Old Well Dedemit Terror
Chapters 111. (PoV Ira) - Ended in Peace

There is a feeling of pity, but also satisfaction. Triana screamed hysterically seeing Warya helpless, instead I was satisfied to see her.

When Kak Ganda was about to repeat swinging his fist, suddenly a motorcycle passed by and saw us. When he saw Kak Warya fall down and his lips bleed, the motorcyclist who is estimated to be the same age as my father and wearing a peci and turban, he stopped the speed of the bike, then approached us.

"What's this about? Why is this falling and bleeding? " ask gentlemen who seem to be an ustaz.

I felt like I had seen this father's face. Where I forgot again.

"Oh, you're War?" the fathers said after seeing the face of Warya. It seems he knows Warya.

"I, i, yes Ustaz," said Kak Warya. Sure enough he's ustaz.

"Let's get up, why are you?' said the ustaz man while helping Kak Warya rise from the fall.

Kak Ganda was still standing with breath holding back emotions. His eyes still continued to look at Kak Warya. But when the ustaz looked back at Kak Ganda, Kak Ganda looked away.

There could be fear after torturing people or because of what, I don't know.

To be sure my heart is also stubborn because of the actions of me and my brother seen by people precisely recognized by Kak Warya. This will definitely involve her parents. I'm ashamed if this is known by Sis Warya's parents.

My father and mother would certainly be very angry if they knew what I and Kak Ganda did.

However, what can be done, rice has become porridge. I hope they understand. I was so lost to my lover, Brother Warya, but suddenly saw he was struggling precisely with my village friend.

"What's this?" ask the ustaz to Kak Warya.

"There is nothing Ustaz Hamid," said Kak Warya.

"Well, aren't your lips bleeding?" said Ustaz who turns out his name is Hamid.

"He beat up Kak Warya, I was grabbed," said Triana, it seems he represented Kak Warya who found it difficult to be frank with the ustaz.

"He started! Who made me hurt my sister!" kak Ganda said no less loud by the talk of Triana.

"Who are you?" ask the ustaz.

Suddenly I remembered at the thanksgiving ceremony at Kak Yati's house and this ustaz was present giving a lecture, but did not know his name. Yeah, I just remembered now. It is worth knowing with Kak Warya.

"Let's answer, who are you?" ask the ustaz to Kak Ganda and I who have not yet given an answer because I have now been overcome by fear if our identities are both known to him.

"A, a, I'm from Karangsari Village. My name is Ganda, this is my brother Ira," finally Double Brother wants to be frank.

"Then why beat up Warya? He lives with Father. That's why I got off the bike when I saw him fall."

"O yes sorry we misunderstood," said Kak Ganda trying to give an excuse.

"Misunderstand how? Explain the chronology how?" ask Ustaz then invite us to sit together facing each other on another stone which happens to be three large stones.

Kak Ganda also explained the chronology of events since from home and even my story when kidnapped and held captive and my parents' relationships, especially my mother with Kak Warya's parents. Also told a little about my more special relationship with Kak Warya.

"Who wouldn't be hurt to see my sister's boyfriend cheating on me with my sister's friend too. I'm emotional, so I hit him!" said Kak Ganda slightly glanced cynically at Kak Warya who now looked calm.

"Oh.understand now the problem. Then what do you think, War?" ask Ustaz Hamid again.

And Kak Warya also explained that he said he was only an acquaintance because his mother and mother were friendly in business. Didn't mean to have a deep relationship with me.

It is sad that this heart hears Kak Warya's words like that. It's worth all this time his attitude was indifferent even though I was once a geer when delivered home dirty with him after I was kidnapped and held captive.

Maybe I will no longer feel how delicious it is to be hugged alone on a motorcycle because Kak Warya has clearly not expected to unite with me because now there is Triana.

"So please excuse me Ira, Ganda, I'm not ignoring you, but I just feel my relationship with Ira is limited to acquaintance because of my mother and your mother. No more," said Mr. Warya.

For the second time my heart felt broken. The whole body feels weak. Want to invite Kak Ganda to turn on the motorcycle and immediately go home or all of you throw myself into the Cilampit River where the water is always rushing.

"O yes, Ustaz understands now your problem. If you may counsel you, then make peace. The soul mate cannot be coerced, my son," said Ustaz Hamid meekly.

"Our parents always say that a soul mate, death, is the secret of God. We cannot govern ourselves if God does not permit. True soul mate comes also through effort. But the efforts of humans are limited to their ability, can not play forced, even if forced alias arranged but the heart does not allow, the matchmaking with coercion is usually not long," said Ustaz Hamid again.

We take seriously the ustaz which is of course advice derived from religious teachings, especially about Divine power and the limitations of human abilities.

"Therefore, my children, keep it by you. Be patient in choosing a mate, continue to strive but in a good way not with violence that incidentally as coercion. Whatever, if obtained by force, will surely hurt the person who is forced."

"Sorry, Deck. What's name?"

"Ira," said Kak Ganda.

"Yes sorry Dek Ira. Maybe Kak Warya is not your soul mate, but Allah SWT

give your soul mate another man who is actually better than Warya. And you Warya you shouldn't ignore the woman you don't love, to the point that I heard you ran off pretending to chase the dog. Face it with a good attitude, and it is better if it is frank from the beginning so that it does not drag on its affairs," said Ustaz Hamid.

I'm bowed. My mind now feels more doused in the advice of Ustaz Hamid. As soon as I shed tears, tears of regret why I had to sacrifice my self-esteem as a woman just to be bucin.

"Well, come on now you guys shake hands, my kids," said Ustaz Hamid.

Kak Warya got up and approached Kak Ganda. They shake hands and then hold hands by rubbing each other's backs.

I immediately approached Triana, then shook hands and embraced.

"I'm sorry Tri" I whispered in Triana's ear.

"Yes, Ira, I also beg to be forgiven" said Triana.

We also let go of the embrace and wiped the tears that had come out because of teharu and realized the occurrence of mispahasi between us.

"Thank you for the advice of Mr. Ustaz," said Kak Ganda, now he greeted Ustaz Hamid.

I also want to thank you because this heart already feels calmer because it understands what Ustaz Hamid said. It is true that the soul and death; are in the Hands of the Almighty.

The proof even though I chased after Kak Warya, had been stressed and wanted to commit suicide to the Cilampit River. it turns out that Kak Warya did not have the slightest sympathy and empathy for me. That's proof that I'm not his soul mate.

Then Kak Ganda took the helmet, so I was preparing to follow my brother, either directly home or to the city of the district first.

"If you want to play at my house first, let's go Gan, Ir!" bring Kak Warya.

Sounds like Kak Warya is like my brother.

"Other times War, it's late afternoon just want to go home. Excuse me everyone," said Kak Ganda then turned on the engine, riding. I sat behind him, then drove past Kak Warya, Triana, and Ustaz Hamid. (Connected)