DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
Release With Tears

We hurried to leave the PDS. HB Jassin has seven Amir Hamzah mosques just behind Graha Bhakti Budaya. After praying, we try to continue the chat that is still separated to be discussed completely.

“Lumayan is 30 minutes to calm down, while discussing what we will

upheaval.” My whispers in my heart still hold a curiosity about Astrid.

I sympathize at the same time very regretful, why it all came too late, no

more and I also realize inevitably this marriage must be held which

just count the days, even if I have no money.

If it is too thought this brain is not able to accommodate all the load.

The grove of trees hung over us, the twig that fell in front of me was probably normal for the gardener, but not for a fallen twig researcher he considers something that needs to be known more deeply the cause of the fall.

Likewise, when we face problems, maybe small things can look big, and vice versa big things look small just how we react.

We have not had time to sit in the shade of the trees, Astrid just wanted to anchor her body in the seat visible writing ‘Batak’ with black ink. And Astrid just laughed at the writing.

“Trid, see this?” I pointed my index finger to one word, ‘batak’ when just a few minutes ago Astrid wanted to have a life partner of a writer of batak. Although a little more, I was prejudiced nosy,” Are you my destiny? Or is it just a coincidence?” and Astrid was just throwing a smile more and more vividly clear dimples the girl. It's all too late!

From the nanar his face looks there is a speck of light that if I mean that he too

very sorry about what happened, ‘Why did we not know from the beginning? While everything can still be changed!?” or this is just the dew that falls for a moment and gets drenched in the morning sun, then disappears. Is this just fragrant orange leaf fragrance that was immediately slashed and the fragrance was lost in the wind?!

Time dragged us to immediately fulfill the task, after completion then whatever we will do was relieved.

As with the event in general, after the reception there are some of the invited guests who want to fill the event, like Dian Kelana she is a blogger who has known the figure of Mother in social forums she appreciates this moment by reading poetry, there is also a writer who has stood up in Hong Kong, he said, Dari she also read a poem, the rest of those who know the figure of Tari commented and told me a little bit of the gait of a woman in her twilight who continues to be committed to her life as a writer, as well as her life, to send a Mother around the world, because of her works.

Shame if I reflect on him, with a long illness and

gnawing at himself still he still works, great! While I only a few writings that have been published and not how much when compared with the works that are born from the fruit of the thought of women who

I have already visited a far Eastern country.

The clock tick continues to hunt, even though it still beats and speeds. A series of symphonies about the figure of a Muslim woman plus the accent of purple flowers, a color that is philosophized with a reflection of the rigor of a woman caring for and raising her children alone, sounding soft

when his daughter told me, “ we once begged royalty in a magazine office because there is no food at home.”

Now what I saw before me, made my faith more and more clear, those who are now great men, were indeed raised by pain, pain and tears.

Until finally they are able to obtain what he now gets the fruit of the consequences of the chosen path of life, if good then it will be good also the fruit picked.

After the event, closed with do’a and photo session with a senior writer who survived his works.

Mommy looks like a celebrity, the splash of camera blitz lights like fireworks that so beautifully decorate the night ceiling, like Mother at the age of twilight looks sparkling beautifully with her works.

Don't look at him now but look at him in his past, and how he got all this, that's all that matters.

My eyes continue to penetrate the view of the figure of the Mother who is so happy to welcome guests who have attended the event, want to say shame, even if you go home secretly does not seem indecent.

Ah, wait a few more minutes, maybe he will come to me and hope there is a little eye cendra he gave me, well, even if the cost of going home is enough for me.

In the pants pocket, there was only a fare to go home from Megaria to Grogol, after which

I was confused to keep the trip going. I tried to find Mother's attention, the only time she approached me.

Again his steps to approach me blocked guests who greeted and asked for a photo together, there were also those who asked to an autograph on the book they had bought.

With gontai steps I combed one by one the stairs, without asking permission

go home. The only way, I have to go from Grogol to the house.

Way like this I once did when indeed kepepet do not have the same cost

once. Inevitably well it must be like this, or if not shameless

ask the conductor to hitchhike. The risk, must have been pouted all the way.

Just a few more steps, all of a sudden,”Abaaaang, want to go home with no?”

That raucous voice came from behind my body, I tried to look back. Apparently Astrid took me home together.

“Abang prayer Ashar first huh Astrid?”

“Ikut Bang...I also haven't prayed!”

Not long after I knew him, not how long it had been familiar. Concomitant

we talk a lot about the writing world.

“I'm not a writer, but a storyteller.” Guyonku

“Oh, yes how if we try nulis together.”

Astrid's footsteps stopped, not realizing I had walked two steps first.

“Loh, how to stop neng?” From then on I called him by the name ‘Neng’ if it means the term call (say for a girl or a girl).

“Abang seriously?!”

“Well, why not be serious? Seriouslylaaah!”

