THE MOUNTAINEER'S STRUGGLE
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Nothing is perfect in the world. Happiness is not true because life is not in heaven. There is no eternal sorrow, for it is not a denizen of hell.

That sparkling face was instantly dim. After all the guests came home, I gave Ayu a paper bag. Yoga the giver has gone. Reluctant to see Ayu's happy face. Without a word, he carried a wound.

Yoga comes to the house. Giving a paper bag and saying goodbye to Ayu's family. Passed without asking for an answer. No need, no need. After all, his neutrality became a silent witness of an answer.

Ayu's blissful manner of receiving a bouquet of flowers and a ring was the predetermined answer. It wasn't her choice, it was the handsome young doctor who filled the void in the soul of her loved ones.

Yoga conscious has lost. Better to avoid. Hope to get a cure. Someone who could carve a smile on the curves of his face. Filling the vacuum for the beloved princess. I hope that.

Slowly Ayu opened, a jewelry box, slick, beautiful and classic. Bludru box whose color has faded. It contained a complete set of jewelry. Giwang, bracelets, necklaces, and a pair of beautiful rings with this name Ayu and yoga. A letter was also in it.

With trembling hands Ayu letter. Rows of hurup look so untidy. The writer hastily wiggled the pen. There are some papers that look like traces of stagnant water. Ayu sure compared to other papers that are still smooth. Ayu knew it might have come from the tears of disappointed letter-owners.

'Sorry, Sir. I cut the wound. Disappointed you. May you forgive this despicable self.'

Assalamu'alaikum

To melatiku

I came from far away to seek and to collect the promise of an answer. Without having to meet and meet face to face. Netraku has got the answer.

Your hand has received a ring, not from me. He's the one you've accepted. He ... the old story that is pending. You also have a bouquet of flowers on your chest. Not mine. But ... he.

I'd realistically conclude that he's your choice. I retreated in disrepair, I left my hopes buried. Let it be, I have to go because it is no longer useful to wait. Sorry, being an intruder between your stories. I should have known that the pieces in your chest weren't mine. But, she. Yudistira Hadi Wijaya.

Read the story with an invitation in hand. I'll be with you later at the wedding, even if it's just an invited guest.

Congratulations, I'm happy. I included a set of jewelry, don't refuse. It's the legacy of my late wife. I ordered the ring and it's new. Name A and Y. Not Yoga and Ayu, but Judis and Ayu.

Please don't give it back. Keep it! As proof there was a Yoga Haditama that almost stood with you in the pelaminan. Maybe to you it means nothing. However, to me that is the symbol of the heart that I have given you, Ayu.

Happy happy. May your love be forever. Until later to his Jannah. Aamiins.

Wassalam

Haditama Yoga.

The letter was not wet. Tears flow non-stop. Ayu knew the pain of separation and the hope that ran aground. Five years ago, the wound was not bleeding. I was in yoga with Cindy.

Sorry, Yoga. My heart is only one. I also gave it to Yudhishthira. If only my heart were a piece of bread, I would have torn it and spread it to you and to Judithira.

Ayu spent the night with a sob. His heart was happy on one side, also broken on the other, when it knew, there were tears on top of his laughter.

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Ayu stared at the reflection of her reflection in the mirror. Confused, what to go. Not both of them with Judith. Bringing her brother as a friend was not a solution either.

Ayu has to go to the hospital. Judis. Papa Judis was admitted to the hospital after Judis brought Ayu. That's why Judis didn't come. Fortunately, it's not too late. Ayu is not yet in Yoga.

"Well, Judis boy has come. Let's get going quick." Call Mom.

Judis did not enter. Waiting in the yard. Ayu approached doubtfully.

"Take Ratna with you, yes, sister," he said softly.

"Well, it's been discussed. We don't want to go for a walk. We're going to the hospital. Can't bring a child under twelve."

"You guys haven't left yet, there's a sneak later on his return last night. Do you want to stay there again?" screaming Mom.

Reckon. OMG. No !Ayu ngacir get in the car. Immediately enter without asking.

"Ju depart, Mother. Assalamu'alaikum."

"Yes, Son. Careful"

Judis laughing. Tumben entered without being forced. The front seat anyway. No more personal driving.

