Travelove
Yes I agree.

In the twang of a wall clock the buzzing ties time by time, hour by hour, second by second, bringing each experience precious, from various stories. The story of bitter, sweet, sour, salty all passed in search of a manhood. Humans experience every bitter and sweet story, bring learning, walk without being stopped like a wall clock that can not stop time, like a car tire wheel that is not always on top, like a wall clock that is not always on top, they will experience everything in alternating terms.

The afternoon in April the clock kept clinking time passed, three hours ago was a time that broke his heart, his belief. A very trusted and loved lover turned out to play him with his friend. Ahmed Omer Kostak, a handsome young man, had just felt a deep heartbreak.

"Why?" Ahmed complained about his life. Two of his confidants betrayed him. "Aaaaaaaa....."

The top of one of the skyscrapers, there were cries of despair and sadness. His entire disappointment came out along with his anger. His disappointment dominates if both of them are honest that they love each other, then he will retreat, no need to pretend in front of him it will be more painful.

The ringing of the cell phone multiplied his despairing despair. Ahmed glanced at the cell phone, it was the phone from his mother, Aliya.

"Halo ma," Ahmed sighed in emotion as he picked up the phone from his mother.

"Where are you?" there was a voice from Aliya from the other end.

"Still in the office ma'am," said the young man still looking towards the sky afternoon Jakarta who clouded his heart.

April is not the right time to rain, but either the weather is also feeling his feelings, or just mocking himself who is sad just for love affairs.

"Hurry home, tonight we have a meeting" Aliya said at the other end.

"Yes ma, in a minute. It's ready to go" Ahmed immediately grabbed his briefcase, then walked over to the exit.

Ahmed didn't know what his mother meant by forcing himself to participate, he knew. A marriage arranged by their two families. Ahmed knows the flash that he wants to be paired with the youngest girl as well as the only daughter and favorite of the Lyansi family.

Ahmed sighed, should he accept this matchmaking? Should he vent his disappointment to the innocent girl? Clearly, there was no feeling between them at all. Ahmed knew very well the beautiful girl, Ahmed knew her since she was a child. Ahmed thinks the girl is like his own sister, that's the fact.

What could he possibly have had to hurt the feelings of a woman whose affection was on par with Aiyla and her mother. Should he learn to love this girl?

Without feeling he had reached the door of his car, talking to himself was sometimes tiring. The debate between logic and conscience, mind and ego is very head draining. Ahmed immediately turned on the engine of his car, it was already near night, the city lights began to turn on. Ahmed's car went slowly, only to spend some time thinking about the matchmaking.

Unable to break between the debate of conscience and ego, Ahmed turned on the radio to accompany his journey. I hear some pretty good music in my ears. But the lyrics simply slapped Ahmed in the heart, as well as giving himself an answer of every doubt.

Pujangga.

Love is a delayed wound.

Although it was always beautiful at first.

If not his soul mate.

Get ready to get hurt.

The lyrics were enough to make Ahmed aware of himself and the ex-lover who was just hours apart he decided, due to an affair.

Better to wake up in love.

Than to fall in love.

Falling is sick.

Wake up is spirit.

Better to wake up in love.

Than to fall in love.

Although not easy.

Yet love.

So have a purpose.

The lyrics seemed to give an answer to his doubts about the arranged marriage that their family arranged. But he was also confused whether the woman he considered his own sister knew their matchmaking. The problem of soul mate also confuses him. If love alone can be separated what about if the same does not love?

Pujangga.

Waking up love is not easy.

Not as fast as a heart in love.

But if his soul mate.

We must be happy.

The next lyrics seemed to give a belief for him about the matchmaking. Ahmed sighed many times, until without feeling he reached home, the rain seemed a little droopy, as if describing his heart.

"Could you just grab my ex and my best friend?" Ahmed muttered before he got out of his car.

"Langit can you assure me that Iqis is not my soul mate?" again Ahmed muttered, but suddenly there was a lightning strike in the sky. "Aaaaa.. Yes yes, a mate, forgive them," Ahmed ran into the house in a daze.

Aliya and Chandra were confused to see the behavior of their firstborn, what a strange behavior today. "Tu kil, it must be married to the child, long time strange behavior. Just as the lightning was scared, like a spinster," whispered Chandra shaking to see her firstborn.

"She was weird, I saw her talking to the sky, fast in a match. Want to marry her like she is," Aliya said glancing at Ahmed who had gone upstairs.

"Tau.. here cil, it must marry her, if necessary first a new reception, fearing her wedding keblet," Chandra raises Aliya into his lap. "Let him be like we're durable."

"Yes her sister has sold out" said Aliya writhing spoiled around her husband's neck.

"Ma. pa. don't be so friendly." cried Ahmed from the second floor.

The shameless pair of elders only looked at his son cynically. "Dad? Say boss.." cheer the two towards his son who is currently on the second floor fence.

"Well..." Ahmed shouted in annoyance. Already confused in the duo of lovers and friends, now must see the intimacy of an old couple who do not know the age. "By your notice if you're married, I'll show you our affection in front of you."

"The one who married..." Aliya even more mocking the child, Chandra smiled cynically at her son, a real bully of their affection. Chandra peed his wife's cheek and then her neck.

"Father mama..."

"Yes the proof was sent this morning, he must be upset now," said Aliya who was himself who sent evidence of the affair of his son's lover. "From the beginning I didn't agree."

