THE MOUNTAINEER'S STRUGGLE
Eps.15

Time is rolling, it's been a matter of years running. Ayu did not dissolve in sadness. Only occasionally rebuking. Then rise to stand with a number of solid activities.

Every day there is never empty activity. In addition to learning Ayu also always busy themselves with extracurricular activities. Scouts, LDKS, OSIS, ROHIS, and all other routines.

No tired words for him. School is a space of freedom of expression and delves into self-potential. Only when school, Ayu can channel all her abilities. Perhaps I will not continue to pursue education.

Ayu's academic grades are still number one. There are no more duck roads in the field. Ayu left more vigorously. Sometimes if it is only a quarter of an hour late Ismail will let in without hisab. That means without interrogation. Students refer to it as hisab school. Where the duck path or reverence for the flag is the penalty. One hour of full lessons honoring the flag and being the spectacle material of the entire school population.

Ayu stepped forward to keep Azam in heart. You can lose from one side but you can win from the other. Defeat is no reason to take a step back. But, the reason for running a thousand feet. Ayu proved it all with brilliant achievements.

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Cindy ....

A tall girl. Born to rich parents. His mother was an executive at a proferty company. His father was a manager at a BUMN company.

Don't mention the rupiah or the wealth. Various luxury facilities nan wah become everyday goods. Several ATM cards filled his wallet. Her life is like a princess. Never lacking anything. Only, the parents' affection and attention minus from Cindy's hands.

Money or branded goods are never missed in the hand, if desired. The finger flick will all be a collection.

Cindy grew up in foster money instead of affection from birth. If you know love, lap and caress only from Mbok Darmi, the caregiver who faithfully serves from his mother toddler until now has a family and has a daughter. Mbok loves his own daughter.

Through the hands of the middle-aged woman, Cindy knew if she was valuable without being in the value of rupiah. Because the affection for his parents is a dollar bill. Not for Mbok Darmi. The childless old widow didn't even ask for a salary for all services. Enough for her to have a place to stay and be able to care for Cindy with affection.

For Cindy's parents if the ATM is full then all will be resolved. Never know if his son also misses the caress of affection. Not always money and money.

Cindy is looking for a stage outside the house. When there is a chance to be the cover girl. Easily become one of the featured contestants. Soared to Wahid's number. Finally seamlessly breezed into the first champion.

Beautiful paras and tall stature. It is a provision to pass all tests. Quickly all eyes were on him. In an instant his name was already blotted out.

Fans who flounder always pucker up where to go. Ex-girlfriend like gonta dress over. All worship prostration as Cindy idols, they are worshipers. Worship Cindy like a madman.

Everything changed when I met Judith. A young doctor-to-be, the only son of a retired general. Cool and calm carrying. Unlike other young people, he easily expressed love even though he had only met several times. Judis different. Stun him.

That afternoon in one shooting schedule.

"Hayo mewed what the hell," reprimanded Mince the make up artist.

His gleaming style cooed Cindy's cheeks. Cindy was out of focus. Always look for Yudishthira who promises to come to accompany the photo shoot on this day.

"Not seen Judis, Ce?" he said while fixing the return on his chest. Mince or mincreung just shook his head.

"There are at least more emergency patients. Already, don't stumble. The same focus of photographers on the noh mosquito tar, he said there was a party tonight. Cepetan. Cus. Not a lot of cincong. Run directly go to part," replied Mince while fixing Cindy's return so as not to sag.

Judith looked at me from far away. I reminded Cindy repeatedly. If he doesn't like to see it in the hands of other men.

"But, this is Mince, brother. Not a real man. I don't seem to want women anymore. Come on, why is it weird now? After coming back from the village, it changed. I'm also not angry from a long time ago, if brother cipika cipiki with another girl. Now, ban this. Do not hold hands, we are not mahram and many other ancient rules. We live in the modern age, brother, don't be so stodgy." Omel Cindy as Judis reminded.

