THE WILL OF LOVE "HAPPY LAST"
best man
Because He's the Best Man I Think
I envy Yana, I envy the wind, I envy anything that is easy to be deep
buaiya. He was so good at creating dream worlds. I want to be happy, sometimes I
tear apart my closet contents and rearrange them. Sweep the floor of the room that is clean.
Sitting on the chin in front of a computer that lights up until the early morning without writing successfully
one sentence, because the contents of my brain evaporate is not necessarily direction. Sliding table, bed
and the other stuff with false excuses, misses the new atmosphere, but I just don't know what to do
do what.
And when all the above routines have ambushed me in his boredom,
my last choice was no other than to look into the backyard. See a row of shrubs
the grass seemed to laugh at my loneliness. When I'm tired of wriggling with my tail
alone and not finding a single answer that assuages the heart, pops a blast of questions
bigger which ends are also dead ends.
“Why was I selected as forgotten?”
Just two years of college, it has been two years like a poor boarding boy who is lazy because he sees
the boxes of cheap instant noodles as a routine menu early in the morning-afternoon-afternoon and I have
reaching the climax point of saturation is looking for the secret door of the night that stores the powder
other side effects. And I was afraid that the noodles would lead me to the door of disease.
This shouldn't have hit me. I used to be a heavy sleeper, a tough eater, all
it was my own bad. All I eat, all I fight. This could be karma
my own actions. Karma for my behavior towards parents.
If only this secret would have been kept neatly in a soundproof box and I wouldn't
teasing him, but I couldn't bear the sadness, if I wasn't too naughty, either,
making my mother's face always cry, and finally I was hit by a very sad
losing a lover who doesn't know the direction, maybe I can confide in mom right now.
I got hurt today, the pain went all the way up the heart. The sensation of the wound is different from the wound
when I first found out I wasn't the one he chose. Where should I voice my anger, obviously
it's impossible for anyone else. He's just an actor, just like me, I don't have the slightest right to the scenario here.I don't have any power, no room for an idea
here, let alone the name of conscience, the truth has now become real. Sometimes I
fantasizing has billions of lives that I can use to replace my life. If
I'm angry I could kill myself and forget everything and grow back with my life and
a new mind.
“Life is just a mysterious path that only God knows, only he knows the code
her secret. When the next second the happy fragrance is still left. Happiness and sorrow are only two
fruit flavors are separated by one vein of fur only, the two can exchange places within
eyeballs count”.“I don't know how and what to do.”.
“Do I have to swear or be grateful today”.
Nasip's jokes are sometimes a bit outrageous. I don't know why lara always
just kneeling me every strand of joy there is. It seems, the suffering is never sincere
letting happiness pitch itself in my day-to-day, always take part.
In my life, lara and mind do not change the two sides of the currency that is inseparable. There are many
the color of the soul that I cannot describe falls into the category of the slick to love.
Or maybe a part in every drama of my life.
“I forced him into belief,”
“There are always wisdom ransums that can be plucked from every incident”.
The presence of people who are white-hearted, of course, the wounds are still gaping and remain
there are. God created everyone who was ever present made me understand that never
there is a life so perfectly happy. That bruises, cuts, and maki poisons are one
the part of life itself that is inevitable.
“I was accustomed to receiving wounds without having to greet them with tears
and tears”.
“I don't have time to feel pain, let alone to sob”.
It tastes like the noodle food I crave everyday.
It's even weird if there are no slaps, kicks and maki poisons.
Like today the package of joy and joy has been sent by God almost simultaneously through the roar
wind”.
Perfect !!.
“The long distance is a test of love, the close distance is a test of faith, and waiting is a proof of loyalty.I dare not expect much, let time answer everything.search
the couple must be able to be invited hard, because life is not as easy as we think.me, I,
you, we all want to get the name of wanting love and loving because
it is human nature, a nature that we cannot deny. But it can be overcome in order to lust
this lust does not control ourselves to fall into the softness of adultery. In silence let's
praying together,
” yes Allah yes Lordku”, “
“If he is my soul mate let him by my side”,
“And if he's not my soul mate accept he's by your side”.
But in silence there is a question mark
“Can we meet someone who is indeed for us?,”
“Not only the present keep going again”?,
“I again –again did not find the answer”.