"Hm..." Chandra Just cleared his throat, hugging Aliya's waist tightly, putting his head around his wife's neck.

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Seven o'clock past thirty minutes, Aliya and Chandra were preparing to leave, but somehow Ahmed had not yet come down from the second floor.

"How come your son doesn't come down anyway?" Aliya scratched her head that was not itching.

"Your son is also a cil. maybe again a red face," said Chandra origin, installing his tie. "Pasangin why cil?"

"Here... anyways the impact he had on the red face of magrib?"

"For the first time" said Chandra chuckled.

After they prepared to be ready, they immediately came out of his room, but Ahmed still did not see the trunk of his nose.

"This child is toa cil, call the virgin girl," Chandra said giving a toa to Aliya.

"Ting tong ting tong..." Aliya imitates the sound of the bell as the train bell announces departure. "To a child who approaches in the direction of disobedience, for letting his parents wait a long time. The boy, named Ahmed Kosta, was asked to come down immediately. Because the car will soon leave for the restaurant, before it is finally forcibly picked up from the nest."

Almost everyone laughed when they heard the announcement from Aliya for her son, Ahmed. Shortly after, Ahmed came down in neat clothes, looking like the man had just finished buttoning his shirt.

"What the hell ma, the new man finished ready," protested Ahmed annoyed at the announcement to himself, as if he was a very unfilial child.

"Let's see you're off, your mood suddenly changes" Aliya said casually, Chandra shrugged her shoulders. Unconcerned to see the suffering of the child.

"Why don't you think about kids once? Afraid that he won't get in the deer's burrow?" annoyed Ahmed saw his papa who seemed to careless, and always supported his mother.

"Well you know, the cut likes to miss the deer if a day is not seen. You do not envy, get married there," Chandra was no less relaxed when saying it, which actually made Ahmed sigh more upset at him.

^^^Basic couple me*sum just beware I reply to use a cooler name, use a more steady sigh, let the sound of Iqis reach your ears*sum anyway? Where did Iqis think again. Ahmeds.^^^

"Why are you dumb?" Chandra yelled at Ahmed who was still faithful outside the car. "Bring your car."

"Cih being a driver again, be patient sa.bar," said Ahmed grumbling annoyed.

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Elsewhere, the Lyansi family is preparing to leave. The Iqis that had prepared were now coming down gracefully.

"Ma..." Iqis came down gracefully, making Brayen smile as well as sad, remembering his son's matchmaking tonight.

Juwita who noticed it immediately touched her husband's arm. "She will remain our daughter forever, she will still be our place, this place will still be a free place for her, we will only add children instantly, help keep her."

"Hm, you're right our angel will be happier," said Brayen rubbing Juwita's head gently, Brayen turned his gaze to look at Juwita, uniting their eyebrows. Close your eyes and enjoy every moment of togetherness.

Brayen's great gratitude for each of his trips during this time, made him dare not stretch higher the term of happiness. Because every time someone feels like wanting more, or not satisfied with what he has at this time. Then there will be destruction and sadness will lead him, maybe happy at first, but in the end it will all end in separation, where he will lose everything. Therefore it is better to have the finite, yet abundant with togetherness, than to have everything but infinite solitude.

Brayen really knew it, he had felt everything. He has everything, but he has no one to share it with. And now he has something limited, but there is someone who is always beside him, hearing every story, hearing every complaint, understanding every thing he wants and caring when they are sad.

Bilqis felt very happy when he saw his parents so well together, he also wanted a household like that. Passing every obstacle together, trusting each other and holding promises for each other. It was a household dream for everyone, Bilqis was no exception.

"Ah.. would like to come," whining Bilqis made Juwita and Brayen turned towards Bilqis. Brayen immediately let go of his embrace of his wife, then spread his hand towards Bilqis.

"Two beloved women papi..."

"Ehem... it is ready, my makeup will fade, my foundation will fade," said Tate destroyed the haru moment between them.

The three of them shook their heads, while Atlas who had just come from the top floor had also descended. Atlas smiled in the other direction. He was ready to drive, to be a family driver.

It took them thirty minutes to get to the point where they would gather, it seemed that Chandra's oversized car had been parked pretty there. Brayen smiled, along the way he had thought about everything.

They entered together into the restaurant, into the VVIP room they had boked before. Chandra smiled when she saw her prospective besan had entered.

"What do you want?" Chandra smiled at them.

"I just want a medium well steak" Brayen said, making them nod. "We are also Om" replied the other compact.

"After they finished dinner, now they arrive at the core event, which is talking about the matchmaking of their two children. "Alright we really want you to be in a match, so we hope you start learning to love each other" said Chandra began to open his conversation.

Ahmed seemed to be short of breath, it was too fast for him, he was really very nervous. He was proposing to a girl. "If Ahmed agrees, what about Iqis?" Bilqis hadn't noticed it since.

"Iqis how?" Brayen nudged the hand of his daughter who had been playing her phone since.

"Yes pih? Sorry about Iqis again discussion with the lecturer, talk about the final task, tomorrow has been submission," said Bilqis felt bad.

"It's okay Bilqis" Aliya said. Aliya really understands Bilqis' situation as well as her past. "So how does Bilqis agree?"

"Yes I agree."

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Happy new year guys.Have a great day, thank you for being a loyal reader of my novel. Love you deh pokonya.