okay, she was happy and said that she was getting married soon" Ms. Hana sighed pausing her words. There were clear droplets that fell from the corner of his eyes as he told about Shanum. Fatimah gave her friend a tissue.

"One day a man who claimed to be Shanum's friend came to the house, precisely the young man came at Rida's wedding. He claims to be a close friend of Shanum's. He asks Kang Imran for permission to approach Shanum more than just a friend, saying he wants to make Shanum his wife. I'm glad my eldest daughter's finally getting married. I can hardly hear the strange neighbor talk about Shanum, you know how myths develop in our area if girls are dirunghal with his sister?" Ms. Hana rubbed the tears that involuntarily trickled back down her cheeks. Ms. Fatimah just nodded her head, still faithful listening to the outpouring of her best friend's heart. In his heart there was a sense of compassion for Shanum.

"Only a few times he came, after which the young man never came to Bogor again. I asked Shanum about the young man. Asking her when she would marry him, her age was already well worth marrying. Shanum said that the young man would marry someone else. I was so angry that he was playing with my daughter. But Shanum said if all this time they were only good friends, the young man had asked her to marry but Shanum refused"

"I can't do anything either, Kang Imran reminded me not to impose my will on my eldest daughter. He's been too good all along. Since he was a teenager he has lived far away from me, our economic situation was difficult. He was willing to stay in the dormitory to save on the fare.

"At that time he calmed me down again, saying he loved me very much and wanted to see me always smiling. In saying I don't worry about Shanum, God has prepared the best soul mate for Shanum so I'm calm she said" Bu Fatimah's tears just escaped. Not many people pass by around the two of them, VIP seating is deliberately made more private so that the family is more free to enjoy lunch.

"You know Fatim, my heart aches to hear him say that, guilt covers my heart. From that moment on I did not dare to ask about when he would get married. Let him decide for himself"

"And you know who Fatim is?" Ms. Fatimah was stunned, curious.

"Who?"

"He is Nak Ahsan, your nephew"

Degs...Ms. Fatimah was shocked, she did not expect.

"Shanum said that since she went to college in Bandung, Nak Ahsan has been very helpful. Shanum was able to attend college because of a scholarship and sometimes delays in the process. That's where Nak Ahsan plays, Shanum says he already thinks of Nak Ahsan like his own brother. I don't know what their relationship is going to look like"

"Not long after, came another young man who was still a distant brother of Adam her husband Rida, his name was Haqi. He also expressed his intention to get closer to Shanum, and strangely at that time my daughter immediately accepted him. His family came to the house to propose officially. Their wedding plans will be held one month after the application. But I don't know if there's any wind that my daughter's asking for an expedited wedding procession"

"The result of Shanum and Haqi's marriage took place a week after the proposal. I don't know what caused my daughter to ask for her marriage to speed up. And it turns out that Fauzan my youngest son said that Shanum was avoiding his former lover who continued to meet him even though he was engaged to another woman. I finally understood Shanum's decision"

"I'm glad that my two daughters have finally found their respective partners, Jongjon (calm). Shanum was taken to Jakarta the day after her marriage. Every day he called me, I could see he was happy with his household. But....." Bu Hana sighed again, letting out a feeling that squeezed her chest every time she recalled the events that befell her daughter

" A week after my daughter lived in Jakarta, we received word that her husband had been in an accident and was in a coma" Ms Hana sobbed in tears. He again imagined the miserable fate of his daughter.

"And.se.after being treated for a week in the hospital. Husband..suami Shanum died, hiks...." Ms. Hana could no longer hold back her tears, she was sobbing.

Ms. Fatimah who just gawked showed her surprise. He closed his mouth with both hands in shock. But then Ms. Fatimah lowered her hand and hugged Ms. Hana. His heart felt a deepening pity, how heavy the trials of life faced by a beautiful woman who turned out to be the daughter of her best friend. Honestly, Shanum made himself interested and immediately liked it since their first meeting.