The False Lover the Culun
Chapter 6. Plan and Purpose

I'd never get anywhere, if

just have a plan without having a purpose.

Same thing if I only knew how to dream,

without knowing how to make a plan.

Right now I plan to start reaching out

my dream.

And my target is you who have been

underestimated me.

I will not do anything in vain and

wasting energy.

Wait for me to come back.

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# Sherina POV #

“Kok can there be crazy people

wandering?”

“How about Mom that suddenly

making riots?”

“Huuuwwwaaa……. Mama.. Adek was afraid, there is.

crazy person..”

If so, the complaints I could hear from those around me.

I can only swallow my saliva, once in a while

stroking the chest hoping to be given extra patience to deal with

various insults and insults from others. "My journey on this bus is still long" I murmured.

“Eh.. Geeky! Move you!” Orders a teenage boy rudely to me and Mommy.

I say rude, because from my view he may be younger than me.

“Why move? I was first

occupying this seat,” I said in self-defense.

“Heh, you haven't seen that little boy since

earlier cried in fear because you brought a madman,” reply still

yelled at me.

I finally looked up, looking at the child

small in question and sure enough the child was sobbing while occasionally

glancing towards Mother.

I took my breath, nothing more

a defense I can say. It's true, a few times

Mother was screaming hysterically, I don't know what she was thinking.

I had to collect everything

my things, then invite Mother to move to the back seat on the bus.

I remember I've been through it too

tough times, but it doesn't feel this bad.

I don't know why, maybe because now

no more Dad and Shafiyyah.

I sometimes look deep at the net

My mother. Very beautiful netra, the color is the same as the color of my net, ash

blueness.

“Mother, where did your warm gaze go?”

my inner.

Both hands I hold tightly, “Please

quickly recover Mother, I really need your presence as my backrest at this time,” continued me deeply.

“Dad, Fiyyah, have you guys felt

calmer now? Is Fiyyah not sick anymore?” askaku inside

my heart, my eyes glare into the darkness of the night through the window of the bus.

“Dad, Fiyyah, why not leave

some messages to me? So that I know what to look like after you guys leave, my inner”.

“If me and Mommy catch up with you, whether

we can get back together?” my many.

Maybe that's what those people mean

as a madman it was me. I think I'd rather go crazy than have to feel back the barrage of misfortunes that's been happening to me lately.

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My steps stopped when me and my mother

he was standing in front of a house with a large courtyard.

I wondered if we should

enter now or not.

Sixteen hours of travel is not a short time, I am sure now Mother is very tired.

I spread my eyes around, though,

the atmosphere is still silent, even swinging still reluctant to crow.

“Excuse me, you guys are looking for something?”

a successful woman made me aghast.

I realized I was surprised by it, though,

the woman apologized.

“Sorry if I surprise you, but maybe

I can help you guys. Are you looking for someone?” Further

asked very kindly.

From the looks of her face-to-face and prayer rugs, I thought this woman had just returned from morning prayers

the mosque.

“Me and Mommy have just arrived from Jakarta,

We're looking for my aunt's residence,” I replied, “Name Aunt Wita.”

I saw the woman's forehead wince, He

then take a few steps forward and look at my face and your face

alternating.

Both his hands then cupped my cheeks, “What

you Sherina? Are you the daughter of Mas Fendi?” tanyanya.

I just nodded, wanting to answer but it was difficult because my face was still cupped by her.

The two women's netra looked teary, “Thank God, finally today came too. I can meet you both,” he said as he hugged me, “I am your Aunt, Aunt Wita. The twin brother of Mas Effendi,” he explained after taking off his hug on me.

The woman who claimed to be Aunt Wita was now about to hug Mother, but just Bi Wita was about to approach, Mother stepped back and took cover behind my back.

Bi Wita just looked at me as if asking

explanations.

“Can we talk inside Bi?

Sorry if troublesome, but Mother's condition is currently still in a state that

less healthy,” I explained.

Bi Wita nodded in agreement, then led

we went into his house.

“Sorry if Aunt's house is very small, Aunty

only living alone since Bibi's husband died,” He said.

I could feel a deep longing when Aunt talked about her dead husband.

I thought Auntie would come after me soon

various questions, it turns out I was wrong.

He asked me and Mother to rest first.

"Aunt Wita is very understanding, just like Dad," I said.

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# Aunt Wita POV #

I really want to ask a lot

hal to Sherina and her mother, but seeing the faces of both of them who were very tired and sleepy, I really could not bear if I had to crowd them both with various questions.

“Why the two of them can get here

without Mas Fendi?” my mind keeps thinking about this.

My feelings started to rage, to be honest

agitatedly.

I haven't seen a dozen years.

I'm getting sure something's bad

it might have happened, especially when looking at the condition of the summoned woman

Sherina as Mother.

