The Incomplete Love
Love but Galau

“Abby, can Buna ask you something? Buna felt something different when you were with Muhammad. You look happy but Buna also feels anxiety. Really?”

Abby didn't answer to her mother. He turned his face out of the window of the train that was taking them from Dublin to Glasgow.

Thoriq sat across from them while reading. Barran decides to join because it is impossible to let Bunanya and Abby go with Thoriq who is not a mahram. The school is also on a long holiday.

“Abby likes Muhammad, but why does this feeling say something is wrong?”

Qiara grabbed her son's hand.

“Trust in your feelings, dear. Don't force it for any reason.”

Thoriq heard Qiara's words and did not dare to look at his ex-wife. Although Qiara did not mean to quip, Thoriq decided to marry Hanna.

Apart from his grandparents who to prostrate pleaded but he should be strong and disapproving marriage that hurt his true love.

“If according to Mbak, what makes the wrong taste?” Barran goes with the nimbrung.

Abby came back far away. The expanse of grass tapestries and castles in the distance accompanied their carriage journey.

“Muhammad it's always nice and sweet same Ma'am. Attention and protection. All that women’s want. The mother flowered when she heard her voice, she said, check whether she had eaten or not. But at the same time, Mbak's heart is afraid.”

“Fear? Ma'am, did he ever harm you?” Barran has the most impatient nature among his brothers. That is one of the reasons he chose to study religion in Medina to learn more patiently.

Thoriq put down the book that Qiara bought.

“Abby?” Qiara's raout reflected worry.

“Mbak don't be afraid, by the way. There's me and Uncle Thoriq who will protect.”

Qiara glanced towards Barran. Maybe he'll take Thoriq to take care of his son and Devan.

“No what, Qia. Any time I can help.”

“Makasi, Mas,” said Qiara was not tasty, still floating a death glance at Barran who chuckled at his mother's behavior.

Abby smiled, two days the bunanya looks beaming. Same time when his Daddy was still around. Six more years Buna locked himself in memories with Devan. Abby and her siblings are eager to see Buna come back cheerful.

A moment of happy Buna's hope drives away Abby's turmoil towards a persistent man pursuing her love.

“Abby, you can tell Buna about anything. Don'worry. If you are not comfortable with Muhammad Fauzan, do not force.”

Abby nodded.

***

“Basic of a moron! Just make Abigail Donavy want to be your wife, why is it so hard?”

Muhammad rubbed his cheek that was hit by a hard slap from his father. This is all because Abby did not give a definite answer when asked if she was ready to marry Muhammad.

“We need money and Donavy has unlimited savings. You marry Abigail or your poor girl will feel the consequences.”

“Do Not Aba. Muha please do not hurt Qismina.”

“Good! Abigail's home from the streets, you plead with her. If you need to follow him to Scotland, fascinate him. Don't just charm a maid's child usually.”

“Muha, this is my mother's gift ring. Wear it to propose to Abigail. Remember, Bunde does not want to live pretending to be rich. Bunde wants to be as rich as ever and Abigail is the ticket to the prosperity of our family. Don't flabby!”

Muhammad stared at the diamond-studded ring as he gulped his salivary.

“Bbaik, Bunde.” His head felt throbbing from his father's slap.

“Go there, just make Aba's blood pressure go up.”

“After Abigail from her trip. You take this ring and apply him,” added Bunde does not care about his only child's feelings.

Muhammad nodded his head and left to his two parents.

In the room he threw his body into the bed.

Muhammad Fauzan took his hape. In the photo gallery he found a picture of the girl he was looking for. Qismina Baehaqi's. His face is sweet, his eyes always sparkle cheerfully when his life is not a treasure.

His father was one of the oil palm plantation workers while his mother was ART at his home. Muhammad knew Qismina only after they had grown up together. The smart girl got a lot of scholarships to be able to finish college. Muhammad Fauzan who was five years older was invited as a guest lecturer there.

Qismina introduced herself, shamelessly mentioning that her mother used to be ART at the family home of Datuk Khalid Muhammad.

They did not meet again until Qismina got the task of studying to London from the company. Muhammad Fauzan has worked at a management consultancy in London. Again Muhammad was one of the speakers in the class that Qismina had to follow.

Three months they knew each other and Muhammad Fauzan was so impressed that he fell in love with Qismina.

Besides being hardworking, Qiamina was also very responsible to her family. Father and mother opened a rice stall in her village with capital given by their eldest daughter. He managed to send his younger siblings to this day.

Muhammad introduced Aba and Bunde. His mother recognized Qismina as the son of one of the servants. After the girl's return, Khalid and Siti immediately told Muhammad to leave Qismina and approach Abigail Dian Donavy.

“We need money. Aba you were tricked into a palm oil plantation now controlled by the family of Aba Rasjidi,” explained Bunde casually.

Muhammad scowled his temple. Khalid's family had always fought with his cousin Rasjidi. Especially if it is not related to the treasures in the form of oil palm plantations of their grandfather's heritage.

