Dear, My'Eve
LIFE IS LOST

Ernest sat down cross-legged in front of Rama, "are you steady?"

Ernest nodded steadily, "iya kang."

"I'd like it to be like you before." Rama confirmed his sitting position, then he looked at Ernest seriously full of investigation, "does your family know?"

Getting such a question Ernest fell silent, it took him some time to answer and Rama knew about it, with Ernest's reaction alone, he could guess what the answer of this 17-year-old youth was.

"I would have told you, but wait for the right time and a cool head" replied Ernest, breathing heavily.

"My guess is. Good or bad you still have to talk before Ernest, out of context whether they accept it or not is important you have spoken and asked for blessing," replied Rama.

"Definitely kang, I would say. But..."

"Your parents don't accept it? Or even you again have the same family problem," shoot Rama right.

"Controversy must be Ernest, the path of the hijrah will not be easy, but if you still remain confident, and more confident.I am happy to help, later on Saturday I will empty the schedule, I will, later we come to ponpes my relatives in Gerlong area, Sukasari."

Ernest nodded with a smile, wait for me, he thought.

Unbeknownst to them from the front street of the mosque, a luxury car was parked watching Ernest and Rama chatting inside, although he could not hear the conversation of the two.

Bugh! Bugh! Bugh!

The hand adorned with a watch and the white gold bracelet hit the steering wheel several times.

"You've been lying to Mama, Nest!"

"Tante," Caroline rubbed gently on Iren's mother's shoulder, along with feeling angry, upset and sick.

The droplets of tears dripping down the cheeks, "tante is wrong! All this time aunty think, aunt already know aunty children, aunty children are fine even though aunt om work outside, especially Ernest!" he bowed his head on the steering wheel with a vibrating body.

"Tante, this is not a aunt or om..this is his fault Aisya tan, before Ernest knew him, Ernest was fine!"

"This is the effect of Aisya," he continued with a face that had been filled with malice and fiery.

Mama Iren leaned her head against the seat and closed her eyes, what did she have to say to her husband? What should he tell his father-in-law? Ernest chose his own way of life?! Should he let go?

"Tante, do we want Ernest's samperin now?" caroline asked, Mama Iren shook her head, "and we're looking for a storm in the village of people.." for now, going home seems like the best option for her while thinking about what action she will take next.

His meeting with Rama just now will be the beginning of his beautiful plan for hijrah, but Rama's remark was true, he should not be silent without news to the family, he said, but honestly he could not if he had to be honest with the family, because it was definitely a rejection that he would get.

*Hijrah is not easy, Ernest*.

The door of the house was opened. And when that happened, as Ernest knew, it was the last blink of an eye he remembered before he fell on the lawn.

"You want to learn**people's beliefs**?!"

*bughh*!

*bughh*!

"Yeah!" the hysterical screams of Iren's mother blared that held her back.

"I have guessed! That goddamn girl has an influence on you! !" his yell.

"He has already doctrinated you!"

"And you! How can you fail, your child to follow people!" Now alternately the screams echoed towards Mama Iren from papa Edo.

Caroline helped Ernest move, with a thick red melt at the corner of her lips, Ernest brushed aside Caroline's help.

Ernest did not argue papa'nya, the person who until yesterday still praised and confounded himself in front of business colleagues, relatives, family, is now the first to beat him when he learned other beliefs.

"Ernest wants to be a Muslim, ma.ma..."

"You're a child less aj ar! From this moment on, you are no longer my son! Go !!!" ejected screaming.

"Father!" mama Iren cried while screaming.

Is this the steep road that Rama often said, the determination of his heart tested by the steep winding road, sending Ernest into the deepest gap of hearts. Like a nightmare that comes without permission and signs, papa Edo banishes and throws it away. For a moment, Ernest's life was lost. Or is this what Rabb wants, so as not to leave anything when he wants Ernest to enter? It was just Ernest himself.

"What's in your brain, Nest?! Do you want to be like Aisya?! You Crazyaa?!" caroline tapped Ernest's chest.

"Ernest pull your words, Nest! Tell me if all this is just your joke, just your mess?!" pinta's mother Iren held both of her son's arms, but Ernest's gaze was bitter with sadness.

Mama Iren cries to release Ernest.

"Never go back to this house! Leave all the facilities I love! From this moment on, you have no right to go back to this house!" papa Edo's wrath drew his wife in forcefully and violently.

"Nlt!" Caroline shook Ernest's shoulders, but it was just the sharp gaze Ernest gave her.

"What the hell did Aisha love you?! What does Lord Aisha love for you? This want you? Expelled om Edo, make aunt Iren cry, and our faith is ashamed?!" caroline asked impassively slapped Ernest. Ernest spat mixed in rah, wiping the tip of his lips and the corner of his cheekbones.

"Say mama, I'm saying goodbye!"

"Nlt! Ernest!"

There was nothing that Ernest had to explain anymore now, even Caroline's question was difficult to explain in a series of words, because what she felt would not be able to be described with words other than calmness, tranquility, and calmness, warmth, and the vibration of the heart.

He clutched his backpack, and walked in no direction of destination, only one of which was in the brain of a sudden smart-blank, mosque. Not a drink or a nightclub but rest on *who moves his heart*.

"Nest, where are you going?!" caroline shouted to follow.

With a battered face Ernest walked out of his house. There is no way he went to the Grandpa house, his grandfather was one of the most devout congregations, did not rule out the same thing he would get even more than this, he said, and Ernest wasn't ready for that.

Many times Aisya contacted Ernest, but the young man did not pick up his call, not usually. Though whatever Ernest was, if Aisya called it would definitely answer him immediately.

"Ck, where's Ernest going?"

Aisya deliberately came early to wait for Ernest to come, he waited in front of the school gate, just in case if Ernest's big motorbike mon cong looks he will intercept it like a stall. What would someone else say, karma? Because he often refused Ernest and now turned around.

Several times he glanced at the watch in hand, but of the many students who entered through the invisible gate of Ernest's nostrils.

"Aisha!"

"Tante, that's Aisya!" show Caroline.

A fashionable middle-aged woman approached Aisya with Caroline, from the look of her face she looked upset, angry, and swollen.

"You're called Aisya?!" shoot judes.

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