This time the session was a couple. Cindy paired with the latest handsome jebolan boy cover. They pose for hugs and other friendly poses.

There's no awkward. Everything goes according to the procedure it should. Judis massaging chest. For reasons of professionalism, Cindy in plaza and pose friendly men not mahramnya. Like the thing he can hug or kiss his cheek for reasons of love. God, how naive to justify everything for the sake of a modern word or slang. Sometimes we forget the ethics of walking.

Already since coming home from the mountain all routine comes into contact with whatever reason Judis stops. I don't know why it's uncomfortable to hang out with Cindy. Though before touching or kissing it is natural. Even compulsory. It's a shame to just look. Rarely meet in antepin mulu. That's what he thought before he met Ayu. The girl who keeps her honor and body from the male plural of ajnabi.

Not like any other couple. Judis only dared to touch his cheek and kiss him never crossed the line.

Back to the white ash. Her face was tense in the bell. Hands trembled when he accidentally had to hug her to drag her up the cliff. It was as if it was holding the embers of a hot fire when it touched.

Also the face is soaked when in the bonceng at night.

"Well can hold sister's clothes, afraid to fall later. A tight hug on the waist is fine too. Only, emergencies can be allowed in Islam." he asked when forced to be in bonceng when the accident streak and almost overnight.

"There is still iron for ayu hold my brother, no need to hug my sister. We are not mahram. Just be careful with the motor, focus your eyes. God willing, we are safe and secure to our destination." Ayu Makjleb's answer left Judis silent.

Verily Ayu made Judis change. How are you, my mountain girl. Are you okay there. Two years have passed maybe now you're almost out of school.

God, graduate school. I will soon be married. Heart to imagine if the yellow janur waved in front of Ayu's house. There will come an invitation in gold ink not in his name.

Such a girl there are only a thousand and one in the world. Never touched. No riddling if not the way it should be. Exclusive. Not a market item that can be easily pluralized and found on the streets.

"Why is it late? I miss you." Cindy broke the Judis's imagination.

His hands are spoiled. Her cheeks are nyosor cipika cipiki. Judis remained silent. Difficile. Shame himself.

"However, dear. Seriously very. Everyone's waiting for us in the party. We're leaving yuk!" bring him.

"We're home. It's already night. It's not good to be out this night."

"Only this time, please. Isn't tomorrow brother's going on leave. Come on, brother never wanted me to hang out together. Just this time, ok."

Judis was forced to. I want to know what her boyfriend is like. Judis never wanted to leave the house if it was just hanging out without any fundamental interests.

More fun playing games than hanging out not knowing the juntrungannya. Unprofitable. Especially after coming home from the village. I don't know why everything changed on its own. More fun with reading than tongkrongan. Ayu Kontakmangan. The bookworm.

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DJ is engrossed with a black disc in hand. Body whistling dancing to the rhythm of music. The smell of the drink in the nose.

All partying. Not least Cindy. A few drinks fell on the stomach. Judis. Cindy is more violent.

This was indeed the first experience of Judis being present at a sadistic feast. Shamelessly all swayed to change partners. Prancing with semi-conscious condition.

Judis dragged Cindy home in a semi-conscious state. God, Cindy's world really is the world that makes her cringe.

Cindy started to mess up. Judis let the girl. Drive the car at high speed. The showbiz world is full of action. Many people lost their pride and honor because of it.

Judis longs for the white ash. A girl who is still untouched. Still pure with a simple life. Never contaminated by environmental exposure that is polluted in the era.

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Gts ... Gts ... Geck.

Judis knocked on Cindy's door.

The Mbok opened. His face was not surprised to see such a Cindy. Tired of seeing him come home on a fly.

"Mas Judis, Alhamdulillah. I'm worried that seeing non-Cindy is always like this. I repeatedly remind you to stay away from bad friends."

"Yes, Mbok, Cindy was wrong. Wrong to choose friends. Does her parents know Cindy's like this?"