"Thank God, you can finally be both. Retirement as a private driver. Gini dong, sit in front. Don't sit behind the mulu. My handsome and kayaking person only deserves to be a heart driver not a personal driver, jihaa," he led to Ayu.

Dih, the stale fighting. Oh my God, right in front. My mom, so no concentration. Wrong position should be back seat.

"Not read the book back, I want to be horrified, read the fast."

Ayu harrumphed, again Judis invited. Not tired of making Ayu look stupid. Ayu was silent, occasionally arranging her heart beating fast.

Judis stole the view. Added sweetness. If only your clothes were better then your beautiful aura would be radiated. Judis saw Ayu's clothes were so simple. Cotton with a design that is far from modern. Mom's stitching shirt. The tailor's pride of the village.

Stitching is neat, not inferior to famous designers. Only the material is so cheap. Yes, their families rarely buy but make their own. More economical.

Judis stroked the chest, never imagining being in Ayu's position. His life is so perfect. Since childhood in foster care with treasure. It's never hard to eat. No need to think about school fees. The ogah-ogahan school. For him, school was just a routine for existence.

Search popularity. I am lucky to have an above average IQ. Just once reading or hearing a lesson then it easily enters the head. Academic values are always superior even though school is never a priority.

Salute to you Ayu. Not in vain studying hard for the sake of a High School diploma. Now the results of learning are useful to help others. Teaching as an honorary teacher.

Many have bachelor's degrees, but ogah down to the field devoted to a gensi. Not willing to plunge into society because the profession is not in accordance with expectations.

Ayu seemed to know that Judis was watching. Obtained. They look at. The same taste unites them.

Ayu. Why choose a country girl like me, brother. There are many women under this sky. Why choose a village girl who is so different from you everything. Why does this heart only love you. One hundred and eighty degrees upside down with my condition. I forgot who and who you are.

We are like heaven and earth. There is an air space that is a separator. Will we be united. I hope that.

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The hospital hallway is very crowded. Downstream the patient in and out. The buskers enter. It's time to go big.

Ayu walked far away from Judis. Anxious, Judis wanted to hold hands. Fail. Ayu breezed out loud.

"Where are you going?" ask Judis.

"Rise the stairs," said Ayu innocently.

"Oh my God, Papa's on the ninth floor, honey. We have an elevator. How about climbing stairs if you have foot pain?"

Dear. Well, why is the fight coming out again. Calling names is enough. My heart jumped from position.

"No way, Ayu used to go up the hill. Maybe the brother fainted" Ayu replied no less.

"Wanna try? I took the edelweiss flower that you put on the chest when applying first. Still doubt if this leg is so strong?"

Judis laughing. Wild my white pigeon. It's hard to touch your body even if it holds your heart and soul.

They're crammed. The elevator was full of hospital visitors. Accidentally Ayu's body docked with Judis's chest. Ayu can hear the heartbeat of her lover.

Judis remained silent. Trying to protect Ayu who was almost squeezed with her body.

Open elevator. Ayu was pushed and almost fell. Judis clutched Ayu's limp body. For a moment they hugged.

Ayu pushed the body of Judis violently. Face blushing. Cold heat all over the body. Astarghfirullah's. Ayu hurriedly left Judis who was sculpting. Finally got a hug too despite the accident.

"Let's wait," he shouted.

"Jude!" call a girl

"Cindy?" Judis was shocked to see her former lover in front.

Cindy smiled without ba bi bu hugging and kissing left right cheek. Judis. Bummer. Pushing rough Cindy.

"Sorry, Dy, I have other needs" he said as he ran after Ayu who saw Judis in Cindy's kiss.

"Wine. Could be a manyun this year. Why meet Cindy at a time like this."

Basic guy. Why not refuse to enjoy. Huh, basic. Ayu quickly stepped up. Upset, angry and resentful to see Judis in the arms and torment of the former.

"Where are you going?"

Judis took Ayu's hand to run. Stopped step.

"You go to Om Hadiwijaya's room. Where else?"

"Papa's room is gone. Getting angry? Of jealousy? Want to hug and kiss like Cindy?" Judis spread out both hands.

Ayu's eyes whizzed. You idiot! Who would want. I want it later if it's halal not now. I'll give it all later not at this time.

"We've arrived, let's go in!" Judis opened the door to the treatment room.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikum salam, " replied Om Wijaya and the voice of a woman from within.

