Dear, My'Eve
A PIECE OF PUSDAI'S MEMORY

DEG !

An old figure, similar to a hajj with a stelan who was still charismatic in his twilight age was staring at his first grandchild with a sharp, concentrated and intimidating eyes, it was like that grandpa was staring at his interlocutor, anyone.

"Kang, I'm the same Azmi first. Later I will follow," said Ernest staring at Rama grim and bitter, but it looks like the young man is more robust than before, the strength of Ernest's determination strengthened at this time.

"That's your family?" rama asked, Ernest nodded, "mama sama grandpa."

Rama went ahead of the two, "i am Ramadhan." His hand was outstretched before the granda of John. The eye that has been a witness of life for more than half a century is gnawing at the figure of a young father in front of him, more worthy to be called his brother Azmi than called his father.

"John, John Pradiawan.." grandpa shook Rama's hand. Then he clenched both hands on the chest when he turned to look at Ernest's mother, as well as Azmi who salim takim on both.

Rama saw Ernest again, "okay Nest, if you need a place to talk to your family..." Rama nods politely towards mama Iren and grandpa, then is reciprocated by a polite nod of grandpa Yo.

"You can use the gazebo of my yard, or in the courtyard of the mosque near the post."

"Yes kang, thank you."

"You know I'm the same Azmi first, come on..."

"Nest," Azmi patted Ernest's shoulder as if giving a cheering pat, as it passed.

After the departure of Rama and Azmi, Grandpa asked Ernest to get into the car.

"Grandpa wants to talk to you, can we find the nearest cafe?"

"Yes grandpa" replied Ernest according to. While Iren's mother was silent, she did not dare to interrupt if she had spoken up.

Ernest entered on the back bench, sitting next to the grandpa and Iren's mama was next to the driver.

Cars began to move through the mosque and houses in the direction of the exit gate of the village. All Ernest did was stare nanar out the car window, until finally he decided to open the sound, melting the atmosphere that had been filled only by the sound of the car engine.

"Grandpa how are you?" ask her. Dark black netra with eye bags in the lower area turned his head, his gaze now dimmed on the grandson.

"Good.initially."

"After hearing the news if the son of grandpa drove out granddaughter, grandpa's condition is still good, but when grandpa's daughter-in-law said that the reason is because granddaughter grandpa intends to change beliefs, the blood pressure of grandpa is quite up..."

"Hm" Ernest lowered his head, "sorry..."

Mama Iren watched the interaction from the rearview mirror, and listened to how her in-laws acted. Ernest will always obey and according to what was said by the grandpa, he was quite close to the CEO of the Prediawan group.

"here sir?" ask the driver to interrupt when the car is right next to a coffeshop.

"Can." Answer the brief grandpa. Instead of descending granda instead told mama Iren to go down.

"Iren, can you wait here? Let Ernest papa take a minute?"

Ernest's movement was stifled when he was about to descend and then looked at his grandfather and mother alternately.

"Well, Iren, you want to talk to Ernest at the cafe with Iren?" maybe he objected enough, because he wanted to join the chat in-laws with his son.

But the gaze of grandpa made mama Iren suddenly melt and accept, "yes already. Iren wait here," he finally relented and came down.

In the net, can Ernest see if mama Iren stare at the car and then into the cafe, while he himself.

"Yus, Pusdai ya.." pinta grandpa, just so suddenly Ernest frowned, didn't he....

"Grandpa, not Pusdai." Ernest finally opened his voice.

"Islamic center of propaganda? You really!" his nod. Ernest still do not understand why the grandpa brought them to the central area of Islamic preaching, since when did the grandpa like it?

All the questions piled up in his intelligent brain, but Ernest had not dared to mention, he preferred to keep it neatly until he later explained.

Grandpa chuckled, "grandpa deliberately did not invite your mama. He's too chatty, always on the stove and can only cry while screaming, noisily!" grumpy grandpa really made Ernest pull his slanted smile, *that's how mama*.

"Grandpa's daughter-in-law" replied Ernest. Grandpa nodded, "grandpa's daughter-in-law."

The old hands held Ernest's hand as a pedestal to help him walk apart from his beloved wand.

"Pusdai, the place.where my first love blossomed." he said softly as he stared at the building with meaning between the dark of night and the glowing lights of the mosque.

"We're sitting there, jajan canki! Yus, try calling a traveling cobbler!" the door to the driver.

"Yes sir." He nodded and left. While Grandpa took Ernest sitting in the garden with a bench wall surrounded by trees and glass with reciting verses of the Qur'an, it looks beautiful sparkling because deliberately put lights under it to be highlighted, at least that's what Ernest saw.

"What's grandpa mean?" both of them sat on one of the walls.

Grandpa rested his hands on his lion's scepter, his eyes looking straight at the building that was now at the side, as if he were exploring the time to the time where he had enjoyed a little sweet moment before, a sweet moment before, visible from the line of lips that bend smile.

"Nisa, my first love.she is the one who shows all the beauty of the world for grandpa, she is the beauty behind her hijab. Therefore, grandpa became someone who obeyed in worship as now.he was with his belief, and grandpa with the belief of grandpa..." Ernest nodded in understanding.

"And here, the beautiful story begins, Pusdai.." grandpa looked at Ernest with a glare of my eyes implying that he was longing for those times.

"Have you said 2 sentences log in?" ask grandpa suddenly. Ernest was quite surprised, not because he was surprised to know the word shahadah, but why grandpa suddenly asked that.

"Not yet grandpa" replied Ernest.

"Hm. For a lifetime, Grandpa never taught grandchildren to defy the rules of belief let alone just because a human being can die." John's gaze turned back to Ernest.

"But if it comes from your heart, then whatever happens or even kills you then neither your mama, your papa, grandpa will be able to prevent you from pursuing your peace...."

Ernest was quite jolted by the words of the old man who was famous for his obedience to the church, the old man who was so obedient to the book and the determination of his Lord*. He who is famous does not know tolerance for mistakes especially rules.

"What makes you stir up the whole house, make your father and mother angry? What reasons would you like to *hijrah*?" ask her back.

Ernest looked down, "Where I found peace. There I found the answer to everything* lost* an'ku."

Grandpa smiled as Yusin arrived with a canki merchant.

"Well, this is my favorite and Nisa's! Zhih!" he put his stick on the side.

Grandpa immediately ordered baso and siomay plus white tofu, his favorite snacks used to be with *someone beautiful, Nisa*. Ernest and Yusin.

Ernest stopped the movement of his hand that was cutting the baso, "Then where is Nisa?"

Grandpa glanced at Ernest at a glance but still chewed siomay, fortunately his teeth are still good, so he can still enjoy his favorite foods at an age that is no longer young.

"He is with his Lord." It was clear that the man was holding back a pile of sadness and longing, even though he was as strong as he could bear, but his eyes could not lie if he was grieving again.

"Cancer, is the path that God gave to take Nisa 47 years ago. But Nisa was never seen crying when the people around her including the grandpa had flooded with tears, she just smiled..."

There was a heavy sigh from the grandpa John, "you what did he say?" ask grandpa.

Ernest shook his head, "he said let the pain felt to be a melting pot of his sins during his life in the world." and now the old hands that were holding this chicken bowl could not help but tremble. Smoke aroma of broth baso from the boiler mamang can not necessarily rival the smell of tightness in the nose grandpa.

Grandpa looked back at Ernest, "if you are sure of your determination to emigrate, never play with faith. Then grandpa will be the one who supports you to emigrate..."

Ernest howled in his place, God is indeed omnipresent in the hearts of men.Nobody knows how wonderful God is for the way of His servant.

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