DESTINY IS NOT WRONG
What's the News of Merpatiku?
Welcome to Candra Di Muka, I breathe deeply in this philosophized city of Sanghyang Wisesa, where dozens of Indonesian musicians were born, the center of trand and fashion is more popular than Jakarta itself which is the capital city. Bandung, the second city after Yogyakarta that I hope to live in this place, the city that became a gift from Herman Willem Daendels, was, a Governor of the Dutch East Indies who initiated this city to be a residential settlement.
So beautiful and harmonious, natural and other beauty charms that belong to the birthplace and death of Indonesian literature, just put it like Dewi Lestari Simangunsong born in Bandung, Bandung, Abdul Moeis who closed his age in the city of flowers. Now I'm not just transiting but settling for a while, for a movie project that almost all of its locations are taking place in this place. The rest is Jakarta and for Foreign Affairs, Germany-Masjidil Haram.
It was in this city that I began to open a new page, in a Villa belonging to one of the producers, such complete facilities, ranging from home theater, billiard, billiard, swimming pool and complete food and drinks in the fridge. The floor alone is of large marble, the bedroom looks so luxurious, plasma television, play states, tv cable and so forth. I'm not used to luxury like this, so to say I live in the Capital City but minimal facilities.
The bathroom with the large pool that after I googled it was called a bathup, two full faucets of hot and cold water, as well as a long faucet whose water flowed like a waterfall, and, and if that's me, shower her name. Unfortunately there is still less than this room, I do not know which Qibla and I did not find Sajadah, Al-Qur’an and prayer beads. After I asked the two housekeepers who were deliberately prepared for me, then they gave it to me.
In my study, I saw two computers with large monitors and a brand-name laptop that I knew cost me a dozen million. The sound system is complete, but no television is intentionally not provided in this room, maybe they want me to really work. But I felt lonely every wall as if to paint a dull face of mama, and my sisters with golden frames.
“If only they were here.”
At first glance the face of the father with his smile continues to encourage, as he spoke, “ Already forget the business at home, this is the time you prove to the world that the father's son is a great writer.” These tears had involuntarily drenched my cheeks and collar, there was regret left.
If only father was still alive, I want him to feel the softness of a luxurious mattress because his body is used to sleeping on the floor only with a thin mattress that the seams have been removed. In my room now the blanket is thick and smooth, come to light again when my father prepares his hands with fingers flanking in both his armpits, because of the extreme cold of the night wind.
“ O owner of the secret of death and king in the realm of barzakh, accept all the good deeds of the father who is now covered in a shroud all by himself. Accompany and embrace him with Your Rahman who covers everything, Do not torture the body that is now helpless, because of deliberate or unintentional mistakes during his life. Fall away his sins with all the good he has instilled in his life.
Godlike...
Remove his tears when he misses those he loves during his life Do not let him be moody, lament his solitude.
Accompany and comfort him as the black mist envelops his face, which will be in tears for some time. Take care of him like he took care of me from evil and nosy hands when I was a kid.
Wish him with Your Grace, do not let him feel the hunger of Your Maghfirah.
Like he would never let me moan about hunger in his life.
Cleanse his body from sin and nothing just as he often cleanses my body when covered with dust and stains after I play.
Yes Rabb...
Give my longing greetings to Him in the verses of do’aku I groan to You, give word to Him, now the son he loves has pursued his career and I tell You
O Allah, worship me for the gift You gave us to be a useful Muslim for the benefit of the people, until You lift me up as I am today.
ROBBI AUZI'NII
ASYKURO NI'MATAKALLATII AN'AMTA 'ALAYYA
“ O my Lord, give me inspiration to continue to be grateful for Your blessing which You have bestowed on me.”
Now there is no place for me to share my story, which always faithfully accompanies my nights when anxiety stabs at the heart, when loneliness begins to kill, and when longing stabs at every beat of the heart. I cross my dreams all by myself, I look for the cure to my lonely pettiness that I knit in the silence of the night, dyed lips and brown eyes that hide the smile behind her orange hijab.
“How are you doing Vega? The pigeon without my wings.” I stared at the stars behind the window.
Does he feel also like I am now shivering withstanding longing, this is my break time for a moment to complete hundreds of full-production screenplays. And I tried to contact Vega, but the phone wasn't active. After five minutes, I contacted him again, but the results were nil and there was no news. Status on facebook, twitter, BB contact, whats app was never replaced. What's wrong with her?
The two numbers that I have are not active, the more I get nervous. But I have to be professional not to disturb my concentration to complete this task, I have to sort out the problems that can eliminate my feelings in writing. If there is one secene something wrong, it can have an impact on the quality of production.
Well, in my work space there is a line of rules that I should ta’ati, ranging from the problem of using a mobile phone, hours of rest and holidays to write, starting from, although the rules are made as a reference only and not too standard, but I must follow.
