Gold And Diamond
Part 50 "Tear Exchange"

Don't forget the bismillah..🤗

Vey sat in a drenched state. At first he intended to remain in Akbar's office if Akbar remained unwilling to be honest with him. But after he learned the truth that Kafil was a drug user, his heart was broken. Pieces and pieces may have fallen on the road and some of them fell into the puddles of rainwater. He didn't care even if his body had to shiver. He just wants to be alone.

The rain did not stop. It's been an hour. Vey long shaded under the palm tree of the square. Watching the sky still rising. A few people who passed in front of him carrying umbrellas, turned their heads with half-snickering or advising gazes. Suddenly he saw someone in the distance. He slowly approached and gave her a green umbrella. He was stunned for a few seconds until he realized that it was just a daydream.

"Mas Abi?" Mumbled suddenly.

"When you like Mas Abi and he'll marry someone else." Vey immediately remembered that.

Vey asks why she daydreams suddenly about Abimana's face. When his heart was overwhelmed with pain and full of pain. And, at the same time Kafil's face overcame that daydream. Remember the moment when he camped on the hill of love.

"If I had known that everything would end like this, I'd rather never know you, Kaf. The weight of all my memories with you. Slowly overshadowed my mind so that your presence grew heavier to forget. How can I erase your name?" Vey looked up. Letting his face fall into the rain that was dripping more profusely. But he did not change position.

Hour after hour passed. Until it rains, he stays in the same place.

"Sir, Ma'am, already want magrib meningan to the mosque alone." Slowly said a woman holding her toddler daughter.

Vey who accidentally fell asleep also wavered. He looked around and found the atmosphere of the square was getting quieter. He nodded when the woman offered him to go back to the mosque.

"Again, Ma'am."

"Yes, I'm first, Ma'am."

Vey nodded again. Then back up. There is no mega. The sky was just a little tinge of purple, right above the dome of the grand mosque.

Vey found Kala sitting on the porch as soon as she reached the yard.

"Onni, where are you going? I didn't answer. Where did you come from hmm?" Kala's grimacing tone almost crying made Vey so haru.

The two shed tears. Then, cuddle. Vey fell first. Limply. Kala who was not strong to support also fell. They hung together. The atmosphere of the house and the heart that is not good makes both easily decompose tears.

"Where have you been? Why is it soaking wet?" Kala held Vey's cheek. Look at those two eyes. Sayu and can't go perfectly.

"Onni don't gini dooong." Kala's voice shook again at the limp Vey. He's starting to get scared. Huddle-headed. Although he shook Vey's body, Vey did not respond.

"Onnnii?"

Kala tries to get Vey to the couch. It's hard even with half a drag. He was confused as to why Vey had come home in such a raucous state.

"I'm gapapa, La." So said. He tried to sit.

"Don't just." Kala had to give in because Vey deflected his hand.

"I'm okay, La." He insists.

Kala was silent. Put both hands on the thighs. Then stood up following Vey's steps to the room.

"Onni?"

"Udah, La." Vey snapping. Then, close the door of the room hard.

Kala finally chose a mojok in Vey's painting room. Hugging the Koran, he daydreamed. Unaware he was smiling. Rotating memories during his childhood when he often accompanied his mother in the kitchen or teaching together. At the same time, she was crying again. His tears fell to the Koran.

He cried as much as he tried to murajaah the third quarter juz ten. When he recited verse 40, he repeated a dozen times the sentence la tahzan innallaha maana. Even until his voice only sounded hissing. In the next verse, his voice is getting broken. Can't continue. And, he accidentally fell asleep in a cross-legged position. The Koran.

Vey opened the sign, watching Kala. He went back to the room to get a blanket. Then let Kala stay in the painting room.

It's nine o'clock. Vey's hungry. He cooked an egg instant noodle, then ate it himself in front of the television.

There's no hope anymore. Vey and Uncle Gani never mentioned Kafil. And now, Vey wouldn't be able to tell a story either. He will hold all his love stories. Although, those memories would still continue to be a shadow of his every step.

"Mending me permission." He intends not to go to school. Since he was also elderly and not scheduled to cook, he continued to sleep until half-seven.

He woke up when the house was clean and chicken claw soup was available at the dinner table. The sound of people taking a shower. He thought it was Kala.

"Sin'ana?"

"Well?"

"When you're leaving?"

"don't know. Didn't you go to Budhe school?" Vey immediately saw the wall clock. "Six-three-five means he's gone" he said later.

Vey hurriedly took the spoon. Taste the taste of the soup. "This soup Budhe brought?"

"Yes." Yeah." Budhe Atun sat in front of Vey.

"Budhe just wanted to say that your Uncle will talk about Gus Omar later in the day. But Kala doesn't even exist. Is that your face?"

"I'm not going in, Budhe. I was raining yesterday. I'm carefree."

"Owalah.untung earlier Budhe it came directly check the room.eh kok you are still sleeping. Kala wasn't in his room. There was nothing in the kitchen either. It's six."

"When is there an event at school when he leaves in the morning?" his inner.

"Yes there may be an event at school times, Budhe."

"Yes, I'll tell you later, yeah. Go home to school, don't dolan."

"Budhe I want to talk."

"Where?"

"What if Gus Omar wants to have a wedding, Uncle and Budhe agree?"

"Although yes, as soon as possible I wait for Kala to pass to, Na."

"My friend Gus Omar wants to comply with his brother's request. Kiai's sick, Budhe. Uncle must not know."

"Yes, you'll talk to your uncle when Kala comes home."

The message Vey sent to Kala has not been answered. From morning until zuhur was still tick one. He began to wonder.

"Tumben much?"

Vey finally sends his greetings to Mela and Ruma. Tick two. The message was not answered. The phone was not picked up. A message was sent to Sharif.

📞"Rif, Where to go, huh? There's an OSIS show how he left again."

📞"We, right, OSIM are re, brother. Less know. I didn't go in either. Shout me. I asked Mela as Ruma tried."

📞"Not reciprocated."

📞"I asked the others."

📞"I'm waiting, Rif."

📞"Okay."