Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 12: The Real Step

Andre tried to open the pendant of hearts. No need to wait for long, finally the locket is open as well.

He looked at the photos inside. There's a picture of a little girl stored there. It looks like Nur is still cute and adorable. Not wrong, this must be him.

Then, on the other hand, there is a picture of a boy who has just turned teenage. I seem to know. A face that is familiar to me. Isn't that Bahrul Ulya, my best friend ...

Ulya, is that really you.

And what you told me yesterday was Nur.

And the sister you always call is the one I want to be my halal right now.

Nur, What you call the call of Uya is Bahrul Ulya, my friend

People are always waiting for you to come.

Tears drop when destiny says something else about you.

I can't lie to myself that I've kept a long sense of him for a long time. Since he was High School, without knowing that he is your sister who you miss until now

When Nur shed tears, I did not have the heart. Because of misunderstanding between you I can't bear. I want to wipe away her tears. But I have no power. Because I'm not who he is.

I want to whine him in my arms so that the lara he feels can be gone. Honey at that time I was able to. He is not halal to me.

So from that moment on I was determined, not wanting to see her tears come out. Until God can grant that . I should take him off for you, my best friend. I'm sorry, I can't.

Let me try to have her love for me.

Forgive me Ulya, if I want to wipe her tears.

Andre clenched the locket back and put it in the box. Then quietly take the ring that was there. Observe a name written. That's your name, Ulya.

With a heavy heart he put the box into his safe. Then try to lay down on the bed. There was regret for him but he was helpless.

Because he has long kept the taste. And now his hope is in sight. Not wanting to let go even for friends.

But strengthened his heart, to contact Ulya.

"Assalamu'alaikum .... Ulya."

"Wa'alaikum salam ..., tumben remember me."

"How are you doing right now?"

"good. You how? ... . What's wrong, man. Is there anything happy?"

"There's nothing. How nich ... Still the bet."

"Still, it looks like I smell a series of jasmine dech."

"You're okay if I go first."

I heard a laugh on the other end of the phone.

"I was hoping for that. When?"

"In the near future. To marry him God willing. The recipe is waiting for him to finish graduation."

"I'm happy too. My friend who never talks about women. Know-know now already want to let go of his bachelor time. Congratulations!"

"Who will give meerried holiday gift hoonny moon."

"Yes .. yes I remember. As long as you don't forget to invite me."

"He .. he .. he .. he ..."

Actually Andre wanted to say the woman of his choice, but could not speak his tongue. Considering Ulya now is not the old Ulya. He is now very fragile with what he suffers.

"Once upon a time bring him here."

"No, you're afraid to take it."

"There's just you, Andre. Like nothing else. Seizing the wife of a friend."

Getting such an answer, Andre's heart was slightly touched. It's not you who took it, Ulya. But I'm the one who took it from you. Forgive me, Ulya.

"I believe."

"Are you married?"

"Sure dong. Hearing your happy voice, I became happy."

"Thank you."

"Yes is Ulya. Assalamu'aikum ..."

"Wa'alaikum salam ..."

One day he sat on the side of the bed with a light. Pondering Nur's things that were now in his hands.

People used to have a unique way of educating their daughters to be ready to enter the marriage stage. Forget the past, because your future is together that will accompany you later. She smiles.

Doesn't feel his stomach signal if asked to be filled. The cry of worms that dwell within, waiting patiently for their right. Andre went down to the dining table alone. Opening the saji hood, peeking at what is underneath.

Enjoy what is there, pity the stomach has asked to be filled. Take the rice and eat it. Not much, but enough to make him full. Alhamdulillah ....

Before long, a car entered the yard. Apparently papa, mama, and Rima have come.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat... Sis."

"Wa'alaikum hail... "

"So, how, accepted or rejected?"

"Thank you, almost."

"Almost my brother's a weathered bachelor"

"Just kid."

"Lha how, Rima knows that Brother Andre keeps the same taste Nur. But don't shoot. Taken a confused new man."

"Have it, don't you keep teasing your brother."

"He .. he .. he .. he ....."

Rima left them to go to her room. Want to immediately open his groceries that do not know how many items he took. Mumpung papa, mama again kind. Thought ....

Meanwhile Andre talked with his mother, talking about the next plan.

"How, Andre. So tomorrow's plan is to apply. And the shabbiness to KUA."

"Yes Mama, Papa. So that we can be calm"

"If that's what you want, papa doesn't get in the way. And maybe it's also good for you and for Nur."

"Again, we will return to Singapore soon. As soon as you're done getting married."

"Let him stay here, first. Don't rush out of this house. Even if you stay, for a long time it's okay. Dad, my mom is in Singapore more often. Your sister's going to Amrik."

"I'll think with Nur, Mama."

"Papa, I wish you could understand each other. Building a home is not easy. Always learning. In order to realize the sakinah family, mawaddah wa rohmah."

"Yes Papa."

"Well, now rest, mama's going to rest too."

"Yes, Mama. From noon, Andre hasn't rested."

"Bi .. by ... Mama, Papa. Andre to the room first."

Mama Erika looked at him with a happy smile. After a long time he waited for his son to get a partner. I finally met him, even though it was too late.

He is 28 years old and he wants to open up. How many women did he try to get close to Andre. But it also does not bring results.

Until the business of lifting the secretary he interfered. So that he can bring his son closer to a woman. But he's not flinching.

Today his son said he would go to the woman he wanted. And will soon be asking for it, immeasurably happy Erika heart. All this time the hope he harbored was granted.

Andre stepped up the stairs. Heading to the room next to his room, which has been functioned as his study room and private library. There were some jobs he had to finish right now.

Soon enough, he returned to his bedroom. Through a door that is connected between the bedroom and his work space. Without having to leave the room.

He cleaned himself for a moment, before breaking down his tired body. On the bed.

But I don't know why. His eyes were less friendly to rest. The shadows of Nur's face are now increasingly real