"Know, den, but they're too busy with their business dealings. Neng Cindy is like this because she is looking for attention. Pity only the money they give is not affection and attention."

"That's a human being, Mbok, money for some is everything. As if everything is in order if the rupiah is in hand. I'm happy, I'm here tomorrow

Again"

"Thank you, Den, don't leave Non Cindy alone, she needs a good friend like Den Yudis."

Judis stepped away. The heart continues to cover the heart. Wanting to dodge and disappear from Cindy's life. But, the instincts of humanity say no.

Inhumanely leaving Cindy in a slump. It is not human to help someone change. Judis loves Cindy.

I don't know, the feeling in the nettle in the taste is slowly disappearing. A row of beautiful faces for him is no longer interesting. Paras jelita is no longer charming.

Free beautiful but good behavior. If later to be a wife is not a beautiful face in need of children of love. Except for someone who would be a role model.

It was the first madrassa for them. Without looking at the look. Mendamba is also a ghost who will also love old Papa. Love and respect like your own parents. All of that might not be filled by Cindy.

Judis ruffled her hair, annoyed. Why the dilemma? Why start doubting his feelings?

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Om Hadiwijaya, the general's piling up awake when the wall clock is right pointing at the number three nights.

I heard the recitation of the holy verses of the Quran. His lips carved a smile. It was peaceful to hear his only son chant Kalamullah. Must be teaching after tahajud again.

Really changed you, son. I really want to see the girl who made you like this. Wanna say thank you.

"Om, Judis met a simple and unpretentious village girl. Om will see Judis now changed. The girl was able to make Judis mean life from a different side. Merely, Judis had not yet fully realized her feelings for the girl. Ayu, not a beautiful person like her row of lovers all this time. The appearance is also very simple and simple. Judis is still confused by her feelings. Ayu is not the girl who has been the standard all this time. I'm just afraid he realized too late. The village girl had already hunted on people's betel. Maybe we'll get married soon. It was hard for Ayu to go to college. Like the fate of other girls, Ayu will soon be betrothed and married if not school or college. Then Judis could only massage his chest, disappointed." Utari at length answered the change in attitude of Judis who asked him.

"Done, Son?"

"Father! Are you done with your evening prayers?"

Om Hadiwijaya nodded. Seeing his son in a cocoa shirt, peci and sarong. Adem. Cool in the eyes. Moreover, the radiance of ablution water on the face was always emitting a beautiful radiance.

"Son, Papa is happy to see you like this. Hopefully istiqamah. Honestly want to meet someone who is able to change you, someone who is able to knock on the door of a locked heart. Your heart is slowly disappearing. That great man who eroded your brutal attitude. Academic performance has also skyrocketed. Can you bring that guy home?"

"What did this man say?"

Judis scratched his head not itchy. I understand enough about the meaning of his father. An intelligent person cannot possibly not understand the direction of the retired general.

"Bring the mountain girl home. Quickly act. Don't late. The girl is not only the ideal wife but also the dream ghost of Papa. For the elderly need children, daughters-in-law and grandchildren shaleh and shaleha who will accompany until the end of life later. Can you make Papa's wish come true?"

"Mahs ... "

The voice of Judis restrained. Everything Papa said was true. Only, as a man his obligations also make Cindy change. Cindy needs it too. The humanist side tickled the heart to make Cindy better.

Cindy is like a patient who has to be dealt with exclusively. Regardless of all feelings. There's no way I should go and leave Cindy alone.

"The best prayer for Judis is reward, in Shea Allah. Do'a the old man's mustajabah."

Yes, let's see where destiny will bring the story. In the end, we must be ready to accept all the provisions of Him.

"We can change that destiny through effort and do'a, Dis. Let's pray for the best. But, go after him. Before the regret at the end is useless, " said Papa judis lirih.

It was only slow but so disturbing to the soul of Judithira. All will be over if the yellow janur waving beautifully in front of the house. All regrets no longer mean anything. Should I just stand and nailed my hands?

To be continue~