Between Love and Love
Love is bullshiit.

If love exists and is real, but why would they abandon me? There is no love other than His love.

-**Tara*** -

Yes mom, thank you!" After saying Tara left Bu Susi's shop.

"Welcome to enjoy a packet of rice luk love ya neng," Goda Bu Susi.

Tara smiled while carrying a black crackle containing two servings of nasi uduk. Recalling his encounter with the Clouds. Pretty handsome and nice, that's what's on Tara's mind.

Chequelek

Slowly Tara went inside her boarding room. Again a sigh accompanied his steps when he saw his friend lying helplessly on his foam mattress.

"Well, when are you like this, Salma! Because love is like gini. Rise up! Our lives are too beautiful to mourn love. For I cannot love the same man. I love God enough." Lirih Tara's

"Tara, I'm thirsty. Ambilin drink dong!" Salma Pinta.

"Are you aware?" Tara asked, her right hand outstretched, giving Salma a glass of water.

"Good thing I could go home. I drank most of it last night" Salma replied with a single gulp she finished the water in the glass that Tara had given her earlier.

Salma is Tara's best friend. They were friends from long ago. Salma's heartbreak has often tormented her with drinking and spending her Sunday nights at club nights in the past few weeks.

"Lo luckily what the hell is a gini, Salma? Si Darren also did not see the condition of you who like this really. Now that you live your life, there are still many good men who will love you for who you are."

"Gue doesn't have any profit, but I can't seem to forget my problem for a moment Tara. I feel unworthy of anyone after what I did with Darren. I believe in him. I'm Nyesel Tara" cried Salma. For a moment he bowed, shedding his cry in front of Tara.

In the name of trust because in the land of love. One mistake made that was left behind was only regret. The lost will not return, pain is a must that is felt at all times. Can't forget, but should we fall? Hasn't everyone ever made a mistake?

"Lo, stay lo . There is still a good Salma that many people love. Nothing is missing from you, Salma. If you're nurtured like this, does Darren see you? Will he come back the same? I told you from the beginning there was no genuine love from humans. Only God is sincere with us. The love of all people according to me. And you're still reckless with Darren."

The flash back

Salma approached Tara who was sitting at the end of the bed. Salma hugged Tara's body firmly. It felt like this was the most calming thing for her. Tara is three years older than Salma. So, you could say Tara is a figure of an older sister for Salma. Tara's mature attitude and nature does not just happen. He was orphaned growing up in an orphanage in caci and in maki people was biased for him when he decided to leave the orphanage. Living in Jakarta is not easy. One day, he blames God for everything that happened to him. Dumped family, in the lives of his little best friend who once grew up together in an orphanage. I was ostracized in the work environment. Even eating with salt he did.

The lost Tara fell, but she rose again because there were many more difficult out there than her. Tara doesn't trust anyone in her life. Parents who are supposed to love and love wholeheartedly throw themselves away. Then, which love from humans does Tara believe in? To make Tara's heart untouched by anyone. Time to work and work to change his destiny. Still clearly remember when he left Surabaya to Jakarta to look for his little friend. Not much capital and a piece of photo and address listed in the area Kalideres Tangerang but he did not meet his best friend. The address is there but his best friend doesn't live there anymore.

That night in an angkot he sat in the back corner while shaking hands with his hands smothering his black backpack. Angkot from Cimone Tangerang to Kalideres and stop in the Rajek area is already deserted only a few passengers because the clock has shown at 20:00 wib. Tara just stayed in a yellow angkot he resigned where the angkot took him.

"Neng, don't you come down? This is the last stop of Angkot. I'll go back to Tangerang again." Obviously the angkot driver to Tara.

"Sa-yeah, don't know where to go sir. I was there looking for my friend's address but didn't see." Tears that were held Tara spilled instantly. Alone in the city there are no relatives.

The driver felt sorry for Tara. He helped Tara.

"Yes, sir. Thanks." Thanks."

Between believe and not Tara only according to the father of the angkot driver. If you go down on the side of the road there will be many criminals. If you do not necessarily follow the father of the driver lift is a good person. But, Tara chose to come with the driver of the angkot. At least he did not rain because outside was drizzling.

After a journey of almost an hour. The yellow cargo stopped in a wide alley. Stop in front of a large house among other houses.

"Down, boy! Come inside!" Pinta the driver of the angkot.

Still standing where Tara was getting trembling. An ugly thought suddenly flashed in his head. Both hands firmly gripped her black color bag.

The driver understood. Must be the girl in the trunk scared. He entered the house and called his wife.

Tara who saw the driver's father left just silent. The fear of hunger and stifling because from the morning has not bathed and eaten. Not no money at all but he had no appetite for food.

"Assalamualaikum son, let's go down! Don't be afraid there's a mom and dad here." Sapa a middle-aged woman wearing a hijab is very beautiful and looks reassuring.

Tara lifted her head. He smiled at the beautiful middle-aged mother.

"Waalaikumsalam, ma'am." Answer Tara.

"Come, down! It's been the night cleaning myself up inside. Don't be afraid there's a mom and dad here."

Tara got down from the angkot, she walked closer towards the mother. Tara's hand was held in her hand to enter the house. His steps slowly followed the wife of the angkot driver.

"Sit down!"Pinta Ibu Nur's.

"I-yes, ma'am," Tara sat down but an unrelenting look swept through every corner of the 4x3-sized room. Calligraphy paintings dominate as well as photos of a couple who were on the holy land. He is Rusli and his wife Nur. A kind middle-aged couple helps Tara.

"Do not be afraid, the mother and father are immigrants from Bojonegoro. We are both from Java. You notice your medok accent is like a Javanese boy. What's your name?" ask Mr. Rusli who is speaking. Already from the actual angkot, Mr. Rusli noticed the movements of Tara.

"Damn, sir. Surabaya pole kulo. Nami kulo Tara's." Tara uses Javanese.

"Oah, Surabaya to. Yowes saiki ados kono. You're in resikki. Keep on mengko manganese together."

"Sampean niku sir, kawke dewe rung flush kok ngangkon wong liyo."

"Yes, yo mom. Yowes siru siram ndisek," Mr. Rusli passed leaving his wife and Tara in the living room.

"Come, come with me to the upper room. I can shower there. Because there's a bathroom in it."

When she was upstairs Tara was so surprised to see the room above her.