WHY LOVE
Love Finds the Way
Saturday morning
Black Alphard car arrives in front of a minimalist two-story house type 60 belonging to the Candra family. Nico and Suci get off the car driven by Hendro's father's family driver. They entered the house whose door was opened with greetings.
"Bang, we're just one car. The bride-to-be can't drive herself." Nico teases Candra who is ready with a casual suit, black jeans and a white T-shirt. The long-sleeved batik he would wear was hung in a hanger. It will be used when it is near the destination.
"You can aja-" Candra pulled Nico's arm. The two looked familiar and were teasing each other. Umi who saw the behavior of the two only revealed a smile. As a parent, he felt happy, his son and daughter-in-law were harmonious and harmonious.
Saints and Rahma prepared the delivery to be carried as a hand. Om Badru has returned to Aceh first because it will start the construction of a mosque renovation funded by Nico.
Two days ago his brother asked when he was leaving for honeymoon. When told to leave Sunday, Candra asked Suci to accompany her this Saturday to worship Salma. Holy thanksgiving, his hope to have a sister-in-law Salma will be realized.
"Are you all ready?" Nico approached the living room where there was Suci and Rahma talking. More precisely, Suci became a listener of Rahma who confided about Malik.
"Udah, Mom. Want to go now?" Suci looked up at Nico who stood looking at the contents of the shipment wrapped in clear mica plastic to be taken to Salma's house.
"Yes. Day-hunting"
Nico helped bring 6 shipments into the trunk of the car.
The journey to Malangbong Garut will begin.
With a prayer, the driver began to drive a luxury car carrying five passengers.
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The Flashback
Thursday afternoon
This is the last day Candra was in Rancaekek. It closely monitors the mobility of factories that recruit thousands of garment employees. Serving as the director's representative, his loyalty is beyond doubt. He did not get hit with the bribe of the pile of money from the factory management who asked to give the report of A value to the central director.
Candra is Candra. Men who are serious about conducting investigations and will report on the circumstances on the ground. The figure of an efficient talk and focus of work was feared and respected by the head of the factory and the staff.
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Candra's car arrives in front of Salma's parents' house. With great confidence and goodwill, he came to visit in the afternoon after Ashar. He was done with his work that was done faster.
In the living room, witnessed by Salma's parents and her brother, Candra expressed her intentions. The host listened carefully to the words of Candra who wanted to propose to Salma. Also told how Salma actually liked it first, it was he who was late to realize his feelings.
Mr. Dedi mangosteen. He pulled a red thread remembering Salma who always refused men who wanted to ask for her. Apparently, this man was waiting for her. Mr. Dedi.
"Sir, Mother, please don't tell Salma that I came here. I want to give him a surprise. And maybe you should pick him up to Jakarta because Salma won't be coming home."
"Okay, son, we as Salma's parents welcome the goodwill of Candra. God willing, tomorrow you will pick him up to Jakarta."
So Candra, he ended his visit by promising to come bring the family Saturday afternoon.
Friday will be used to rest, relax the body and mind that mumet after marathon work.
Flashback Off
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The car enters the area of the Scales. Saints who sit in the back seat, leaning on the shoulder of the husband who sits while occasionally checking his phone when the notification reads. Malik gave his business report in Bandung via chat and financial statements via email to Nico.
Candra, who was sitting in front with the driver, ordered to stop in front. He saw there was a magnificent mosque with a large parking lot. It is time to pray duhur. The car turned into the parking lot and stopped with the parking attendant's direction.
All the passengers got off while stretching their bodies. Sitting for hours makes the legs and back feel sore.
The modern architectural style mosque with white paint stands firmly against the background of rice fields and the dense wood forest trees. The location of the mosque is strategically located on the provincial line that connects Bandung-Tasikmalaya.
After praying, they sit back and relax on the porch of the mosque made of granite while resting and enjoying boiled beans sold by traders.
"Sir, the boiled beans wrap all. Please share it with everyone. I paid for everything." Candra pulled out some red sheets, clenched them onto the wrinkled hand.
The old father of the peanut seller thanked him many times and cried and prayed for good for the almsgiver. The money he received was very much for an incapable person like himself. Very more than the price of boiled beans sold.
Nico invited Suci to take a selfie with the background of the mosque and the shade of the blue sky. Rahma is in charge of becoming an impromptu photographer.
"This is the endowment mosque of Mr. Ricky, waqf on behalf of his parents who have died. Mr. Ricky lives in Bandung."
Nico Manggut-manggut heard the explanation of the parking attendant. He became driven to Fastabiqul Khairat (competing in kindness).
After lunch at a Sundanese restaurant, the car drove back to the main destination. In less than an hour's time it will be at Salma's parents' house.
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Salma House
Susan, Salma's sister, goes into the room of her unlocked sister. He shook his head looking at Salma who was still curled up under the covers. No passion and passion, Salma's face looked tangled with a little damp leftover crying overnight. Crying lamenting the fate of his love.
"Sal, shower and pray! Guests will come." Susan's mother, the twins Galang and Gilang, pulled the blanket worn by Salma until it sagged down.
"Steh, I'm gonna run away!" Salma sat with disheveled hair.
"Oh, you want me to have a heart attack to keep dying, rowdy?" Susan was upset with her sister who could not be advised. Since last night she has been entertaining, that her future husband will be good and handsome. But Salma was still, her heart was still attached to the prince of her tribe.
"Ih teteh mah, even doain the Father died." Salma pursed her lips. His head felt dizzy thinking about what kind of man would propose to him. He also thought about resigning immediately to be able to forget Candra, the fool he loved.
With a dragged step, he headed for the bathroom that was in his room. By bathing and praying, hope that his heart and mind can be strong to face the destiny that will welcome him.
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An hour passed, Salma who remained in her room heard the boisterous sounds of many people outside her room. His father's voice sounded loud and cheerful welcoming guests.
Salma massaged her pulsating temples. Suppose the window of the room had no trellis, he wanted to jump out of the window, run away.
The door was pushed from the outside.
Salma.
He looked out the window with his hands tightly holding the trellis as if the prisoner wanted to be free.
His sister approached, touching his sister's shoulder with a big smile.
"Sal, all families are happy, Mr. RT and Ms. RT also attended the joy of welcoming heavenly guests. It's his bride's a sullen night, tingali na glass, fried worth." (look in the mirror, ugly at all)
"That same as all others, dance upon the sufferings of others." Salma spoke without turning her face. Keep looking out the window. Staring blankly at the green rice fields.
"Not to digress. Soon you will regret all your bad thoughts and words."
Susan helped her sister apply makeup with thin makeup so that it looks fresh, hiding a pale face and swollen sister. The green-coloured gameplay adds freshness to its appearance even though its heart actually feels withered.
Reluctantly, Salma walked out of the room following the older brother who was leading her. His heart started to beat. He lowered his head deeply, not daring to raise his face when he reached the front of the living room.
Salma's body is goosebumps.
She faintly smelled a familiar perfume. His hand clasped his brother's hand because he felt hallucinated.
"Salma, come sit down! Don't stand still." He told the boy to sit in the middle. Flanked by Father and Mother.
Without lifting his face, Salma obeyed the Father.
"What I want to say is pout. Not a y-"
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