Gold And Diamond
PART 3 ~Grass Dry~
Sreng..sreng.
Kala just watched Vey cooking. While sticking a chin on a pile of his hands on the table. Vey's delicious and fragrant cuisine makes her look like a child waiting for her mother to cook something special for her.
Suddenly the mother stood in front of him while thrusting a plate of tempeh and knew bacem. Kala's back is vertical. He grinned happily. Welcomed the fragrance of the dish with her wide eyes. She would not hesitate to eat it and praise her mother's cooking many times. After he returned to paying good attention, it turned out that the figure was only a shadow. Vey's putting a plate of nyemek noodles on the table.
Vey glanced at Kala for a moment. Then, go get a glass and kettles. He also sat down to see the face of Kala who suddenly lost her cherry.
"Mama's parents must be."
Kala long moan. He refused to answer. When he can't smile and still cry when he remembers mom, it means he's not completely sincere about the departure.
"I miss too. Shucks."
The four chairs had to be set aside in half so that they did not feel that anything was missing. Likewise, his mother's room which was only half a year ago carried her belongings, which are now left empty and will only be opened three times a week to be cleaned.
Kala stuffed a spoonful after a spoonful of noodles into his mouth without any desire to immediately spend. It's not that Vey's cooking is bad, it's more delicious than usual - Vey's cooking skills are increasing day by day. The faces of his mother and father kept sneaking in.
The green grass that once thrived on the two tombs has now dried up. Vey sprinkled roses and jasmine all over the ground, then Kala poured water. Not only was the water spilled intentionally, but her tears were suddenly uncontrollable.
For six years they lived without parents. It hard. In fact, it was very difficult and they had never imagined it before. A loving life finally becomes a dream. Until now, the departure is still very difficult to let go. There was still a patter of tears and frustration. Visiting the tombs was their way of treating everything. Looking for the best antidote other than by meeting.
Living together in a heritage house with adequate facilities. Both the house and the rest, all destined for Vey and Kala. Because the father knew, that if calculated based on inheritance, his two daughters would only get the rest. The will cannot be contested even if there are brothers who feel they do not accept. Feels the Vey and Kala parts are too big.
If there were no wills, how much more difficult would their lives have been. At that time, the children were still considered, just entered junior high school. Not menstruating yet. Of course he feels very lost. Even going on a school strike for a week. Unpersuaded. I don't want to teach for two weeks. At that time, he really chose to stay at home. Playing with memories and walls of the house that seemed to be able to laugh.
And, Vey suddenly doesn't want to talk to everyone except his uncle. At school, she can't say anything but her best friend Mitha. He ignored all the questions of those who cared deeply about him. But for Vey, they'll never be able to feel what he's feeling.
However, after Vey and Kala grew up together, left independent, they could gradually mature themselves without strict guidance from anyone. Gani's uncle only directs the two of them to split the housework, while Siti teaches the two to cook from scratch. It is time that has taught the meaning of maturity. They learn and practice it all every day.
Vey stuttered from the reverie. In the midst of her chanting of prayers, she recalled Uncle Gani's message.
"If there is a man who invites you to meet, Uncle is told. Uncle wants acquaintances too."
As Kala knew, Uncle Gani also considered that Vey had been alone.
Kala kissed his mother and father's headstone in turn.
"Onni? We go home yok. I can cry all day if it stays here." Kala rise. Waving her skirt that was exposed to dust.
"Until these flowers dry up, I hope Father and Mother will always be forgiven. I pray for you. Always we love you. Assalamualaikum." Vey is the same. Kiss both headstones before leaving. Although there was no crying, but the tightness was still shrinking the chest.
Kala's waiting. Noticing Vey who was already standing, but reluctant to step foot.
Behind the loss, there was one thing they were very grateful for. Loss leads them to maturity and independence. They have never troubled anyone about financial matters. In fact, they both have prepared special future savings even though the amount is not much. They can also spend money at will. From that side, they always try to stay strong and spirit to live a life without parents. And, they also believe that losing is only part of the way God gives privilege to one's destiny.
They also went home. Silent during the journey. They're staring.
Suddenly Vey remembered her future. At the age of twenty-five, he should have planned the wedding. Like friends his age. But, he hasn't been heading there yet. It's just that she had planned something, she wanted to someday marry in a simple way. Enough with a marriage contract that is not attended by many people. A simple ambition. That if he was capable enough to prepare from now on.
Different from Vey. Kala had planned a big dream in her dreams. Being a hafizah and a career woman. Therefore, he aspires to major in Arabic education, Arabic literature, usluhuddin, hadith interpretation, or Islamic religious education. In accordance with the religious department at his current school. Armed with fifteen juz memorization that has been successfully bagged for three years of deposit at school, he is very confident he will be very easy to enter the institute or university he wants.
For the wedding, Kala had planned it from now on. Starting from choosing the criteria of a prospective husband who he thinks is appropriate to accompany him later, saving, and improving morals. He imagined someday will be paired with a man who is really able to be a place to gain knowledge, good at mingling with society, and has a permanent job. Thank you if he gets a husband who is willing to fully support his ideals.
In the midst of their efforts to achieve dreams, they desperately long for a person who is willing to pray for them with all sincerity. But, the hand that did not hesitate to look up for long just to pray for his children was buried in the earth.