I continue my conversation, “how do we make a novel?” I tried to equalize the steps, in line with him.

“OK. Who's afraid!”

“After the Ashar prayer we continue our conversation, how?”

“Each booss!”

The dried leaves fell, accompanying us to trace the path of the seven mosques of Amir

but only time is too late, or because I was in a hurry to determine the attitude. May Allah have another plan with all this, wallahu’alam.

“Ah, however perfect Astrid is not necessarily she is good for me, maybe

if we are fooled he will dominate the household, because it looks

from the way she behaves and speaks, truly a smart woman.” I refute the regret in my heart.

“Why are you late Trid?!” The other side of this heart refutes and still relates the incompatibility with the situation that has already occurred.

I try to accept the situation, however I must be grateful. What is God

give it, then that's the best. Is it not because of the intention that has been imprinted in the heart to step up and get married, God has opened the door of sustenance that I never expected.

“Kalo can be honest I'm comfortable with brother.”

I was stunned, staring at his face that still looked wet with ablution water, I saw his eyebrows still seen a few drops of water left, “Astrid why did you kill me with regret!” I really can't control myself, this head feels like it's about to break.

“Abang...” The girl bowed while watching what was written under the banyan tree, her fingers danced to the shape of the inscription,’batak’.

As if he was hinting for me to dare to decide, stop my marriage

it was almost void, because I pretended to send a message via short

message service to Nanda and claiming to be her ex.

Unexpectedly, Nanda replied with a naughty SMS. “Allahukabar!”

The blood whirred so intensely, the heart skipped a beat and my wits died for

thinking healthy.

I'm a normal guy who still has emotions, inevitably I have to talk about it

this is to Astrid's parents, even over the phone, because there is no way I have to go to Sumatra to talk to his parents just because of SMS and my desire to undo the intention and cancel this marriage.

“Aduh son, don't you embarrass us in the eyes of the crowd. The news that you want to marry Nanda has been conveyed to all relatives.

Shame until this wedding is not so! Where do we put our faces?!”

“So please save this marriage, later after you get married, up tolaah!”

Mashallah, this one is marked bad. But according to the experience of friends who have been married is indeed a test when the wedding, because the devil

most hate to see teenagers who want to encourage marriage, especially me who married Nanda without dating, without any physical contact and face to face, especially me who married Nanda, we only know once met it was because I borrowed a prayer mat for prayer, the rest ten years later found again. And I'm sure that Amel is a good woman from a good family too.

There is no reason for me to cancel the marriage, I must fulfill all these promises, all the words that have been spoken, if indeed my intention is to marry because

Allah, I give it all back to Allah.

I'm just from a puppet who has to do what the puppeteer wants to do with all this, for the sake of a stage play, well this world.

And I must be willing to be Togog, Bilung, Limbuk, Cangik and Semar once again, I just do this life according to the scenario God wants to give.

And remember! Only those who are professional in playing what God has outlined, it is they are professional artists and the wages he earns are different from amateur players.

I try to think positively about what has happened and to keep the honor of those who have left do’a from our marriage. That father

it's nice to hear I want to get married, even if it's a real concern.

“Dad, please do’a her blessing I want to marry Nanda. And I don't need to think much about me and this marriage, which Haidar wants Dad to take care of health, keep praying that God lift up your pain.” I whispered these words in the ear, the once mighty man is now unable to speak, he is mute after the blood vessels in his head rupture, Father is stricken

stroke almost a year he survived with a condition that is quite alarming, although the condition of the father cost a lot to seek treatment but anyway I have to perfect myself as a Muslim man.

After asking Father for his blessing, I also tried to talk from heart to heart to Mama who was lying with a nerve pain in her bent spine.

“Mah, I beg do’a and his blessing, Haidar wants to marry hopefully my wife later

can ease the burden of Father and Mamah, at least he wants to care for and maintain

you guys. Not that Haidar ignored the pain that Mamah felt without having to try

seeking treatment or not Haidar does not care about the pain of Mamah

and Father, naturally, I wish that God would open the door of sustenance

we all. I believe God helped me with this marriage and I am sure

angels always pray for me when I pray later. “

Dad sobbed and held back his crying, because I knew even though he could no longer speak.

I'm sure Dad was so sorry and didn't want to experience such pain,

my two younger brothers got married when Dad was still able to make a living

to finance Walimatul Ursy, I made my own money without expecting from both parents, and Dad felt it was a blow to him to fulfill his obligation to release his eldest son to the bailout.

Mamah was crying, I knew the depth of her feelings that she could not attend

my marriage later, without any witnesses only I myself spread the Sunda Strait, across the island of Sumatra to pick up my destiny.

Which parents are the? And which parent doesn't want to watch his first child get married!?

I understood the tears that were shed in both pairs of eyes, and both

lying helplessly.

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