My Maid, Lara!
Dreams Let Go
The fa! She still keeps her beauty behind Malaya who covers her face. Making a stunning beautiful body with a large robe that flutters in the wind.Time seems unable to fade the bright side of its dander like a painting of God's hand.
His light was blocked by the curtains that made the barrier of view. For any man. Even in the location of the simple old Pesanggrahan which holds a lot of bright light.
The Fa never opened his thick black niqaf.
Her protected skin became even more radiant under her clothes. And her beautiful face became more real when Fa opened the hijab in her room
His scratch wound four years ago began to disappear with time which began to erase all his memory of a name that is often called sa'at in his sleep.
Zac, that name never came out of her beautiful lips again. It all seemed to be a dream in the morning.
The Fa more often calls the Divine Asma his lips. And began to surrender the life of the creator who has set the course of his life.
The mother was very happy to see the state of her son. Occasionally came to visit Fa who seemed happier than that dark day.
Once a year the mother visited bringing a kind of snail sambal favorite of her daughter. And smiled softly at the beauty bias of her son who was increasingly shining.
In her heart the mother said. "Let Lara belong to God" And set everything about the child. Warsini only fell silent as Lara asked.
"Why do I still not remember what Mak is?" Ask.
"What you must remember now, that is your life, Fa! Don't try to remember anything else, you'll be disappointed later, "Reply the old woman firmly. Make the Fa speechless.
But far away in his heart something was missing.
And when he was alone he would write something in a little table of wood.
"I want to see the sun at dusk coming from under the foot of the hill, When the Sun slowly descends to the other side. Like I wanted to see something hidden from myself that I wanted to see but never met, "It was written on a piece of paper on a small table of Faqihatun wood lying in a very neat writing.
The girl always felt that there was something wrong with her.
His short life record makes for a big question.
Why is he who has moved to number 35 not one bit about the memory of a man?
Even Tarman the Mascot of Pak Lurah's son who once judged him. Only heard from people around him. Who come to visit by throwing funny weirddot about an arranged marriage.
Fa, don't want to hear when someone says that A will propose to him in the near future.
Or the B who wants to make the FA as a mother continued his children.
The FA is always terrified and traumatized by a marriage.
She felt like a girl who was still green had never known any man.
This is totally unaccounted for.
Is she still a virgin?
Or is she so scary and paranoid about being in a relationship with a man?
When he looked, his face was not bad.
Beautiful and charming according to Ainun roommate next to his cottage. But why is there no moor yet?
Four years have passed.
He's still loyal to this lodge.
When his friends one by one go married in the way Ta'aruf met his soul mate. The Fa still sits at the door of his cottage and becomes a food divider for the students and helps the cooks in the Pesanggrahan general kitchen. Or prepare learning materials for Umi Zahra as the wife of the owner of this large Foundation.
The FA doesn't want to be far from this place.
this is his home, and Fa is disturbed when a group of officers from the city's Industrial office starts photographing here. On this beautiful hut.
What the hell are they doing? His whisper in his heart.
Do they want to displace this place like the movie he's seen?
"Mega Industri was going to start reviewing this month,"Ustad Mahmud sounded out, the FA holding the broom was silent at the entrance.
His chest rumbles will they be driven away? Bad thoughts flashed quickly in his brain.
"And the construction of the big industry was sponsored directly by three Giant projects one of which was Centra Hasril Prima Group. A mining and Earth Energy businessman from Kalimantan based in the Capital, "Sung Ustadz Abdul who served as a section of Bimas Santri representative at this Foundation.
The Fa doesn't care a bit about what that is.
All he cares about is his little lodge being threatened and going to be isolated somewhere else.
He doesn't want to move anywhere else! This house! No one can disturb this place.
He doesn't like going anywhere. Even in his own birthplace.
He enjoys being with many good people and being in a good light. That good place is here! A vast disavana that promises peace.
He walked dragging his heavy feet between his black loose robe.
Towards the Pathway to his small and unpretentious cottage.
He promised to make calculations with entrepreneurs he considered as arbitrary towards his residence.
Fa broke himself in the blink with his eyes starting to shut. And the nightmare seemed to come over as Fa moved restlessly in his sleep.
The man's face drew closer to her and touched her gently.as soft as a strand of chicken feathers touched her delicate skin.
" Go! I don't want to see you again Zac! Go!" Fa woke up with a stingy breath.
He sat up and opened his niqaf and stood up many times with trembling lips.
Why did the nightmare come again?
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A low boisterous voice managed to wake the sleeping Fa up in the morning. Fa woke up wearing his niqaf and opened the window of the back of the cottage. Some people looked down from two very nice cars and it felt like he had never seen them in his entire life.
The eight men appeared to point to the West. Towards the river where children fish and bathe cheerfully.
The men from the city carried a wide-area measuring device using a large binocular-like object that had four iron support poles.
They look at the location in turn.
Their clothes were very neat and contrasted with the clothes of the owner of Pesanggrahan who was like a saint.
Fa doesn't like to see guests.
Now the man was heading towards the backyard just near the window of his small wooden room. An athletic person with long legs strides regularly with his hands nailed to his pants and wears a white shirt.
His face was covered by sunglasses looking very handsome with somewhat long hair past his ears.His face looked frozen and his elegant style with his chin raised high was staring towards
Fa who was looking at him from his window screeched angrily at the guest.
"What do you think Zac! Is this land really suitable to be used as a meubeler Industrial Land?"Ask the other guy.
"Well! We have a deal, right? And still make this clay land as a very suitable land, "Reply.
Fa. was silent to hear it and closed his wooden window so loudly that it left a thud .
The men looked shocked and Fa hated seeing that teary-eyed man called Zac!
He is the mastermind of all this.
Brutal tyrant!
A tyrant? It felt like he would often throw this sentence out of his heart. But where?