The True Love
CFD

At that moment, Basri sat alone on his porch, staring at the stars with pushy eyes. His right hand supports his chin and his left hand supports his right elbow. Looking at the look on his face and his current style, everyone who saw could definitely guess, the fat man was thinking seriously or was daydreaming towards the seventh sky.

Yes, Basri was indeed thinking about something that lately felt stuck in his heart. Something that sometimes makes him stunned for a long time and hanvut in a long daydream. And he could never find an answer to the trajectory of his heart that was very disturbing. To the extent that his sleep began to feel uncomfortable lately.

Laila, that's the name of the woman who disturbs Basri's feelings. A beautiful woman who has been his wife for three months. The woman who became the dream of all single men in this village. Even those who already have a wife often think of divorcing his wife once they see Laila. Or at least regret, why only now they know Laila, after they married another woman who is certainly not as beautiful as Laila.

Laila and her grandfather, Kiai Sholeh, have only been living in Batu Tapak I village for a few years. Previously, they lived in the village of Bukit Putih, the village of Kiai Sholeh's wife. They moved to this village exactly a few weeks after the death of Laila's parents due to the earthquake that hit White Hill. So about the short history of Kiai Sholeh and his beautiful grandson.

So no wonder, when people found out that Basri had managed to get Laila, protest comments sprung from the lips of the men. Obviously they were not willing, Laila who was so beautiful was married by a man who was fat, short, and face-to-face like Basri. Tika likened to the world of puppetry, Basri and Laila in their eyes look like a couple Bagong and Dewi Sinta. Totally inappropriate. It evokes a sense of justice and beauty, roughly the judgment of the men.

However, Basri with full gratitude still sauntered calmly across his new ark with Laila who also looks happy. All that Basri had in mind at that time was that Allah was Exalted. He who since childhood has been orphaned and always wracked with suffering, never complained or regretted his fate. It is only natural that God now gives him some of His gifts in return for his patience and sincerity, as he considers.

But, that happiness was not long enjoyed by Basri. After three months of marriage, she begins to be haunted by disturbing emotions. He began to think there was something strange between him and Laila. Yes, he was just a young man with a physical form that was far from charming.he was also only one of the adopted children of Haji Musa, the imam of the mosque in the village.

As for Laila, she was a girl who was physically very charming. Although the girl always covered her body with long clothes and a tight veil, it still invited a glance of admiration from the men who saw her. It was only natural that Kiai Sholeh always forbade his grandson from traveling alone. His fit was too great, the old man reasoned.

With such a stark difference, how could the marriage between him and Laila have happened? From Basri's side, it was clear he was very happy to get a girl as beautiful and as good as Laila. But from Laila's side? Wasn't the girl just as tormented as the people of the village imagined? Laila is forced by Kiai Sholeh to accept her proposal of time. Because, Kiai Sholeh was very fond of him, and Basri had already considered the old man like his own grandfather.

Basri often comes to the house of Kiai Sholeh to learn the book of bald or just talk about religion. But really, at that time, he never intended to approach Laila. la realized, Laila is not a girl who was created to be his companion. So, he always turned every time he met the girl, afraid that his heart flew to see Laila's smile. And even more afraid if he becomes fantasized about having a companion like that.

But fate says something else. Laila then completely incarnated by her side, becoming the empress in her heart kingdom. And he was like he was turning into a happy prince. Countless times he made a prostration of gratitude for the gift, a gift that three months later turned him into a daydreamer.

Yes, now he daydreams more often. Not only on the porch of his house is simple, but also when teaching children to teach in the mosque. In fact, Haji Musa had reprimanded when he saw him daydream while waiting for the cake shop owned by his adoptive father. And, people are starting to get suspicious about Basri's recent changes. Whispers are heard from mouth to mouth. What else if not about the issue of household rift. Ah, the voice of that discordant voice further troubled Basri.

It seemed that he was becoming more aware that the test of pleasure was much more difficult to live it than the test of suffering. It's only natural that so many people are slipping in it. And now, he himself experienced it. For many years he lived a hard life, not once did he complain. But, when now he got the gift of a very beautiful wife, three months alone has made him complain of inner birth.

"Don't try to come here for a second!" call Laila that night. The beautiful woman was sitting on the porch of the house, enjoying the beautiful night. Slowly, Basri approached and sat down beside his wife with his mouth shut.

"Lately, Brother has rarely accompanied Laila sitting staring at the stars, In the past, Brother said, wherever Princess Laila went, Prince Khais will always accompany her. Iva, right? Then, how now the Prince began to rarely accompany the Princess? Does he not like stars anymore?"

Basri remained silent not answering. Yes, Lord, if only you would turn a servant into a handsome prince for a few seconds, this happiness would be enjoyed, his mind whimpering.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Is your brother sick?" ask Laila worriedly. Her husband's arms were attentive.

Basri was also silent.

"Now, look at that star in the east! It's beautiful, isn't it? The light is brighter than any other star. It is like the pride of the heavens against the earth." Laila pointed at a star with her finger tapering.

Basri gulped.

