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THE DEATH OF RIO'S LOVE

THE DEATH OF RIO'S LOVE.

"You misunderstood Rio, actually I work as a songwriter no more" said Via.

"I'm not a stupid man!" said Rio.

"Rio, listen to me! What logic do I have to work for now? Grandma is sick, my sister needs Rio's school fees, huhuhu" isak Via.

Rio's turning around. He held the woman before him. I don't know which demon possessed Via so she chose the path of being a female songwriter in one of the karaokean places of the city of Ponorogo.

"When are you going to work here?" rio asked Via to buy a drink in Indomaret near the nightclub where he worked.

"After everything stabilizes, I promise to leave this place soon Rio! Via promise, even Via still keeps the chastity that Via has, like our promise back then, Via will wait for Rio to come and get married!" said Via.

Rio had held on with her, for loving the woman so sincerely. But it turns out that the environment made an impact and Via's mindset changed. Via was too deep into that world, until their last meeting.

“Forget me, you won't be able to redeem me to mami! Suppose you can take me out of here, you unemployed Rio! It is impossible to meet the needs of my life!” cymoh Via.

Those words were still clearly buzzing in Rio ears. He looked at the girl in front of him. The girl was not the Via she had known all along. His face and appearance changed. All like a foreign woman who entered Rio's life. The look is now vulgar with make up menor, Rio lost Via full of simplicity first.

"Forget me Rio," pleaded Via before leaving the pensive Rio staring at the girl's departure.

Only Dimas understood this story, henceforth Rio never again fell in love. Rio's heart is dead. Half of Rio's life is just to ride a motorbike around Indonesia and go up the mountain.

"You won't be able to support me, you're unemployed Rio!" the words of Via always haunt Rio's mind.

Rio drove his vehicle at high speed.

"Shelf!"

A truck that cut off direction hit Rio's motorbike. He had an accident that almost had his leg amputated. That incident made Rio realize that life is too precious if it is destroyed because of Via.

Since getting the second chance of life Rio began to improve, finished college in aid Dimas, and closer to God.

"Remember the adulteress for the adulteress, fix yourself first inshaallah you will get the best match-making version of Him!" said Ustad Furqon filler review today.

Rio indeed began to regularly follow the studies with Dimas. Seeing so many changes to Rio, both of his parents were delighted. They provide capital for Rio making trip business and tour bureau. Until finally one afternoon when Rio was sitting in the courtyard of the house, Purwati came to bring a plate of fried bananas and his favorite milk coffee.

“To be le,” says Purwati.

Rio nodded, mother-made coffee is indeed matchless.

“Dimas is married yes le, when are you? I'd love to see you married! Moreover, you are the only child we have, did you and Mom have a chance to see that moment?” ask Purwati.

Rio was speechless, Purwati her mother had indeed never asked Rio anything, her mother's statement sounded so heavy. Purwati rubbed Rio's hand gently.

“Mother has a candidate that suits you, even though this mother is the term abangan people who do not really understand the religion of Islam but the candidate that I chose sholehah! Daughter of kyai, who knows can help your way closer to Gusti Allah! No need to answer now le, think carefully, I do not want to force you but I hope you at least want to meet the woman,” Purwati said moving to go inside the house.

That afternoon conversation had made Rio start thinking about marriage.

"Besoklah if I will ask the ustad who filled out the study! After all the open trip business I made is on the rise, in a week can send a group up to 3x with a different destination! Start Bromo, Dieng, Bali, Bandung, but sometimes I feel in this city Trip is less developed, do I deserve to get married?" rio asked in his own heart.

Rio planned to find a contract in the next city, because the city was more advanced and had a higher UMR than the city where he lived. This plan Rio had already conveyed to Dimas and his wife, they strongly agreed. It will even come if Rio looking for a house that is made into an office and temporary residence to develop their business.

"Dim, it seems not wrong that I chose you, apparently you are good at lobbying companies and regional agencies! Means I'm the one who's looking for the hotel, the bus, and the budget, how?" rio asked Dimas.

"Sip it Mas, to be honest if the administrative problem I can not afford! You know for yourself I'm less meticulous and reckless" Dimas replied honestly.

With the capital of bismillah the three of them pioneered the business in the next city. Not felt two years they have pioneered business in this pecel city, slowly the trip they manage began to be known. Several times we have dispatched government agencies as well as these regional companies.

"Alhamdulillah! Mas Dimas! Mas Rio's! Look it! Looky!" yelled Maya while excited to bring the results of a pregnancy test test.

"What's wrong?" ask Rio.

"What the hell is May?" dimas.

"Look! Line two, Maya is pregnant!" maya shouted with excitement.

"Alhamdulillah," Dimas immediately bowed in gratitude

"Congratulations Dim, May, don't jump like that! I'm horrified May!" reprimand Rio.

Yes, now Maya's wife Dimas is pregnant with their first baby. The presence of Maya is very profitable for Rio, because the existence of Maya makes the house and office is always neat and more economical spending, because Maya diligently cooks with the budget money provided.

