Maryati... Is True Love Struggle, Love And Devotion
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Dawn was still faint and timidly vertical his rays, the night biases began to crawl away, accompanied by a sahut men crowed roosters.

Mar opened his eyes, rubbed and smiled very wide, he moved from his room excitedly, not without reason, happy will anchor his longing to the Father who made his heart like spring.

"Mak you up??"

Mar asked, I feel like I failed to be the first one to wake up today.

"Yes, I woke up unable to sleep anymore"

They both headed to the kitchen, cooking water and waiting for dawn.

"Mak, today we cook a delicious yes to welcome the tub home"

"Ehmm..What cooking is Mar?"

"Where if we cook chicken opor Mak, Bak would be happy.."

Said Mar enthusiastically.

Both then smiled.

After his homework was completed, Mar locked the door of his house before leaving for work, while Masning had already gone to the market to shop for cooking chicken opor.

Just came down the stairs of his house,

"Mar..new to go yes?"

Call Asiyah, stop her steps.

Instantly Mar stared intently at Asiyah who was seen approaching her.

Still imagined by Mar the incident last night that made a wound in his heart.

How not, a friend, even his best friend deliberately cornered him silently.

But Mar still tried to calm down, as if he did not know anything, as if he held his anger and wrath.

"Eh yes Well..I'm just leaving."

"Where's your boy, you're stuck in the keys?"

"Mak to the market, shop side dishes..My tub's coming home today"

"Oh.we're together, yeah, I'm going to the front shop, I'm going to buy sandals"

"Loh..isn't it just last week you bought sandals?"

"Yes.all night is lost next door, same shoes Ris......"

Asiyah, not continuing her speech, she looks slurred while covering her mouth with her hands.

Mar, squinting his eyes at Asiyah, then played his eyebrows.

"Sister Ris??, brother Ris who?you mean Risman?"

Mar asked, pretending not to know.

"Ehmmm..i.iya, but..but..but..but don't you get mad Mar?"

Answer Asiyah nervously.

"Anged??, why should you be angry?"

Reply Mar casually, though in his heart longed to scream.

"His emang Risman came to your house?"

Connect her.

"Ehmm.iya, but for a moment Mar, just stop by, because you don't exist, ehmm..He's asking you to Mar"

Mar looked at Asiyah, then blabbed inwardly

"What??..as little as??? 2 hours spelled out for a moment??, it's me, which there are even romps,,.ehm...my friends are getting smarter lying"

Unknowingly, Mar shaking his head left Asiyah confused.

"Why are you Mar??"

"Hehe.great, long time no problem for me"

"Why??"

Asiyah replied, getting confused.

"Why should be angry, that's Risman's right,"

"You're dating, you're not jealous"

"Dad...Dating does not mean binding, anyway...A good man will never hurt his partner, He will know the limits because He is aware there is a heart that he is guarding."

Asiyah..

"And for you my best friend, I believe, you can't betray your own best friend right?"

Asiyah was fixated on hearing Mar's words, which felt sharp in her heart.

Mar was annoyed and furious with Asiyah's behavior, but she never hated him,

Asiyah is still her best friend who may be lost and blinded by her momentary love.

Mar just hoped, Asiyah quickly realized from the illusion of her heart.

Arriving at Mother Ita's house, Mar was surprised to see Mother Ita who was packing, and,

He stepped slowly closer to the large cardboard boxes lined up neatly in the corner of the room.

While it looks like Ibu Ita is arranging clothes into a large suitcase,

"What's wrong, ma'am, kok in his shirt?, Mbak want to go out of town again huh?why bring a lot of clothes?, old stuff huh Ma'am?"

Successive questions from Mar, make Mother Ita stop her activities, then walk closer to Mar.

"Here sit...!"

Mother Ita's orders, while pulling Mar to sit on the chair.

Mar is confused, just following without knowing what to talk about.

"Mar, today you do not need to be holy, help mebak aja, enter the goods in a cardboard box, later in the afternoon there is a truck that will transport it."

Mar scratched his forehead,

"Do you want a mbak?"

"Mar, Mmbak already married his girlfriend mbak, already legitimately so his wife, and he did not move to live outside the city"

"Then...His wife??"

Ask Mar probing.

"He's separated Mar, he's not going to be his wife."

"Ehm...lantas this house??"

"It's Mar's doing it, my friend bought it."

"Oh..ehm.means this is the last day of my cooperation" Ma'am"

Mar lowered his head, there was a sad who tumbled his heart.

As if understanding Mar's grief, Ita's mother approached and embraced Mar, and,,

"Thank you Mar, all this time you've helped Ma'am, you're good, take care.."

Hearing Mother Ita's words, without feeling the tears Mar melted down, fell down, unraveled,

How not, Mother Ita is so good.has been like a sibling, who always helps her family.

Now.after today, he will no longer meet Mother Ita, not a moment..

While helping to arrange the items inside Dus.

"Sir, later when it's there, don't forget me yes, once if there's time to send me a letter"

she said with a stifled smile.

"Yes Mar, you will always remember you, and you will definitely send a letter.

Their work is on time, the trucks that will bring the goods of Mother Ita have come, one by one the cardboard is lifted, and the,

Mother Ita is dressing up.

After 10 minutes, a black car stopped, an established man came down from the car to the door of Mother Ita, Mar sure He is the husband figure of Mother Ita.

Mar ran over to Ita's mother in the room.

"Mbak..mbak..there are guests"

"Yes Mar, that's my husband, replied Mother Ita with a smile sumringah.

After all the goods were lifted to the truck, now the arrival of Mother Ita who was about to leave, seeing Mar who was silent, Mother Ita could not help but hold her cry, as soon as she hugged the girl in front of her, she hugged her tightly,which he considered a real sister.

Receiving such treatment from the master, Mar crying spilled, sobbing a mouthful.

"Mar, this is accept yes.you are well here, take care of your health, take care of yourself.then when-when mbak play here."

The mother handed him an envelope containing some money,

Mar receives her,

"Thank you Ma'am, Ma'am is also there take care of myself, I must be kangen,"

"Definitely Mar.pasti..may we be given health, time and opportunity to meet again yes, salam for Mak Bak mu ya.

Once again, their bodies cling, before finally the car takes Mother Ita away from Mar and her residence.

Indeed, there was another feeling after that second, like something had slipped out of his heart, leaving behind a deep pain with the rest of the tears that he slowly wiped away.

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