The Smell of Love Imriyah
Decisions

And inevitably that dilemma he felt. Although actually he was convinced by his decision, but the disappointment of his mother still became the trigger for the unanimous decision he had made. His mother did not blatantly say if he had been disappointed, but Amra could easily catch the look from the face of the mother. Every night it was hard to close my eyes.

The second son of Mr. Joko also turned out to have known about him, even though they never met. Indeed, he secretly watched Amra from afar, and he was already very interested in the gentle girl. Actually the second son of Joko sir is not an ordinary person, besides he has achieved success at a young age, he is also good and polite. His face was also handsome, his skin was yellow, his eyebrows were thick, his nose was also sharp. His posture is high. His brain is smart too. He was also a sholih, never abandoning his duty as a Muslim. But humans are never that perfect, are they? There must be a lack because perfection belongs to God alone.

Behind all that perfection, Joko's second child is an ambitious man, if he already wants something he will pursue until he can. Sometimes this makes it hard to control yourself.

Amra was walking in a rice field near her house. Hope his mind is clear after stabbing in the afternoon breeze. As far as the eye can see, the yellowish green color of rice becomes a cool treat for the eyes. Amra sighed and stopped her steps. Although he seemed to enjoy the atmosphere, actually Amra was thinking hard, trying to reconcile his decision and give understanding to the mother so as not to disappoint him too much.

Not far from where he stood, some children were playing kites. The wind this afternoon supports flying a kite. A grown man was seen accompanying them to play. From his face, he seemed to enjoy it. Until suddenly the wind blew quite hard and made the kite become irregular, one of their kites was cut off and flew freely towards Amra. The adult man then shouted

"Mister awasss!!!!"

Hearing the scream, Amra turned her head to the sound. And befriended by that, the free-flying kite landed right on her forehead, making Amra bow in surprise. The adult man immediately approached Amra, making sure that the girl was okay

"Are you okay?" Amra just shook her head and picked up the kite that finally landed at her feet

"Really?"

"Yes.." Amra smiled as she tried to convince him that she was okay, but she felt awkward. Secretly the man noticed it, well.... He was the second son of Joko but Amra did not know the fact, being near Amra like this, making the fire of love in his chest light up. True, this man had fallen in love with Amra from the first time he saw her and his admiration multiplied many times over when he saw Amra teaching in the surau a few weeks ago, he also did not think his father knew who Amra's parents were

"Wait a minute!" The man then walked away. And that was when Amra raised her head, then watched the man from afar.

She was buying something at the mother's stall, and Amra looked down again as she came back. Without saying anything, the man thrust a plaster at her, Amra was a little surprised, then looked back at the man

"I'm fine" he said

"Your silence is wound..." Amra's reflex touched her forehead, and just then she felt a pain, unwilling to reject someone who wanted a good herb, Amra received the plaster

"Thank you..." He said still bowed, whose heart does not want a sholihah woman like this?

"Oiya... Introduce, my name is Hafidz.." swapped the man who claimed to be Hafidz, making Amra again have to look at him.

"Nature..." Amra politely put her hands together on her chest and mentioned her name with a smile. Hafidz smiled too

"OKs... It's good to meet you..."

"Yes... Emm. I'm sorry, I have to go home..." Pamit Amra does not want to linger alone with a man who is not his mahram. Hafidz nodded and gave way.

The red sky indicates that the evening is approaching. With her mother, Amra closed the stall. After thinking long enough, Amra finally found the decision to worry her heart. He was sure of the decision he was going to make. After teaching njai later, he will express his heart to the mother. Maybe the reason he will say this can make the mother's heart calm, later.

"Do you know who that young man was?"

"Young man?" Amra asked back and frowned

"The young man who gave you the plaster!" The mother pointed towards Amra's forehead

"Mas Hafidz?" Mom smiled and nodded

"Why buk? Ah... Amra just knew him earlier..." Amra suddenly worried

"Not that, he is the second son of Joko sir...."

"What?" The mother simply nodded in response, her lips still smiling

"Huge.... Amra said she didn't want to meet..." Now Amra is a little sulking, thinking this meeting is the plan of the mother and she feels trapped

"Sir, this mother will not meet a mother's daughter with a man on the street like that! Perhaps this is what is called a soul mate, this meeting of yours is purely by chance! I also didn't know that a city boy like him would go to a place like that...." Amra sighed feeling guilty for having prejudiced her mother

"I'm sorry Amra buk...." Mumbled

"Yesterday, when you go back to his house, Mr. Tuti, Joko came here again, asking for the continuation of his statement a few weeks ago....! He said, son Hafidz is willing to leave his job to wait for a definite answer from you! Ibuk will not force, but is not when there are good men who intend to menghitah will be dear if rejected? Nak Hafidz is also handsome, pinter and already well established again..!" This time Amra sighed again, but not for what, it was because she was tired....

Amra stopped her work and sat down on one of the bamboo chairs in front of the stall. Quiet there while looking at the orange sky with a nanar view. It seemed like what he was going to say for tonight, he was going to say this time. Amra remained silent until her mother also sat down next to her

"The...." Gently spoken

"May Amra be honest with mother?" As he looked at the mother inside, the mother looked at him in wonder

"Again Amra apologized buk, not Amra did not want to obey the mother. But.... There was no vibration at all for Amra to encounter mas Hafidz, although we accidentally met.... It's true, probably because Amra didn't know it at first. But buk, love can never lie. Amra doesn't want to lie to herself...." Obviously Amra is soft, typical of her broom. Mother held her daughter's hand tightly

"He's a good man buk, he cares so much for his fellow man.... But Amra didn't know, was this hope still there and worthy of Amra's expectation? This feeling is getting stronger, Amra is no longer hearing news about him, Amra is also not finding out where and how he is now, Amra is also not, but I don't know why this feeling is still nurturing and growing bigger.... Ibuk, actually besides, Amra wants to go to the city and complain about the fate there buk, Amra wants to reach the ideals of Amra..."

