Mahabbah Longs
Chapter 3: Nur and I

"Good luck to me?"

I think the roar of my anger churned in this chest, hearing those words.

"All right then."

I immediately took off the ring that was a while ago embedded in my ring finger.

"Crazy !?"

"What are you doing?"

I'm good to be quiet. Than I let out my already mounting anger, ready to explode.

But this taste is so stifling. My tears did not come out on their own.

"I don't want to play games for a wedding."

"Then?"

"I don't know what this matchmaking is for. All I know is that you, mom seems to be depressed about this too."

"Yours?"

"We go through, we decide."

"You're too brave."

"Will I follow the priest who only wants to. It can't be."

"I don't have the courage like you."

"How is it possible, you're a man?"

"This time I'm giving up on you. Wear it!"

"Cannot be. You can't appreciate me at all. I can't."

"Yes, if that's what you want, I'm not in the way."

"That's better."

I left him alone. The burden is already there. Although I don't know where it ends.

"Hi done talking?" Brother Nadya came to see us.

"Nothing to say anymore." I just passed by without saying goodbye to him.

"What's wrong with you, Nur."

"What's wrong with you guys?" Hamdan looked sharply at Bahrul.

"Nur doesn't want this wedding."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

"And you?"

"I don't care about any of this."

"You mean?"

"From the beginning I had no desire for this marriage."

"Then?"

"I'm sorry."

"You should be able to explain to the family."

"Not at this time."

"Waiting you to marry my sister. And my sister feels insulted. That's what you mean."

It was almost Hamdan's palm floated, if only Nadya had not prevented it.

"From the first moment, your parents wanted to establish a family relationship. You just shut up. It's as if you agree with their decision."

"I'm sorry."

Bahrul just looked down, not having the courage to raise his face.

"Right decision, Nur."

Then Nadya and Hamdan left Bahrul alone. Sitting on the porch chair.

Before long, Bahrul also moved from that place. Leaving her engagement ring on the table. Approaching brother. Saying something in a whisper. It looks like Arif is nodding

Then he stood up reluctantly. Greeting everyone. Walk down a dark and lonely road. Only illuminated by the moonlight that smiled shyly. Leaving a place that should be a path to happiness for most people.

But not for himself. A servant who has sinned. To leave traces on his body that he could not have revealed. Even for his parents.

The tears could no longer be contained, in a small lake in the clear of his eyes. Not stopping his steps, to get away from where he spreads and burns anger, from the person he wants to love.

it leads to a sandang, near a small and beautiful mosque. Even in a faint shadow.

There was the sound of water flowing, tempting to be touched in peace.

Landing he came down where the gurgling sound was. Wash her tears until they blend in the coldness of the dew that begins to fall. To eliminate a little anxiety that has been harbored so far.

After that he stepped on a slightly climbing path to reach the mosque gate to prostrate.

In his solitude try to complain everything.

In his tears, he tried to whisper to the All-Hearer. Even though he said.

Forgive your servant,

O loving Robbku

Let the anger that I created burn me up without meaning.

I just don't want to hurt him any further.

Once more

Forgive me for all this

For a moment he sat staring at the clear, cloudless sky. Beautiful with stars. The flickering of pearl semitsal. Guiding his imagination to paint someone's face. Which he has been waiting for 17 years. But there is no way that he will find it.

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Nur Aini fil's. It's a name I've always remembered since 7th grade.

Is the little girl that Farhan ma'am always carries with me when I work at my place.

"Sister ..." while shouting, he ran towards me. When a pair of talking chickens kept chasing him

He quickly held on to my feet. And then hide behind me. With fear he shook his hand to get the chicken to leave. Makes me laugh.

"Why?"

"The chicken is naughty."

Then I grabbed her little body in my arms. Take him into the room.

There my study desk will be ruffled. But let ....

It's so gemesin. Seduced a little, ngeeek .. cry but only briefly.

"Let's be stylish .." with the centile he followed my lead. And ceklik ...

Forgot dech ... with her cries.

Initiative and not easily giving up.

Pleasant sister.Makes me miss to go home soon. And meet him. With a small gift he always had later.

As soon as I come, he will follow me all the way to my room. Then without excuse open my bag. And take out all the contents. Until he found the gift he was looking for. It doesn't matter if I'm from school. He'll be looking for that gift until he meets. Otherwise, he would punish me.

This servant's son just as his master has no fear ....

Sometimes it makes Ms. Farhan unpleasant, for the behavior of her little daughter. But ummi and abah were even happy with Nur's funny behavior. And let him play games with me. Even fell asleep in my room. Or when I take her out to eat together. They don't mind and don't bother.

Maybe they couldn't give me a sister.

This is because ummi has had uterine cancer. Until he had to let his uterus be removed.

The days with him were so much fun. It's just a shame we had to move. Followed where he worked. So I had to part with my beloved sister.

I want to take her with us. But Ummi and I objected. Afraid of why. Moreover, Mr. Farhan and Bu Farhan also detained him.

Although I know Nur is not their daughter. But their love is incredible. So Nur will be difficult to separate from them.

Abah and Ummi don't mind when I take you to the airport. Of course with the company of Farhan's mother and father and family.

Little Nur wears clothes bought ummi . Pink pastel with a veil matching the froze image. It looks funny and unique. He always covered his face with the tip of his veil until it was invisible. Makes me anxious.

He followed me from behind with my hand. I mean .. I took him.

"Son will go yes ..."

I smiled in response to his question.

I looked at my sad and sad eyes as if I wanted to cry.

That's why she covered her cute face with a veil. Until I can't kiss her chubby cheeks.

Luckily in front of me was a supermarket with ice cream. I'll take you there for a second. Buy 2 ice creams.

He laughed but still covered his face.

"How can you eat ice cream if your face, you cover it."

Then she took off the tip of the veil that covered her face and grabbed the ice cream I gave her.