Are You My Brother ?
The End of a Mission

The morning has come, the sunshine has shown its beauty. Morning beauty of motherland. True - really a very warm atmosphere in the soul even though it feels cold in the body. That morning as usual, I did my daily activities. Especially if you are not working to earn a living for yourself. Why do I call it for myself, because even though the salary I get is partly given to my mother, still the person in charge of the family's living is still my father.

In the afternoon, after coming home from work, I don't know what wind arrived - my brother took me to my old house. I also accept it, because indeed I also miss the house after a long time no longer there. But before that we went to a place that was very heartbreaking when we saw it, it was the grave of grandfather, the place where the inspiration had been.

" I feel like an ungodly grandson, I've never been on a pilgrimage here. It was as if I had forgotten the soul of someone very precious in my life" said my brother when he finished the pilgrimage.

" There is no need to overdo it, brother, now you bring me here, meaning you do not forget about grandfather," I said.

Under the lush trees - big trees in the cemetery area that 2 brothers were walking casually towards the exit gate. Although the atmosphere was so quiet and quiet, but our conversation made the atmosphere a little boisterous. Without feeling, we walked out of the funeral gate.

" Sister, go home first ! I still have business" I said to my sister.

" Business ?" Confused ask.

" Yes my brother, go first !" My orders.

" Oh...... Brother knows where you're going..... Cie who already has a heart," Godanya.

" Sok tau lo," I replied.

" Cie's.... Yes already, brother first yes," he said as he moved his feet towards our old house.

It was a longing to see a place in the past that I had left so long ago. My feet kept moving with the wind. My eyes move here and there witnessing the beauty of the past from places in the past as well. When it comes to the past, I feel very weak and always want to shed tears. I didn't feel like I was even getting to where I was headed, Sherly's house.

" Assalamualaikum" I said.

But there was no one inside the house. I try to repeat my greeting.

" Assalamualaikum, Sherly," I said.

But still no answer. I tried to say hello for the third time.

" Assalamualaikum" I said again.

I waited a while, but the results were still nil. Again, there is no truth from within. I don't know where he was, I don't know where the woman and her grandparents went. The house felt very quiet and quiet. It is like an uninhabited empty house. I even realized that Sherly's house could be that quiet, naturally, I rarely visited her.

" Huffff where are they ?" I complained by asking myself.

Because there was no sign of people coming out of the house, I also decided to go home, go home to my old house for sure. With a slightly disappointed feeling, I returned to the streets of the past. Some of the houses that are the homes of my SD friends were seen. There was also one of my friends who saw me when I passed in front of his house. But I can't say hello to him, it feels like there's a grudge in my heart. How not, someone who always considers friendship as a great bond is even used and not appreciated. Although in fact there used to be some friends who are aware of his mistakes, but also there are still those who are not aware of it.

I don't know why my heart, thoughts, feelings and actions are different. On the one hand I really want to end that grudge, but on the other hand I refuse to forget that past grudge. Actually not a grudge, just a heartache that never goes out. How not, 6 years I was with them, but never once I was appreciated by them as a friend. Always underestimated, reviled, and made into men. That was a cruel past for me.

Not long after, I also arrived at the house, a house of memories that can not be lost from memory. I went in and met my brother, it seems he was busy playing games on his smartphone while sitting relaxed.

" The game continues...." My panties.

" Eh... Hurry home..... How did he meet ?" Ask my brother to me.

" Ha ha ha ha ha, thanksgiving," Her eyes.

" Oh yes, you were sought by Mr. Anto earlier. She's in the back garden now, meet her !" Brother's orders.

" What's the matter, Mr. Anto, find me ?" My toot.

" Yes don't know, just meet, who knows what is important" replied my brother.

Without further ado, I headed to the back garden of the house to meet a man I had considered to be my own parent. But not the Mr. Anto I got, but a girl whose position was behind me was sitting relaxed on the bench of the park. My curiosity is turbulent, who is the woman behind a long dress with hair flying due to the wind ?

I tried to approach him with a sense of doubt, my steps were quite slow and long. Until I had enough of him, he turned his face to me. To my surprise, a beautiful woman looked at me with a gaze filled with happiness. Her sweet smile was engraved on her tiny lips. And at that moment I realized.

" Sherley...... You're...." My words are cut.

" Your brother asked me to come here" he said.

" so..... These are all brother's ideas ?" My toot.

" Yes," he answered with a sweet smile.

I also sat next to him. On a park bench behind the house while looking at the greenery that is kept awake from the many trees, flowers and grass there.

" Pantsan, I went to your house and no one. Eh know - know you're here" I said with a small laugh.

" Yes, my grandparents are also out, which is why no one is home" Sherly said.

" I see....." My response while looking at his face.

" You're beautiful" my welcome.

She was just embarrassed - embarrassed by the words of praise I said. Of course, being praised by the idol of the heart does feel very different. It was like flying through space with a very happy feeling

" Cie, some are ashamed" I said when I saw her smile - a smile without saying a word.

" What the hell." The reply was still with his smile.

We joke and laugh together. Until - until without us knowing, the day has begun to evening. Sherly was also allowed to go home and as a real man, I took the initiative to bring her home even if only on foot.

" Sister Iqbal, Sherly go home first yes," She's like my sister.

" Yes, heart - heart !" Reply brother.

" So, there are no more videos, right," my heart goes to my brother who is replied with laughter.

Shortly after, I drove Sherly home. Walking together under the light of twilight that soothes the soul. Such a glaring light of his infinity. A moment that many people look forward to because of its beauty. And that moment happened to me, coupled with the accompaniment of a woman of the heart. After driving the beautiful woman to her house, I went home.