When we start and get tired of getting our point across, we prefer silence
not because he is afraid not to hear, but we hold back selfishness. No one knows how
the mystery of love can be present in a person's life. No one knows someone will be a match
with whom. There are some people who have been dating for a long time, many years and almost got married
apparently not a soul mate until finally canceled marriage. There are new acquaintances but already
to get married and build a household together. Just like the story
his cousin my friend Vienna, in the east Lombok village his cousin Vienna named Mira, who
married to a Central Lombok man named Aweng. Initially started with
meeting on one of the social media and after a short time later, they met either
where's place.
Not too often they meet face-to-face in person, because their distance is too far,
they communicate only by phone, text, chat Whats Ap. In the end they
decided to get engaged. Their introductions were quite brief. Vienna asked
to his cousin that,“Mir?”,
“Yes, brother?
“What Mira is not afraid of choosing wrong? “ Ask Vienna with certainty.
“Gak. I'm sure of kak”. Firm Mira.
“Maybe,-maybe because I still doubt a little, but we don't need to negotiate
difficult, convoluted, and muter things that. The longer the longer the longer the more
messing and messing with the mind.
Now I want to ask you, brother,
“How do you think of Aweng?”.
After hearing such a question, the color of his face Vienna changed to
little confused. As the mother thought, though,
“What the mother said earlier was already”,,
“So does my mind”,
“But anyway, I have to think positively about him”.
“Mir, try to think carefully”, Firm mother while her eyes are fixed on Mira
yanag sits in a chair near the TV. Mira raised her head and thought, then Vienna
proceeding,
”Of course Mir,
“You should think about it, because you're going to live at home with him,
“But I'm sure, if you think that choice is the best, I'm sure you'll be as good as possible
make peace in your home later”.
“True ma'am, from my heart of course there is no mistake in taking a stance”.“I understand my son, but you must know the weights first, you tell people
his parents or family home, if indeed he really wants to marry”. Said Mira's mother.
“Ia ma'am, there will come a time later”.
A week later, Aweng and the family came by Mira's invitation according to orders
her mother had a discussion a week ago.
Both sides of the two families talk about how the next relationship.
After a long and long conversation, there was an agreement that they did not
need to get married too soon, given their young age, they are also still in college, he said,
and the last deal is to be held engagement as a cord tie
both of them.
Since then, Aweng and his family have often come and been entertained by the Mira family,
the banquet was very good intention and that means, which will give an opportunity to Aweng
and Mira to get acquainted further and more familiar with the family carib, be it
her best friend Mira and her extended family. Aweng even began to often come to East Lombok
alone without the company of his people or family in Central Lombok. Within
aweng meetings with some people there, they can observe the behavior
aweng and Aweng.
And became the research of some of the mothers of the society grumbling,
“Is Aweng liked by the people around his house Mira?”.
“And there are assumptions from other neighbors, that because Aweng came alone
mira's house, Mira,
“Does the candidate Mira have no friends?” The neighbors' whispers are always heard
eared.
Because actually coming there alone, coming alone like that is not
it is considered, unless the four must come, or at least three people. So, if
come alone, is he lacking friends, or even disliked by people.?.” assume that neighbors make people go awry, many break up their engagement relationship
because of a mistake in such a thing. Because of neighbors like this.
One day, when Mira comes home from Mataram, it is rumored by her mother that the day
sunday, he was invited by his parents Aweng to visit his house which is – two
another day. Then they talk about who is coming. The time has come for
departing. The journey from East Lombok to Central Lombok takes about an hour
vienna did not miss to come along, and Vienna invited me to come along
the group to attend the banquet of the two families. Because this is a winemaking request I'm not
I can refuse and I can meet at the dipraya. Location in share lock. Arriving in front of the house
they are welcomed in, then welcome to sit on a mat made of white pandan,
in addition they are available cigarette ashtray and the host contains betel more.
The carved house has been decorated beautifully and beautifully, around the edge of the wall, has been stretched
the rug. Chairs and tables have been arranged neatly, but not occupied by distant guests
on the floor together.
About each room that is seen, in front of the room there is a mirror that is clearly visible from
courtyards. Beautiful pictures and paintings are no less and hang on the walls regularly.