Amra's mother took off her hand and looked at her daughter in shock. Of course, because all this time he never thought Amra would go far from home to complain about fate in a foreign place. Not knowing what to say, the mother looked down sadly, while Amra turned her eyes to the mother when she got no answer. Seeing the mother's expression, he suddenly felt doubtful about his decision. Not wanting to press, Amra chose to go into her room and reflect on the decision she had made. Reconsider both the good and the bad.

Amra had thought from the beginning that this would be difficult, therefore, if the mother was heavy to take it off she would rethink everything. Maybe he will let go of his wishes and dreams. Because whatever happens, Amra does not want to number her mother.

The next day, the sky looked clean without a single stain. The sunlight is shining quite brightly. Amra's mother's kiosk is quite crowded, there are about five mothers who are shopping for cooking needs there. Amra pulled out her father's bicycle, then took a break. After saying his greetings, he paddled the bicycle slowly towards a place.

The place he always visited when his heart was as stifled as it is today. In that place, he could think clearly. After the mother's reaction yesterday, there was no further talk back, and it made Amra's heart even sadder. He had to make his only parents happy, but he also wanted to flap the wings of his dreams into the sky. Really back he faced a choice that made him have to decide the best.

It didn't feel like his bike stopped at a riverbank. Amra parked her bike and walked over to the river filled with rocks. The scenery there is quite beautiful, the sound of water flow that touches the rocks is soothing to the soul, seeing the ripples of water on the side of the large stones makes anyone feel amazed. The flow of water, rivers, large stones seemed to be a living picture.

Amra sat on one of the stones there and put her legs in the water, not caring if the tip of her skirt was wet because she did not lift it at all. Pondering what was in front of his eyes. Like that water, it still flows even though the big rocks are blocking, the narrow little blemishes will be the way for them to get out of the big stone barrier. Shouldn't we as humans have the nature of water? Unyielding and keep going despite so many obstacles in life? Amra sighed and looked down miserably, should she be water that did not waste a small gap to find a way? Convince her mother back and make her mother even sadder? It's not the same........ Amra looked sad

"If you feel doubtful about something, then contemplating it will make you more deadlocked....." Amra gasped at the man's voice, he lifted his head back and turned to look for the source of the sound, his broad veil seemed to be waving in the wind. And when he saw the figure of the man he knew as Hafidz standing not far from his parked bicycle, Amra immediately lowered her head after knowing it

"What are you doing here alone?"

"I'm sorry... But we...."

"Don't worry! Not only the two of us, I'm driving my sister to do laundry, I don't know why she likes to do laundry in the river?" Crisp laughter rang out from the mouth of the man named Hafidz, he interrupted Amra's speech, as if he knew that the girl would not be comfortable alone with a man. This is one of the things that made Hafidz fall for him, Amra still did not change his position, he still remained down and turned his back to Hafidz, as well as Hafidz who did not move from where he stood

"If you don't believe, look to your right...!" Hafidz exclaimed, and subconsciously Amra glanced to the right, right! The man didn't lie, Syifa, Joko's fourth child, was washing clothes there. The teenage girl smiled kindly at him, Amra returned the smile was no less friendly.

Hafidz approached, but there was still a distance of about two meters between them, Amra still turned her back. No conversation for a while

"What did you mean?" The voice came out from Amra's mouth, Hafidz smiled as the girl opened her voice first

"About?"

"If you doubt something, pondering will only make you more deadlocked...." Amra repeated Hafidz's first sentence

"Oh... That, I don't know! I just want to talk!" This time, I heard his laughter again

"Aren't we better able to find answers to doubts? I asked because I wanted to refute your statement, it might be true, but it was not contemplation, but daydreaming... Because when we daydream, there will be no way out for the problems we face....!" Amra smiled and woke up

"I have to go home to Hafidz, assalamualaikum...." "Dek Syifa, yes first.... Assalamualaikum..."

"Waalaikumussalam mbak Amra..."

Hafidz was only able to look at Amra's departure with the feeling he would somehow call it. What is certain is that the girl who has now disappeared from her sight has been able to make her heart pound. But what power? His interest has been rejected

"Yes....!!! Help me lift this dong!" Hafidz who had been subconsciously lowered his head raised in surprise. Then approached the sister.

Amra returns home with a new decision she made with a heavy heart. But as much as possible he will convey this with a smile to the mother. Arriving at home, the stall was quiet, Amra parked her bicycle and approached the mother who was sitting on the terrace

"Assalamualaikum...." He was cheerful and sat next to his mother

"Goddessalam...."

"Happy... Amra apologized huh.." mother's forehead shriveled as Amra suddenly apologized

"It must have been sad when Amra said she was going to the city to make a dream come true... But I'm calm, Amra's not going anywhere...." Mother smiled and sighed then looked at her daughter gently

"Nduk .. Did momuk ever ban you?" Ask softly

"What?"

"Mother.... Which mother is not sad when her daughter will be left far away, of course mother is sad...! But whichever nduk my mother prevents you, after a thought, this time I will let you go. Fate Complaint! Pursuing your ideals, your mother will always pray for you....! Forgive me for not giving you a proper education..."

"Hugely......" Amra clasped her mother's hands gently and cried out in tears

"Thank you mother.." then hugged the woman who had given birth to him.

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