
Two days passed and Anwar and I went home. Because tomorrow we have to get back to work. Mas Anwar gave the money to the mother, as a 'monthly ration'.
"Don't bother son." But the mother's hand was ready to receive the money given by Anwar.
"No bother ma'am. Oh yeah. which father?"
"Father in the workshop."
"Then Anwar and Aish go home first, we will stop by for a while to the workshop." Said Anwar while kissing his mother's hand.
"Come on, afternoon hunt. No need to stop by the shop."
"Attent." Tempta mas Anwar smiled faintly.
"Maafr..."
***
After two hours of travel, I finally arrived home. While Anwar parked the car, I rushed into the house and took a shower.
A few minutes later, Anwar's voice sang. Yes. ms. Anwar often sang even though his voice was not good to hear. But this time Mas Anwar sang in a soft and soft voice.
"Tumben mas nya kuraaa.ngg..." I said cut, because it turns out Anwar mas is not in the room.
"Your instant noodles get more, huh?" Shouted Anwar from outside the room.
After getting dressed, I went straight out to find Anwar. It turned out that Anwar was in the kitchen, busy opening shelves looking for instant noodles.
"When did you go to the room?" Much
"Mas hungry, so from earlier mas nyari noodles but did not meet. Not yet in the room."
"Why?"
"It's okay, man. Instant noodles on that shelf."
Until now, despite often experiencing things like this, I am still not used to distinguishing between real or unreal. Sometimes I feel scared, feel uncomfortable and often Anwar is always there to comfort me.
I am always grateful, there is mas Anwar beside me, he who accepts my shortcomings and accepts me as I am. Although it can be said before our wedding there are many trials and obstacles.
Mas Anwar is a friend of Andi's brother, I also often play with him. But ever since Anwar's parents moved on, I never saw Anwar again.
But when I entered High School, I met again with Mas Anwar. Even though we don't know each other. I often glanced at Anwar's lyrics, because I felt I knew him. But Anwar Cuek, there is no smile at all. So I don't think that guy was Anwar. This only lasted for a year, because when I went to second grade, Anwar graduated and went to college outside the city.
***
Five years ago.
"Assalamualaikum sis, what's wrong? Didn't you see the clock or the clock in the house is gone? It's eleven o'clock at night, Aish sleepy tomorrow there's a quiz." I asked to pick up the phone.
"Waalaikumsalam, a habit if you pick up the phone like nyerocos. If you hear what your sister says, you're sure you won't be sleepy again."
Then Brother Andi told me that this afternoon there was a guest who came to propose me. Before I was surprised, there was no wind there was no rain suddenly there was someone coming to propose. But brother Andi finally told that who came was Lasmana sir and his family, yes they are his family mas Anwar. Indeed, before my father died, he asked me when I was ready to get married. Dad was afraid, if until the time, dad could not be there to be a marriage guardian. Dad also asked about marrying Mas Anwar. At first I thought it was just a father's joke teasing his daughter, but it wasn't long before Dad left for good.
"Sir Andi why did you just say it now?" I asked in a curious tone.
"I don't think I called you, when I asked, I said not yet. At first I refused the proposal Lasmana sir, because you are still in college. But Mr. Lasmana said no objection, because Anwar is also still working out of town."
"Mas Anwarnya did not come, brother?"
"So you know you used to like Anwar, so it's a coincidence, right? Maybe Anwar is your soul mate. Also, the feeling of parents is never wrong."