They instead fall poor, if they can live more simply and do not always want to show off, their finances are still more than enough. Moreover, Muhammad had a good job and position in his office.

Khalid himself had a hard temper. From childhood Muhammad was accustomed to blows or sabetage of rattan. Surprisingly, Bunde was silent.

Muhammad thought of Abby. The sweet and intelligent girl targeted both her parents to become a wife just so they could rake in her wealth.

Muhammad sent a message to Abby:

Hi Beautiful, how are the streets? I have been missing for two days.

The athletic handsome man sighed and said softly, “I'm sorry, Qismina, Abby. I must obey the wishes of my parents.”

***

“Heh, Ma'am self-smiling like a real person.” Barran patted his brother's shoulder.

Abby did not respond to Barran's nosiness. His gaze was looking for Buna who was taking photos with Thoriq.

“According to you, they will reverse it?” Abby asked as she continued to watch Qiara and Thoriq. Barran also directs the view to see the two middle-aged show each other the results of the shots.

“I've never seen anyone so in love with someone like Buna, Daddy, and Uncle Thoriq. The buna seems to be afraid to forget Daddy if it opens his heart to Uncle Thoriq.”

Abby again asked, “Or still angry?”

“Iknee it supposedly hurts to the bone. Buna wouldn't laugh like that if she still held anger towards Uncle Thoriq. Moreover, the same Aunt Hanna is also now familiar.”

Abby looked the other way. A young couple sat on a park bench. The young man rests his head on his partner's shoulders. Looks like they're watching something on the phone. Sometimes laughing together, the young man stroked the head of the beautiful woman beside him.

“I do not feel the sincerity of Muhammad to me,” Abby said softly, meaning every word that came out of her mouth.

“But according to Mas Kala ..” Reply Barran.

“This is something that Mas Kala could not possibly know. Only Mbak can feel.”

“But Mbak likes Muhammad?”

“Yep!”

“Hah! That's not the answer of a love drunk.”

“You asked Mbak like it or not, right?”

“Do not force, Ma'am. Married it must wear love.”

“I know, that's what makes you doubtful. Maybe what you feel is euphoria, momentary pleasure because it gets the attention of the opposite sex. Although Kok Mbak did not feel he did not sincerely give it.”

“Let Mas Kala investigate.”

“Mas Kala has been bribed.”

“Mbak, Mas Kala is like that. But protective is equally remarkable. I also know Muhammad, really, and have asked friends who are obedient people. Straight on not to western culture.”

Barran mused, “Umar bin Khattab advised that there are three ways to get to know a person's character. First, when traveling far. Second, when doing business. Third, if you are entrusted with trust. We only know Muhammad from outside.”

“So Mbak must safar first with Muhammad?” Abby asked.

“Mbak Abby! Chubby yuk.” Barran looked into the eyes of his only sister.

Abby laughed out loud and ruffled her sister's hair. Although you have to work hard with tiptoes.

“No, my dear sister. This ma'am just wants to give himself up first to people who are already halal.”

“Enew. Mbak!”

Barran showed a face about to vomit to make Abby anxious and then pinched her cheek.

“Aaw aaw, geez!”

Qiara broke up her children. “Abby, Barran. Forgive you guys. It's been big-gede.”

“Mbak Abby is weird, Buna. Must be educated again.” Abby pelt her tongue ready to pinch Barran.

Thoriq grinfully looked at the behavior of the Qiara children. Although often noisy but it seems that they love each other and take care of each other.

“Buna equals Uncle Thoriq want to go there. You guys want to come or continue fighting?”

“Cute!“ Barran went straight ahead following Thoriq and away from Abby.

“Chat what?”

“Custom, gosipin Buna equals Uncle Thoriq.”

“Hush! No need to digosipin. We're just temenan.”

“Buna, honestly, since Daddy died, only this time Buna looks glowing again. Abby thinks Daddy would agree that Buna opened her heart to Uncle. Buna, Uncle Thoriq did have a big mistake, but see, after that Uncle did not open anyone's heart. In his heart was only Buna. Even Aunt Hanna did not manage to break Uncle's love with Buna.”

“Gombal, you.”

“Buna, please be happy again.”

“Happy, right, no need to get married. Gini is enough.”

“Ooh. So Abby can be happy-happy same guy without getting married, dong.”

“Abigail!”

“Buna, what's he talking about? Definitely ngacok.” Barran turned his head when he heard Bunanya calling Abigail in a loud voice.

Abby grinned ignorantly.

Thoriq who was already walking in front turned his head towards Qiara. The man knows himself. He was an outsider in the family. After making sure Qiara was okay, Thoriq continued his steps.

“What makes Buna doubt Uncle Thoriq?” Ask Abby again.

“Feelings of Buna who are still tied to your Daddy. Buna like betrayal.”

“Then the way he looked meant that Daddy had betrayed Buna first. It is true, there is no need to marry to be happy, but if married can be happier why not?”

“Pinter too, yes, you.”

“Kan son Buna equals Daddy.” Abby embraces her mother and kisses her cheeks affectionately.

***