Whoever enters the house first, will be astonished and
astonished to see the beauty of the house and the tools there. Of course he will
said,”indeed rich people in this house”. While speaking, Aweng did not come out
forget to lift the gaze of all those present, then when he looked back
the front door curtain cloth was a girl he liked, Mira to be exact, then sit down. “Ssst!
Don't say his name, whispered his uncle Mira. When he finished talking, then
food is allowed to be eaten. They started eating. “ah don't be shy, eat, eat,
download this link,”.”Yes yes, thank you”, the invitation was welcomed by the Mira family,
“Good chance, “ Whisper whispered his uncle Mira. All on a cheerful laugh. Hold back
laugh each one, after finishing all the eating and feel full, then
someone came shyly lifting the plate to clean.It turns out the banquet that time was discussing about marriage. It is time for them to
married. Even though they have not finished college. The goal he thought would be quickly achieved
if he has been accompanied by his chosen wife, Mira will certainly help him”. Fatherly speech
Cawing. Month mauled, Aweng's wedding day with Mira came time. That young man
ask for 14 days' permission not to go to college. In that time, the marriage took place
her marriage. Of course the reception was luxurious and attended by many people, not sparing me
also received an invitation from Vienna. Two cows were slaughtered. The villagers there
usually entertained later, because there is set aside for the villagers themselves. Miras
adorned with great beauty, he wears black clothes, which is the usual customary sasak clothes
used for weddings in Lombok. When the bride came out of her room, she was accompanied
some people are also complete with beautiful costumes. When they see tears
Moist Mira like covered with clouds that hold rain water. His eyes are luy and swollen
a little like someone who just finished crying. There was the feeling of his heart
do not remain momentarily sad; momentarily drift everywhere. Sometimes he is afraid
take home. He began to think of the dangers, and the problems that
it may be faced later after marriage. Sometimes he thinks about it, though,
“It's clear, I won't be able to joke anymore with my family as usual everyday”, I'm not,
“For sure, not freely again in East Lombok if I've been bound by a
marriage with men”.
“Will but I must mate”, he said inwardly, and finally, his heart began to be a little relieved.
While the bride and the groom and her retinue of young women
young are far from the road. They were paraded with a very boisterous drum
his mana. In front of the bride walked three or four women. Peoplelike
fetch. After a long time paraded them even to the place that is addressed is the house of Mira, Mira,
then greeted people with Gendang Beleq as well. Among those who welcome the arrival
the bride was present a lot of community leaders until Jalan–jalan was closed because
the people who participated in the procession were very many. At home then the
the bride is welcome to sit on the lapel, which is beautifully decorated like the seat of a king. It was amazing to see the two beautiful brides together, like
the moon and the sun are flanked by glittering stars.
The flanking stars were two women dressed beautifully, and two
a handsome man who is mighty who is none other than the two parents of the bride
men and women.
The event was finally over as well. Everyone has disbanded to their homes
each, After struggling with the tip of the tongue out because of the length and then
the match is finished then the bride can go home to the bridegroom and the bridegroom
his retinue.
On that day, apparently there is still an important series of events and must be held
in the evening that is “Bejango” the bridegroom and his family came to his house
the woman's family to see the condition of the parents again. I don't know what the philosophy of “Bejango” is
that, obviously after they finished the plot, they had to go to the woman's family's house again.
According to custom, he returned goods from surung serah aji krame.
As for me, I joined the pageant troupe, I was ushered in by some
my friends, Yana, Urge. About last time magrib-began to go home. I'm ushered
by a few more people about there are two motorcycles, I'm with yana, and Desak same girlfriend.
As for Vienna, we split up shortly after the event was over, as it was indeed the original Vienna of Lombok
East, so do not come with us to Central Lombok.
Already halal, Mira and Aweng become lawful husband and wife. They live in carved houses, though,
they were honored like a king in that house. But it didn't last long, only
month long. They are always presented by the commotion of the household, the house
the stairs start to wobble.
It's always wrong to be home with parents, this-it's all wrong in the eyes of in-laws.
Mira is not as smart as people who can cook well, can do work
home like most people. Because Mira lives in a pampered family, no
never cook rice, never wash clothes, never wash dishes and never
doing other housework. That's what irritates the in-laws over Mira.”Mira, you need to be independent now!”,
“All work must be completed by yourself,”
“Must get used to in circumstances like this”. Her in-laws.