The morning was given to Rio who was making RAB for tomorrow's trip.

“Bos, your mother called me! He asked how about the candidate he chose" Dimas said.

Rio gasped in shock, two years passed it turns out his mother was still waiting for the matchmaking answer. Rio still chose silence.

Indeed the opinion of Dimas this time is not wrong also thought Rio.

“Besoklah I go home to Ponorogo, you handle yes Dim! I will talk about this with Mom,” Rio said.

Dimas made a respectful body gesture, Rio laughed. He is the most understanding friend.

From far away Purwati was seen sweeping the courtyard of the house, in the afternoon he was used to sweeping and burning garbage. At her age who was no longer young the beauty line still emanated clearly on her face. Mr. Rio might be in the hangar as usual, training the youths who want to learn the art of Reog. The car entered the grounds, Rio saw his mother's smile.

“Mlebuo le (Sign in), don't finish this for a second,” mom's orders.

Rio entered the house, indeed nothing has changed all this time. Rio headed for the room, staying neatly organized even though he only went home once a month. His mother always cleaned and returned to her original place.

"This room is a witness to how I once fought for you Via" Rio muttered softly.

Slowly Rio stretched himself, remembering before he got to the house earlier he took the time to meet with the ustad who had once led me to migrate after the accident. Still has his message.

‘Meet the woman your mother meant Mas, when this woman is good at reading the Quran, loves your mother, dresses modestly, understands religion, marry! The choice of parents will never go wrong! Especially the choice of a mother! There is no story that the mother will plunge her child! After meeting him, pray isikharoh, express your heart and intentions’

Rio conveyed his intention of meeting the woman to his mother. At that time Rio's mother was busy frying bakwan in pawonan or traditional stove from clay that uses firewood.

"Mom, can Rio talk?" ask Rio.

"By the way you talk to Le, kayak just like anyone you are," Purwati said as he coolly poured the batter bakwan into a pan filled with hot oil.

“Bu, I want to meet that woman! But Rio did not promise to directly match ya ma'am, just pray that the beginning of the meeting later can be a good start,” said Rio.

Purwati looked straight at Rio. His eyes sparkled happily, a smile painted on his face.

“Alhamdulillah, thank you le, mom is very cool! Sir, sir later go to his house Ustad Furqon, Si Rio your son wants Pak to meet with the woman,” Purwati said shouting run towards the back leaving the bakwan in his fry.

It was only this time that Rio saw his mother happy.

"Excuse Rio ya ma'am, if all this time Rio was indifferent to your request," Rio whispered softly.

In the evening by driving his own car, Rio and his parents went to Furqon's friend's house. The house is one city but different districts with Rio, the trip takes 30 minutes. They get out of the car, Suhadi walks first while Rio helps Purwati lower the hand that has been prepared.

“Assalamualaikum” shouted Suhadi in front of the door of the house justad Furqon.

“Waalaikum greetings,” doors open, featuring a figure that has a shady face, using a t-shirt and sarong looks very simple but authoritative.

“God, Mr Suhadi and Mother, how are you? Sugeng ngggeh (good right)?” ask her while letting Rio family into the house.

“Alhamdulillah Mr. Ustad, pangestunipun thanks to the prayer panjenengan (you),” said Suhadi.

"Isn't he Ustad who filled out the study a few days ago?" rio asked in his heart.

Rio looked around the living room, all neatly arranged and tidy. Family photos are displayed in a small buffet, all veiled except for Furqon and a little boy maybe his son, his son,

“This Mas Rio huh?” ask ustad Furqon.

Rio just nodded and smiled.

"We've met each other before?" ask Ustad Furqon.

"Yes Ustad, several times I participated in the study of njengan," Rio replied.

“Mashallah! Deserve his face is not so foreign" said Ustad Furqon.

"Sifa often told me about Nak Rio lo! You guys used to go to the same High School, but different levels, if not wrong Sifa my son first grade Mas Rio third grade! Maybe Mas Rio ndak know time yes, Sifa is quiet at all like sampean (you),” obviously ustad Furqon.

Rio just kept quiet and smiled, I don't know who Sifa is, Rio doesn't really understand. Father and ustad Furqon chatted about the art of reog their area, before long came out the veiled woman carrying a tray containing four cups of tea and two jars of food. He presents in front of them. Rio observed the movement of his hand, it was really soft. He didn't say much, all were tightly closed even his hands, Rio couldn't see the color of his skin, only their eyes looked at each other.

“This is Sifa Mas Rio, our daughter! He just finished his cottage in Temboro Magetan,” continued Furqon.

“Nak Sifa, do not forget the same Mother? Well this is Mas Rio's father name is Mr. Suhadi, if Mas Rio already knows right?” ask Purwati.

Rio could not see like Sifa's facial expression. Only his eyes were visible, he nodded.

"Is this my mother's choice? It's so different to my criterion of looking for a great partner because I'm quiet! But this kind of ghost is what mom wants! What am I supposed to do?" rio asked in his heart.

"Mom, Rio wants to....."

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