As usual, after the prayer

at dawn congregate in the mosque, I will go home and read the holy verses

Al-Qur’an.

Either because of my voice or maybe the voice

the cock crowed, but my attention was distracted by Sherina's bedroom door

open-ended.

”Auntie, sorry I haven't even introduced

self right but I've fallen asleep,” regret the girl.

“What's wrong, you look very tired and sleepy, it's only natural for you

sleep,” reply.

“I'll make you something warm, want tea or milk?” bargained.

“No need Aunty, if you want I will make it myself,” refuse it.

I shook my head, and was about to stand up from

my chair, when he preached the bad news.

“Dad…. Father... My father has no Bi,”

he said with a trembling voice.

“My father and Shafiyyah,” He Back sobbing,

“ They died a month ago Bi,” he continued.

Duuuuaaarr!!!

It felt like there was lightning coming

right above my head.

I sat back in the chair I occupied

before with a stiff movement, I felt my heart beat pumping many times faster than usual.

It felt like my chest was so crowded with tears, I was sure it was sullen

wetting my cheeks, “Mas Effendi,” my lips with sobbing.

“Mas Effendi why go so fast

Mas,” I said a few seconds later.

I cry, wail if I am now

alone in this world.

Then in the midst of my crying that was becoming more and more, I felt a hand pull me into a warm embrace.

“Aibi is not alone, there is still me and

Mother,” said.

Short but capable words

calming me down, I slowly felt my heartbeat slowly begin

back to normal along with the rubbing of the young girl's hand on my back.

“There's me and Mommy Bi, we're not alone,”

He spoke incessantly.

Whether true or not, but I feel

my shoulders are also wet, probably because of this girl's tears.

“You are right Son, we are not alone,” I said

who now returned his embrace.

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I looked at the beautiful face of a woman of mixed Indonesian-Russian blood who was now sitting pensively on the porch of my house.

“I should never again complain over

the departure of my husband, I am still lucky because until now I still continue

live well, although occasionally have to cry because of a very longing

torturing,” my inner.

But Yasmin, though, did not diminish

the beauty of his face, but it is clearly seen if this woman is bearing a very heavy burden after the departure of Mas Effendi, to make him become lost direction like today.

A blank look, no zest, and what grimaces my heart, he would occasionally hysterically search for the whereabouts of my twin brother and my dead ponakan.

Sherina told me everything,

the chronology of the accident was only Yasmin who knew about it, but dear

it seems like fate has not yet wanted to uncover the truth.

My eyes are turned to girls

braided two who are now watering plants in my yard, “What is

happened to her? Other than the departure of his father and sister, I'm sure there are still things

another that weighs on his mind, my inner”.

My memory goes back to the few years

then when Mas Effendi sent me some batik cloth as a thank you for helping sell some of his land in this village.

Inside the batik cloth was tucked a photo of a little girl in color

the same eyeball as Sherina's. Different, little girl in the photo

it looked very happy while sitting on the seat of his baby sister.

“Where is the beautiful little Sherina? What

time that made it turn out like this? Or maybe destiny? “

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# Sherina POV #

It's been 2 weeks, I'm very comfortable

stay at Aunt's. The people here are very friendly, even though I'm still hiding as

Geeky Nana, none of them underestimated me.

“Reacted to be true quality education

someone really doesn't guarantee that person

understand how to appreciate others, my inner”.

Although here the population is more

only studied up to the High School, but they are more humane

compared to my friends who studied higher education.

Yesterday my aunt and I discussed

about me not wanting to go to college, I want to stay here together

Aunt and keep looking after Mommy.

I thought our discussion was over, but

this morning, my aunt talked about it.

A white envelope was placed on

before me, “That is the last relic of your father,” he said.

“When Auntie helped your dad sell

his land, he told you to leave the patch he would give you

to be used as provisions when you are getting married,” continued Bibi.

I saw Aunt close her eyes

holding back her tears.

“That land was Aunty selling yesterday, and it was

it is the result of his sale. Auntie had also added a little of the savings

Aunty,” said.

“Although not much, but Aunty wants you

go chase your goals with that money. Make your father proud of you, of your mother, leave him here. Your mother is also Aunt's older sister, just like Mas Fendi. Aunt who will take care of him,” Bi Wita said.

I can't speak anymore, I just

able to hug Aunt tightly. Saying thanks over and over again.

“Maybe it's true Auntie said, I should make Dad proud. There must be a reason why I wrote Aunt's address behind my picture and Shafiyyah's in her purse, I'm sure if this is the point, "My inner self.

“Peace there Dad, I promise I will

achieving my dream, I will bring justice to you and Shafiyyah,” my resolve

in heart.

Yogyakarta, the city is also famous for

the student city. That's where I plan to try to achieve my dream. Now that I have a plan, I also have a place that I want to go, and my target is clear, which is you.

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