“Queen at home, is not a queen who sits back, but she has to do homework
with her own hands, isn't that the perfect woman?”. The story made Mira feel
embarrassed.
Mira just kept quiet in her room.
“Indeed, in our house, we have to do it ourselves until regularly arranged neatly, cleanly
and scented, but this isn't, unfortunately you don't do it with your own hands.,
“Don't be like staying in a hotel as you please”.
Mira standing upright in a windy stand. His lips have moved will reply to the innuendo
sharp it with a scream and a rough patch. But Mira immediately shut her mouth.
“ Shut up, otherwise...”. in the heart Mira wants to say those words.
Apparently Mira thinks it is an unexpected threat it can be
subjugate him. He then sat back down, muttering little
hold ones heart. Not crying.
Meanwhile Mira looked at her in-laws in wonder from behind the curtains of her room.
“Ajib,”. She said slowly, Mira,
”For so long hasn't been real little in my head,”
“Mertua whom I have respected all this time, that today he thinks as hard and as bad as that to me!”.
Inwardly wondering,”Where has gone the figure of meek behavior that you have often shown
to me all this time”.
“It turns out I was mistaken”.
After saying in such a heart, he was about to leave the house.
He wants to go back to his mother's house in East Lombok. But he tried to stay, though,
can't be too rash. He must put patience in his chest and must remember that
Mira was educated from a family that was full of discussion and put a strong heart. Sure
patient blood like his mother flows through his body Mira, and that trait cannot
just thrown away. Mira did not dare to tell her husband Aweng for fear
become rowdy, and grab it later.
Aweng came home from work around 18:00, before magrib was home. Opened
work clothes and pants and replace them with daily clothes at home.
“Mir, he said gently.
Mira did not answer her husband's call.
“Mir, darling,”take Her husband soft once again.
“What's up?”. Mira said at last in an indifferent tone.
“Why are you?”, while her husband's hand holds his wife's shoulder.
“No what”. While releasing the hand of her husband who had leaned on her shoulder.
Mira's tears that used to come out of happiness, now spill into tears of sadness.
Even her husband came out of the room and did not calm Mira, Aweng may have been affected
by his mother who thinks Mira is a spoiled child cannot be a daughter-in-law who
coveted. It has been a few months Mira also has no signs of pregnancy, what is possible
because of this, Mira became disliked by her in-laws. Aweng's attitude has also begun
changed, he's not what he used to be. Mira's suspicions arose with a hundred thousand suspicions
enveloped his mind. Lately her husband began to be angry often not careless.
Sometimes good; sometimes rough. Mira felt terrified to be in that house.“Or do I feel wrong?”, Mira starts to regret some of the questions she asked
it comes in his mind.
“The men I didn't know for so long are now incarnating to be actual people”.
“Wolf hairy sheep’.
Mira called Vienna asking to be picked up, as Vienna heard the news, Vienna was already
knowing there must have been something that happened to his cousin, then Vienna directly
telephoned me.
“Halo Sri, where else?”.
“Iya, hello win, I'm at home”. “why?”
“Sorry disturb Sri, “Boleh ask for help not a little”. Viennese said in a nervous tone.
“By, what is it?, “
”Tumben talk you this whole bunch, “
“Ya Sri, ,
“Seek Mira's house, try asking her how she is, try persuading her to finish
maslahnya himself first.”. At length, Vienna told me, even though I was also
trouble with my own love, plus Vienna again burdened me with people's problems
others. So I went to Mira's house, it was true mira was sad, face like
finished crying.
Mira and I were also pretty good friends thanks to Vienna. I also talked and
find a solution to the problem Mira is facing.
“In my mind I said, it turns out that it is true, we will never know someone
until that person dies”.
Never do we feel we know someone even if we are married, we will not
I have known that oang. We will get to know the person when we are dead and the one who served said “the deceased was a good person”. From there we know that
the person who knows it is a good person.
After I persuaded Mira not to return to East Lombok, I finally got the knowledge
from Mira's story, that, “love it is how we love someone it”, not
instead it says that love is coming from the eyes down to the heart not knowing why. That
only love from the heart descends into tears.
