President Cilok
78 Horrible dreams
In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep in their sleep. However, not for a Nawang Wulan, he sat down on the prayer mat with his white face with a crumbling feeling,
After returning home from the pedestrian, his heart seemed to be violently shaken. The feeling is gamang, sleeping was not calm, as if the shadow of Damar was smiling and laughing together with a woman named Siska so very make the recess of his heart nestapa.
To whom else is man running while feeling the turmoil and the turmoil of his heart. Yes, the goal is the Owner of Life, the Owner of Heart, the Owner of Life and Death, God Azza Wajalla.
Not a place for night entertainment, or illicit drinks. The nauzubillah!
After the evening prayer, he was complaining about his heart as if struggling, pinching romance, and did not know how to admit it. On the other hand, he was hoping to meet again with his childhood friend, but who would have thought just because of a Damar, now his heart was turbulent.
Wulan raised both her hands covered with mucus, “Although my tongue mutely said not to, even though the heart tried hard mengikhlaskan. Though the mind tries not to direct. However, when this sense approached, I was weak helpless. There is a sense that I cannot deny,” lamented, occasionally wiping his tears with a cry that was held back as a nod.
“Yes Allah.. I fell in love, but love has made me a slave. Yes Robbi.. I am in love, but love has blinded me so that I cannot see the magnitude of Your love. Yes Mujibasa'ilin.. I fell in love but love has made me fall asleep. Ooh.. Robbku who controls the heart..,”
He paused his words, sighed heavily, shouldered the inevitable, “Turn him from my memory wipe him out of my mind. I love him too much and have been entangled by him... And I don't know why, O God, without Your love. Verily I am powerless without Your Grace, I despise,”
“Train me and my heart, amen.” Rubbing his face with his face-covered hand, he felt a little relieved at the moment. Has poured out his heart, and hopes his feelings do not become a shackling tyranny.
Wulan held the white pendant she was wearing, “If indeed my hope of meeting you is no longer there, then allow me to accept the fact that now the breath of love began to bloom in my heart.”
He then moved and took off his face, folded it neatly and put it in the closet, and laid his body on the bed. Drowsiness began to catch his eyes. Ninety seconds later, the dream realm began to rule his mind.
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Two small children were playing in the vast meadow, “Hun already, play here aja, afraid Mama nyariin!” a little girl to her friend.
“OK,” replied his friend, “Wulan, this is for you. When I grow up, will you not be my girlfriend?" said the twelve-year-old boy, giving a white pendant to the little girl he called Wulan.
Innocently ten-year-old little Wulan received the pendant necklace and replied, “My mother's word dating is a sin!” Little Wulan moved from sitting on the green grass, then wearing a white pendant given by her friend, “Farhan, what exactly is dating? Every time I talk to Mama about dating, I'm always scolded?!”
Little guy named Farhan also moved, “I don't know either,”
“Keep if you don't know why you said that we're already dating?” ask Wulan plain.
“I heard from my brother who once said the same thing,” replied Farhan.
DTOOOOOOMM
Suddenly the sky was dim cloudy, the sound of a bang was heard very loudly from the direction of the ocean, “Wulan, what sound is it?” ask Farhan.
“Han, why the sky turned cloudy, let's go home Han, I'm afraid!” wulan exclaimed in panic, looking at the darkened sky and strong gusts of wind.
Farhan holding Wulan's hand then ran away from the field a hundred meters from the beach. Hoping to get to the house, because the distance is now from his father's official house quite far. Wulan and Farhan did come from different cities and lived in the military service house.
After a loud bang, ten minutes passed. The roll of the waves hit the shoreline, at first it still looks safe, but the second roll of the waves swept away whatever was on the shore and reached the limit of a hundred meters, the stalls and houses were swept away, clean, and roll up everything that goes through it.
“Farhan!” yelled Wulan just kept running along with Farhan. At times like this, no one can help anyone else, because they are busy saving themselves.
Wulan fell down, with great difficulty Farhan helped Wulan, and saw the back of the waves getting closer to her, “Cepet Wulan, cepet!” farhan shouted, he ran and saw a big tree. He saw some people climbing trees.
Farhan was still holding Wulan's tiny hand and running towards the towering big tree, “Cepet Lan rose! Cepet!”
Wulan climbed up the tree with Farhan's help, he rested his feet on Farhan's shoulders. With fear Wulan climbed up a large and towering fir tree, arriving on the highest branch, he saw the waves crashing on land and drowning most of the village.
“Farhaan! Cepetan ride!” wulan shouted from the top of the tree.
Just as Farhan was about to climb a tree, a roll of waves slammed into his body along with the people who were struggling to avoid the sudden cataclysm, destroying the entire village.