Taregetku completed the full screenplay of this film for one month, although it was targeted from the production house for two months, no later than one month and a half or 45 working days. Hopefully I can reach that target, so that this film will be worked on soon. And I began to look forward to immediately go to Germany and the passage to the city of Milan-Italy I want to feel the charm of the city of the birth of the Panzer team and the architecture of the building that is waiting to give its own charm for me. Just like that I looked at Vega and tried to stay in a relationship that was only a good friend, I tried to make him comfortable and still find out why he broke our heart.
Is there anything else? Or maybe he tried to avoid me or there was other pressure so he did not continue this relationship? Should I hold on?! Until finally I was like a candle trying to illuminate even though in reality he melted and ate his own fire?! Whatever Vega thinks is best, even if he already has.
Two nights in a row I wish there were signs that he was still there for me, and for the umpteenth time I noticed the status on his social network there was no news of the girl who had suddenly disappeared, This concern is growing and I make sure that he is no longer there for me.
“One by one I have to delete and definitely can!” My words encouraged me to delete all the stories about Vega and I tried to ventured to delete the account, the phone number that I thought he had changed the new number.
The inner war that was so intense when I closed my eyes began to delete his name on my social networking account. It started when I managed to delete her facebook account from my friendship, when I tried to delete her BB contact a marked vibe was there that was looking for more attention, surely if there is a vibrate like this there is a PE-PING!!! I also found out, apparently it's from Vega who plans to remove the BB contact. At first I didn't want to answer, but her greeting first made it unusual for me to do that.
“You healthy?”
“Aalhamdulillah's. You?!” I replied VIA Chat in BB.
“Where is it?!!” Much
“HP his bablas missed, I'm in a hurry.”
Ls i? Until so much forget and instead of mobile phones are now a vital communication tool. Why did he leave her so easily?! Or there could be a sudden need until he forgot to bring it. And I believed what he said, even if it was a little illogical.
Our conversation VIA chating is getting longer and Vega is indeed the most powerful, never stop to talk at length not only in Blackberry Messenger but in social networks he was strong despite the state of the battery low batt but while in-carger he continued the chat before there was a word, he continued, “ I rest first well?” Or cut with the prayer and eating, at most that's all I often find. Although once in a while chat serious to not feel almost half daily, only discuss the past alone.
“I am from a broken family, unlike any other family. Mama-papah often fight because suspected papah has another partner I do not want to know.
Papa's nature is so harsh, indifferent and never treats himself as
priest and head of the family.”
“Continue your tuition from where?” “Self-cost.”
“Kok can?”
“Well I want to be independent. I make money as SPG, usher and modeling for college costs.”
Feeling that this was a serious conversation and had entered his private life, I immediately contacted him, as I felt it was time to find out the other side and background of the girl that made me curious. And he was drifting in the story of the past and the one he was facing.
“The destruction of my life when entering the world of SPG and Usher, have been accustomed to nightlife, every home staggering, drunk every night and times like this I call the era of my Jahiliyah first. Hahahahaha.”.
“Then you can become a flight attendant?”
“From there I tried to hijrah to register myself as a flight attendant, because I really want to earn more than what I have earned. Then sign up as a flight attendant on a national airline, but I failed at the piskotest and was offered as a pessenger service assistance, semacem checker quality control, then I moved to the lounge as a check baggage at executive class.”
“Teruuus get into Merpati?”It's getting me curious.
“Naaaah, while I was staying at the checkin counter which happened to be next to the Merpati counter, the employee gave me info that Merpati was in need of a vacancy as a flight attendant. Howling to skip work, even though I apply to take the entrance exam, until the time I want to start education, then I need to quit.”
“Reason you got out of the flight attendant?”
“I much bully.”
“Only that?” I began to shower him with questions. Unlike at the beginning, when this question he began to look clumsy and think long. I'm trying to find another, lighter question.
“Who is Bully?! What's it like?”
“Senior. In the lock in the room and can not play or eat in the lounge.”
“Heeeem this...unnatural and definitely senior have reason!”.
“Hahahaha..aku..dating with pilot.”.
“Panteees!!”
Stopit! I didn't ask any more details for this one and went back to a pretty serious question, besides there must be a reason until Vega completely resigned from the pigeon. Slowly it opens.
“Ok. I'm already sleepy. Can I sleep first?”
“Oooh, yaudah.”
Our conversation was interrupted there, and I resumed my obligation to complete the scenario that had entered the climax, I wrapped with tear seasoning should detail I explain the parts that provoke the emotions of the audience later.
Getting into the romantic side as well as the motivation of a Syahrel, the main character in the film. Until the ending I drop frangipani flowers right on the tomb board.
This is the hardest part of me to complete the task with a heart condition that until now had not found an answer about Vega, Merpatiku. Which if I ask, “ I am who are you?” he always replies with the words,” Nggaaak tauuu!” but if I decide to walk away from his life, he asks for me to stay by his side. The more I don't understand what this all means?! I make sure no one is close to him.
I dare to make sure of that, because indeed whenever I tried to discuss matters of the heart, Vega always brought up her past, which had twice failed to marry. And I'm sure this is what scared him to lose the person he loves the third time.
“Aaah, maybe this is just my Pede and it is impossible that I can get him completely. Remembering his mantra was a newsreader on one of the television stations owned by Grup Bakrie.”