Asking You In Every Bow
47. Memories
"You only have two choices. Tell Abi if you have chosen one of those options." Bilal said again before finally leaving the living room and visiting the room room.
Ramdan looked over and looked at his mother and brother.
"Honestly, Umi feels a little disappointed in you, Ram. So is Umi Fatwah there. Do not let You make Umi Fatwah there feel back disappointed with the choice you will take." said Marwah without looking at the stepson, Ramdan. Then he got up from the sofa and walked off into the room.
Only Ramdan and Fatimah are left. Ramdan was unable to stare at the bead of the older brother who would also feel disappointed just like their two parents. However, it turns out Fatimah actually moved to sit next to Ramdan. He smiled little and looked at his sister.
"Ram, look at Big Brother." said Fatimah who had seen Ramdan just looking down, even though he was beside him.
"I did something that disappointed you. I have done wrong as if Abi was guilty. I was wrong, not you. I deny the knowledge Abi gave me. I should have kept myself from all the seduction of the devil, I almost surpassed my limits as another mahram." Ramdan lamented at length.
"Make that a lesson. Abi and Umi love us very much. They only wish the best for our future. As Umi just said earlier, if now you let them down, do not let you make them disappointed for the second time by taking your choice" said Fatimah advised in a soft tone.
"Before, we planned to tell Umi and Abi how you feel. But it turns out that God planned something else. We know that not all human plans are successful, but the plan that God gives is a good thing" Fatimah continued.
Ramdan nodded his head understandingly. Trying to smile and accept the truth. "Then I have to choose which of the two choices Abi gives?" asked Ramdan softly.
"Sister can't answer it. You better ask your little heart, and ask the Creator because He is the Owner of all answers." replied Fatimah giving advice.
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The afternoon changed night. So even with the color of the sky that looks dark, but still looks bright because of the light and light of the moon and stars. Make the sky tonight so beautiful and full of decoration.
However, that was not what made Imran's current smile expand. His smile was caused because his eyes were focused on a piece of photo he was holding. Not only the eyes, but his mind also invited the previous memory. His heart again felt that mood of memory that flashed.
A photograph is not too large, about ten square centimeters. Yes, it looks like a polaroid photo with a white background. In the photo there is a figure of a man who is none other than himself with a girl hijab shari who is none other than the girl he likes, Maura. The photo was taken by Imran's friend who became a paparazzi. Imran washes or converts the digital photo into a polaroid photo that aims to be able to store it in a box.
After long periods of staring and recalling that memory through a photograph, Imran took out a box not too big, but also not too small. The box was about thirty inches in length. Made of teak wood, deep brown, giving the impression that the box looks simple but elegant.
Imran opened the lid of the box, which showed several other objects that he would someday show the girl who became the main character in the memory of the chocolate box. Not when.
Shortly after Imran closed the box and put it in the closet, then locked it. Of course because he did not want anyone to know the contents of the box other than himself. Someone called out his name from behind the room door, making Imran immediately approach and open the room door.
"Why, Ma?" ask Imran.
"Eat" said the mother, named Arshy. Arshy clasped his son's hand to take the child to the dining room. Imran could not resist because Imran loved his mother very much. Imran just smiled a little and started walking towards the family dining room.