Wulan saw with her own eyes, she saw a friend who was swept away in the violent raging of the big waves, along with the drowning and floating bodies and debris of the building.
“FARHAAAAAAAANNN!!!”
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“FARHAAAAAANN!”
Wulan awoke from her sleep, with sweat drenching all over her body. The cold heat he felt, his breathing was wheezing, he was crying hysterically and squeezing his intense rikma. Again and again the dark reality, present in the terrible dream that resulted in endless traumatic makes it very dilemmatic, slashing his heart as if torn apart.
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In front of the mirror he saw himself who looked moist, his eyes and nose were still reddened. “How can I leave for the office in this condition of my face?!”
Wulan glanced at the clock on the wall of her room, showing it at 07:15 local time. He sighed harshly, “Yes Allah, why couldn't I sleep last night?”
Wulan looked at her reflection in the mirror and her gaze turned to look at the white pendant necklace that was coiled around her neck, again and again she sighed that seemed to be fidgeting. Slowly his right hand was raised and holding the pendant, and followed by his left hand and took off the pendant hook.
She read a small note on the pendant necklace, “Farhan.” then put it on the dressing table along with the sound of knocking and greetings from outside the house.
“Assalamu'alaikum.”.
“Home!” murmured, Wulan looked back at himself in the mirror reflection, then pulled the drawer and took a mask to cover his puffy face. Then move and take the batik blazer and his bag on the bed. Looking at her once again in the mirror reflections, matching the skirt along the calf and the batik blazers look very fitting.
Get out of the room and spend a glass of warm chocolate on the kitchen table. Then walking towards the door and holding the door handle, before opening the door first he let out a long sigh, and confirmed his mask again.
“Wassalamu'alaikum.”
Damar looks surprised, see Wulan who wears a mask, “Tumben you wear a mask?”
Wulan rounded her eyes, “Haacciiihh..” she pretended to sneeze. “Again the flu!” cetus Wulan, please.
Damar noticed Wulan's swollen eyelids, ‘Did he last night? Until his eyes were puffy, but because of what?'
“If you are sick, just rest at home.” said Damar, although he knew Wulan could be lying. However, he preferred to follow the lies Wulan had told, not because it justified the lies.
“I'm fine,” exclaimed Wulan, then walked ahead of Damar.
“The person who is facing a problem, then he says that he is fine, is a real lie!” damar said, he turned his body and saw Wulan's back, really he was not a man who could be cold and indifferent, he was used to getting along and sensitive.
Hearing Damar's words, Wulan stopped his steps. However, he was silent for a moment, closing his eyes while sighing. Then again continue his steps to open the car door, and sit in the car seat next to the steering wheel.
Damar followed him and sat at the wheel, then turned on the car engine, before driving forward, he said, “I want to go to the hospital first, Mother came home today,”
Wulan nodded
On the way to the hospital, no one opened their voice. Damar continued to steal glances, looking at Wulan from the side, observing his eyelids, but Damar did not know how to ask, if Wulan was reluctant to start the story.
Damar remembered something, that he had not played futsal for a long time, “Uhmmm, Nawu!” with a doubtful voice, he called out to Wulan.
This time Wulan no longer avoids meeting with Damar, “Hemmm...” Wulan said, he looked at Damar's face from the side. A face that radiates the energy of kindness.
Damar focused on the front street, but from the tail of his eyes he saw Wulan was looking at him, “Mmm... tonight, you want to come with me to play futsal?”
Still looking at Damar, Wulan nodded, “Alright.” then switched to staring at the front street.
Either way, to provoke him to tell a story, sometimes Damar also hates his heart that is sensitive and sensitive, sometimes he wants to have a heart as hard as steel so as not to think about the sadness of others. However, his conscience refused to be indifferent.
“Wulan, listen to me carefully,” said Damar, still focused on looking straight at the front streets, “Make your heart always amazed at the daily wonders of your life, he said, then your pain will not be less amazing than your happiness.” somehow, why suddenly Damar wants to say like this, like this, as if he could feel the pain that was being felt by the woman who had been reluctant to open the mask.
“Smile, thank you, your life, many people who are much more difficult than the life we are living.” continued Damar again, occasionally glancing at Wulan and returning to focus staring at the front streets.
Wulan could no longer hold herself back, she felt that everything Damar said was true. Making his heart calm and comfortable, that it might be possible that Damar would want to comfort him. Without saying anything, Wulan rested her head on the shoulders of Damar who was driving. “Let me momentarily lean on your shoulder, Mar.”
‘And let me feel the comfort I am currently feeling.' he continued inwardly. This time, Wulan let her feelings flow as they were.
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