MU'ADZ
FORTY SEVEN

*This is chapter 47! long also this MU'ADZ story.

May mboten bosen ngggeh!!

Happy Reading

Scraping a medium-sized suitcase, a mocca-clad girl queues out of the train carriage. The small clock shows the figure of almost eleven o'clock at night. Right the train stopped at its destination station, immediately set foot to get off the carriage.

The once carefree face was now dim even impressed flat, there was no expression there. This was his first return home for several months he continued his studies in the city called the city of Arema.

Hearing the threat of his mother, inevitably the sweet girl named Shahla was forced to obey his mother's will to go home. Though his original plan, he would not go home before his heart completely recovered. But, yes, it is obedient rather than not diridhoi Mama.

During his time abroad Shahla really busied himself. His body and brain are always forced to learn and positive activities, even he does not let his heartache control it anymore. And while there, his wish was successful, although not one hundred percent.

But now, Shahla is back. Back to his memorable hometown. Unable to control his mind, of course he remembered how the pain had started to appear. Given all that, his heart became claustrophobic. Several times he shook his head as if to expel those bitter memories from his brain.

The last time he met Mas Mu'adz and Ameera, he sobbed all night full of tears. On his side was still weak, plus the painful pressure from his heart. Shahla felt her body was devoid of soul. It's not that he doesn't forgive, but rather that he's disappointed.

In fact, he chose not to be present at their walimah time. Although Mama and Dad persuaded him with bad reasons to Abi and Mommy's family. But still, he could not attend. Unable to see someone he loved so much, sitting on his throne with others.

What was on his mind at that time, quite his heart was tormented by heartache. He will not add to the sense of tightness again, if he is present there.

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"Dek, let's get ready to go nang ibuk."

Shahla only moans when her sleep is disturbed by Mama's voice. Hitting for almost seven hours on the train made her waist ache.

"Sir, let's fight riyen. In rantosi Lo's father!"

"Adek teng nggriyo mawon Ma," he said with a distinctive hoarse voice waking up. His eyes are still closed.

"Loh loh, wes let's ndang ados," said Mama while stabbing her waist. "Prints on Dad's rantosi."

Slowly, his eyes opened, staring at the ceiling. Mama who had come out of her room, slowly she cleaned herself. From morning he had not taken a bath and now it was almost over dhuha time, he was still with his sleepy face.

After a few dozen minutes, Shahla came down the stairs in a white plisket skirt and a gray tunic. Seeing that his parents were still at the well-dressed dining table, Shahla approached.

"Breakfast car ae ngggeh Dek. Mama also nyiapne." Shahla nodded, however, during her time as a student, she rarely ate breakfast. His stomach is safe!

"Iyowes, come! the hunt's jammed at lunch." Following her father from behind, Shahla sat herself in the back seat.

On the way, he asked for breakfast that Mama had brought. Turns out one of his favorite foods, just look at it straight away he was greedy until the toilet. She hasn't eaten my mom's cooking for a long time.

"Lecture safe Deck?"

"Aren't you going to medical school?"

"God willing mboten Yah. Pandungane mawon Well, Ma."

Studying in medicine is not his dream. However, after his father spoke to him, he made his mind more open about which one was needed more. After all, Dad said, his artistic soul can still develop even though studying in another major.

"Mama Kaleh Iyo's dad must be dungakne Deck. Adek iki Seng rarely ngabari Mama kaleh Dad. Mama until thought, the feeling of Mama college ora sesbuk until deck."

Hearing the grunts from Mama made her grin. Not that the ungodly rarely tell Mama or Dad. This is because his habit in pesantren does not operate the device in every situation, making the habit carried away until he went to college. Although occasionally just check if there is something important. The rest is filled with his world.

But one that he avoided. I'm worried about Mas Mu'adz and Ameera. Failed dong, later his attempt to forget.

"Wonten show nopo to Yah teng Ibuk?" ask her while glancing at Daddy who is focused on driving.

"Have a get-together to Deck," said Mama. "Kan biasane iyo get-togethers to," continued Mama.

"Mawon Sinten Ma?" His hearing is sharp, hopefully there is no presence of the people he avoids the most.

"Nggeh son-putrine Abah Mother sak putu-daughter Deck."

"Meaning--" her words stopped, her chest rumbling violently. The pain then spread in his heart. Not ready. He was not ready to meet Mas Mu'adz or Ameera.

"Abi and iyo family present Dek," said Mama.

He was silent for a long time, it felt like he wanted to get out of the car, if only he had preferred to sleep instead of coming along. He certainly wouldn't be this sad.

"Seng get along iyo Dek, masio piye-piye kabeh dulure sampeyan. Ora slick constantly helical," said Dad occasionally see it in the rearview mirror. "Ikhlas iku ora needs to be in pekso, ora needs lungo adoh ben iso ngelalekne but enough dadi wong kang neriman. I'm sure, Insyaallah luweh tentrem atine sampeyan Deck. Sampeyan urip neng dunyo iki ora gur lamenting loro atine sampeyan ae Dek. Sek okeh, zinc things need to be done."

Shahla was silent, soaking in Dad's speech. If it is seen as true, he is still not a person to accept. In the sense of accepting all the events that have been outlined. But back again, so people who easily accept the situation is not easy.

And it's hard for him to do. Especially to the point of causing pain in his heart. It's hard to take it for granted.

Astarghfirullahhal.

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Kangen mboten kaleh Shahla?

Duh, long time mboten Up!

I don't know also lately, every want to tick there is a barrier. Even yesterday just looking at the laptop screen, suddenly dizzy..

Ngapunten! god willing in front of me try mboten molor until a few days.