THE UNIVERSE IS FOLLOWING US
new novel: If Dawn without Dew

The sun is shining in the eastern horizon. If the western part appears, the world is finished. The sun teaches us that life is not always bright, or always blissful. And not forever dark, or sorrow. The sun also teaches us that we are not always at the top and we are not always at the bottom.

The sun is also a symbol of brightness and happiness for many people.The sun is one of the sources of life and energy for humans. Solar heat can be used in various things in natural life to advanced technology. Even the sun in the morning became one of the great day guards.

Why should the sun be the encouragement of my life. Why not someone else who needs to be more real? for real? Yes, the void is felt in the morning. I should have been happy if my sister was to marry by her choice of heart. But why when I found out who his future wife was I was so sick? Is this karma?

Right now I'm watching the daylight king shine from the eastern horizon. It looks like dew is perched on the leaves. He felt his life like a flower, when fresh looked beautifully dazzling as the withered were thrown away.

"Brist," the voice called me. The voice of the woman I love so much. The first woman in our house after my sister Mentari.

"Mama," I immediately greeted my mother. We again sat in the hut near the factory where I was now the leader there.

"You just arrived from Jakarta why it just disappeared. Mama has cooked your favorite fish head. It'll end with papa. Know for yourself you and your papa are both fish lovers."

"Yes if spent with papa means not my sustenance, Ma. Space does not like fish. Mentari moreover. At least I'm the same papa doang. You can't spend that many portions."

"Yes too. Are you having a hard time meeting Pakde?" I nodded small.

"You said your mom's message, right if you can't see Pakde? what's the pain, son?"

"Pakde stroke, Ma. Currently running the company pakde is Aunt Vira. Harry has not been reliable, his work continues to wander. While Mimi is married, Hyolin is still in High School."

"Oh, my God, that kid, yeah. Very much the same Feri is still young." I heard Mom was angry.

This is my mama's name Dira. The best woman of my life. Women who can sometimes be friends and parents. Most every year he is often happy about a life partner. My cousin Andara's sister already has a husband named Keenan. My cousin Hermina is also married. Only the Mentari have not. Salsa and her sister Nabila already have a life partner.

My name is Muhammad Fajar Bramantyo. As you know whose back appendage I belong to. My sister Angkasa also put that name. My age has now stepped on the head of three. I don't know why since breaking up from him there's nothing that makes me interested in other women. And it seems like no one is trying to get close.

Her name is Dewun. As a Dew, don't expect him to be as beautiful as his name. My dew is different from the others. A confident girl, a spirit that made me fall in love. And now she's going to be the wife of Space.

"We're home, Yuk. Mama wants to hear a lot of stories while you're in Jakarta." I nodded while following my mother's steps.

"Ma, I want to find a wife like my mama." My inner.

We've reached home. Where the atmosphere looks crowded. I looked towards my mom. When I got there wasn't this many. What was?

"Let's go in, tonight's two applications. Between Space and Dew. Mentari and Arya."

"Do I have to ask them to step up?"

"Hey, it's 2052, there's no more stepping stories. Not his time anymore. You've already gone inside." I can only take a deep breath. Two of my sisters preceded their brother.

"You know, son. When Aunt Vira wants her boyfriend. Oma immediately dizzy to ask mama to find a partner. Because you've been married and widower status."

"Papa, of course" I replied half-lazily.

"Well, la wong your mama's ideals are just one."

"Yes, so papa's wife." a story I've heard since I was a teenager. How has the ending been.

"And that's what you're hoping for, Jar. Forget that clear guy. He was the one who left you at that time, right? even though mom and dad never met your girl."

"I have to know what makes clear aka dew leave our relationship. Without breaking words though. If I'm without Dew it's like a kite without a rope. Flying in the wind."

Time continued to spread, it did not feel dark to say hello. All the big families of two prospective Bramantyo daughters-in-law also gathered at home. Now our house is not in a location near the estate. Now we live in the elite housing initiated by Angkasa. Great my sister, at a relatively young age she became a young executive.

Angkasa completed its architecture studies in five years. For the majors he was five years including fast. because at that time his class of friends had not been completed. Only he and three students finished faster.

No frills papa as factory owner PT. Bramanty. Without anyone knowing he's the no 1 businessman's son in Lembang. Angkasa stands alone working in a property company. Up to two years he was believed to manage the manufacture of housing. Belonging to his father Dewun.

Yes, I heard that her father Dewun was interested in Angkasa, my sister. Whereas when I approached Dewun until dating for five years. No one welcomed me well. If I told you that this is the son of the no 1 businessman in Lembang what they still behave like that.

"Assalamualaikum," a greeting voice was heard entering our house. I just peeked out of the kitchen without showing up.

"Jar, it's a guest already come you're still in the kitchen," said Buklik Ayu, my papa's sister.

"Hungry, Buklik. It's all good food. So hungry." I'm. I am lazy to meet them.

"Jar, you accompany me up front as the oldest child in our family." Very lazy to be there.

"Yes, Pa."

Two families gathered in the living room. Papa put me in the middle of the Aryan and Dewun families.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Trias. This is my oldest child. His name is Dawn Bramantyo."

I guessed the look on the face of the prospective father who matre was pale.

"Om, I am Dawn Bramantyo, the eldest son of Arjuna Bramantyo" said the eldest I deliberately affirm to the family.

"Oh, yes." Their attitude turned flat.

"You know, son. Papa really likes Angkasa because he is an independent child. Not a child who develops because it simply replaces his father. It's the same as hiding in the mother's armpit."

I know who Trias meant. Poor Space can be in-laws like them.