"Dark! Alhamdulillahot. Finally came too. Papa waited from earlier. Come on in, son."

Papa, the speech surprised Ayu and the woman who was with Om Wijaya.

"Papa? Who is this, Dis?"

Women in longdres marun color with makeup menor widened eyes. Not wrong the brother calls himself papa to the slum girl who just arrived with the pounding?

"The wife of Judis, my future man, " replied Om Wijaya.

"Well! this is?" screeches with surprise.

This ancient and village-looking girl is a candidate for Judis. Siska looked at Ayu from head to toe. My father was a low-tasting child.

Once Holy, Mama Yudis was also a village girl with a simple appearance. Village, tacky and not stylish. It is now contagious to his son. Choosing a candidate for wife is not becus.

What's special about this girl. Stupid doctor. Rows of girls former Judis classy all, never Kang Jaya introduced as his son's future wife. Now this village girl is loudly called a prospective ghost.

"This is Ayu lestari, Auntie. God willing, soon we may be engaged. Waiting for papa is better," said Judis who further confirms who Ayu.

Judis was angry, angry. Seeing Siska's gaze that seemed to demean her lover. Don't look at the look, Auntie. View capabilities. Aunty will be silent if you see the true quality of Ayu.

Ayu stalling hands to invite salaman. Sisca snidely brushed off that hand. Do not want to have candidates who are not qualified. Om Wijaya. Judis shakes. Ayu is just a bewilderment. Feel uncomfortable.

"I'm home, Kang. I'll look again tomorrow. Dis, please wear glasses. Maybe your eyes have a problem. Auntie go, take good care of your father."

Sisca spoke while glancing at Ayu. Astarghfirullah's. Ayu istigfar's. This will definitely be met. Just a little bit already incised. There might be a lot of scorn for my status. Be patient, strengthen, Lord. Ayu took a breath. Chest feels tight

Siska's gone. They're for a moment. Silent.

"I'm sorry Auntie, Yu."

Ayu just nodded. Trying to be ordinary when really the actions and words of the middle-aged woman made him hurt.

"Dis, invite Ayu to see our painting gallery, before opening. I need to know that historic place. If you tell me to stop by the house it looks like Ayu ogah. Not far away. Take it home from here." Om Wijaya diluted the atmosphere.

Judis nodded. I want to hug and calm the uncomfortable Ayu. Patience, darling. It doesn't matter the view of others. Enough Papa's supporting us. I can challenge the world that ignores our relationships.

Ayu became quiet. Whether or not Siska's attitude is making her depressed. It really is in the shadow. However, when it really happened. It hurts amazing.

Man is not equal before the Creator. But, property, throne, and position have always been a measure of degree in the eyes of men.

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"This is our family's art gallery. All of my memories are stored here. From adolescence, getting married, serving and retiring are all pictured here. It contains a collection of famous painters and some of Papa's own works. In the Lord, ten more days will be opened."

Ayu did not comment. His eyes are engrossed in the collection of paintings from various streams. Ayu did not understand the art of painting. But, the henchmen enjoy the beautiful work of ink scratches on the canvas.

"Papa invites you to attend. Come family. All my friends came home from the hospital. Agus will pick you up. You guys should come at Papa's special moment."

"Do we have to attend ? We don't understand painting. It will even interfere," replied Ayu

"You're a special part of our family. Of course you have to be present. You are special guests at this event. Oh, yeah, please read this. All include a history about the gallery and the story behind the collection. Learn it! Please help us to entertain guests. They will probably ask a lot. You can do it, Yu?"

Ayu. Baffled. Fear of people's views on their status. Sisca's treatment made her feel inferior.

Come ON MOUNTAIN BOY, show your courage. Why avoid, face anything with determination and confidence. Running away is not a solution.

Time to show your ability. Do not be afraid because of social status. God created man to the same degree. The guests present may be classy people, but Ayu Lestari also has quality.

"In the Lord, we will come."

Judis smiled, the gallery guidebook was handed over. Ayu grasps with one belief, if she will appear bravely to face anything and anyone. Maybe a sneer will come but Ayu is never afraid.

I'll show you if the village girl is also dignified and dignified. Have quality despite being born within economic limitations and facilities.

To be continue~.