"Laila wants the star to belong to Laila, Bang. And Laila was sure that if Laila ever went to heaven, God would have given the star to Laila."

Basri still speaks a thousand languages. In fact, to stare at Laila's graceful face beside him, he felt heavy. Ah, why did he just realize that this marriage made him look stupid and worthless? Why is it that when Kiai Sholeh convinced him three months ago, he could not resist? He felt so flattered and flew straight into the clouds. You bodol! Not know yourself! Now, he cursed himself.

"Abang! Why keep quiet?" Laila's voice sulks.

"Abang no longer likes to accompany Laila, huh? Are you tired of hearing Laila tell you about the stars? About a beautiful and beautiful paradise..

"Sik Laila's.." Basri's voice finally came out as well. But his face was deep. While Laila looked at him in wonder, why did her husband's voice sound so sad? He slowly loosened his hand on Basri's arm.

"What's the matter?"

Basri took a heavy breath. "Don't feel guilty."

"Why did you decide to propose to Dik Laila and why you believe it when Kiai Sholeh convinced you of this marriage."

Laila's stunned.

"So you should realize that this marriage is a torture for Dik Laila. Which in the end will be a torment also for Brother for seeing Dik Laila suffer. Dik Laila's. Brother doesn't deserve Dik Laila. It's so inappropriate!"

"What talk is it? Istighfar, Bang!" laila exclaimed with round eyes.

"Did Dik Laila not see how far our differences are?" The man's words began to get emotional. "Did Dik Laila not see the bad figure of the man who became Dik Laila's husband? Very contrary to the beautiful Dik Laila. Look, Sister! We are not the couple Prince Khais and Princess Laila as in the stories. Because you don't deserve to be a prince!" he closed his face with his palm.

Laila was stunned in disbelief.

"Dik Laila could never love you as much as a woman loves a man. That's impossible!" The man's body trembled withstanding the shock in his chest.

Laila's lips also shook. This is what he was worried about. Her husband began to lose confidence. If their marriage breaks down, he is really disappointed. He will miss the golden opportunity to build mahligai in heaven. For a long time, he always believed in what his grandfather said that having a godly husband was the first step to reaching heaven. And being patient for all its shortcomings is the next step.

"If you can live it sincerely until the end of life, God willing, heaven is the right reward for you" said his grandfather at that time. And Laila believed in that.

"Don't you listen to Laila?" asked Laila a moment later. Basri just kept quiet, kept his face closed.

"If you measure Laila's love physically, it means you love Laila physically. Did you know that Brother has misinterpreted our love. And really, this made Laila disappointed. Laila didn't expect that little brother. Because when Laila decided to accept Brother's proposal, at that time Laila felt that she had accepted the proposal of a righteous man, whose glory she could be proud of before God and the angels."

Silent. Basri remained in silence.

"Laila's sure, Grandpa's way of convincing us is no different. Both open our eyes to see the true nature of love. And, Laila was more and more convinced when she found that she had never missed a night without being crowned. Never miss a day without ending a juz of the Qur'an. And never miss a Monday and a Thursday without a sunnah fast. Then, blame it if Laila looks like heaven on Brother's side?" Laila's voice remained clear despite her vivid awareness of coloring it.

Basri began to shake from his silence.

"In this village, there is no such young man. They spend more time in vain, not even rarely covered in sin. It made Laila vakin that it was indeed Brother who had been sent by God to be Laila's companion. And now..? After we started to step, suddenly Brother wanted to turn around.

Brother wants to stop our steps so sweet. Brother really disappointed Laila.... The woman's words began to falter in the face of tears.

"If you can be grateful for all the advantages of Laila, then why can't Laila be patient for all the shortcomings of Abang? Laila knew, Brother is not a man as handsome and handsome as a prince. But that's not what makes Laila anchor the love to Brother. After all, what would a prince mean if he could not deliver Laila to heaven? Laila "

"Enough, Sister..! Don't go on anymore" cut Basri raucous. Slowly, he lifted his head.

He tried to look at the beautiful face that looks sad. Her beautiful eyes began to be bathed in clear water. Ah, Basri really couldn't bear to see Laila cry. Grasping Laila's springy fingers while calming the shocks on her own chest. And for some jokes, they just go with each other

silent, calm the heart that was brought by the current that swirled out of nowhere.

"The gate is wrong. Brother dissolves in delusional doubt, until the meaning of love shifts from its place." Finally, Basri broke the silence after exhaling a long breath. "Nearly did the Khilaf. But thankfully Brother was accompanied by a woman of heaven like Dik Laila."

Laila wiped her tears."You really won't think like that anymore?"

Basri nodded slowly. "Yes. Because you don't want Dik Laila to lose that star" he replied, pointing eastward.

Laila smiled with relief. He saw the face of Basri who was looking up at the sky. Ah, if only he had known that the starlight was no more beautiful than the glitter of his face.

"Bang, did you know that actually Laila has one star that is so sparkly? And, Laila no longer wants the stars up there. Let it remain the pride of the heavens. Forever," said Laila, holding her husband's arms full of affection.

"really?" Basri looked at him in wonder. Laila simply smiled meaningfully. And really, there's nothing more to explain.