Your Uncle Is My Soul
Chapters. 11. Desperate Asa

Gontai's footsteps continued to walk up to the floor of his house.

He then turned the door knob of his room, he opened the door as if there was no energy even though only turning the door handle only. He dropped his body on his bed.

Her tears were unstoppable since she tried to hold him. Meylani lay on her bed, her heart breaking into pieces until she seemed unable to breathe anymore so tight her chest.

"Why? Mas Bhishma why did you not come to pick me up, I did not want to marry another man, you are all I want, hiks.. Mas Bhishma could well see me married to another man, what is this that bisma wants, O Allah. What should I do I do not love bang Zaidan," lamented Meylani.

Miss Santi accidentally saw the fall of her first child," Mey forgive mom and dad, all this we do for your good too son, son, if only that man seriously loved you and really wanted to make you as his life companion wife why have to wait a long time and choose to Kuala Lumpur Malaysia leave you alone, he said, we believe Zai is a man who will do anything as long as you are happy" said Santi.

Miss Santi closed the door to Mey's room very slowly so that her presence was not known by Mey.

"Bisma please forgive me if I get married tomorrow, it's all because you left me alone by not telling me these past few days, you did not call me to tell you that far away, nor could I have constantly opposed my father's wishes, nor did I want to be an ungodly child, hykss mas bisma I hate you, neither did I, hates you so much!!" Meylani was carried on her pillow.

Melani covers her head with her pillow so that her voice is not heard by others. At dawn, Meylani's eyes were closed.

One night before his wedding, Bu Santi came to his son's room. Meylani was sitting on the balcony of her room while enjoying the beautiful light and light of the Goddess of the moon that night. Tears sometimes dripped down his cheeks, if he had to recall some important moments togetherness that he had passed along with Bisma Aksa Abhimanyu.

Meylani bends both knees, the cold wind blows strong was not able to block Mey's activities that night. The tip of the hijab swayed exposed to the night wind to make the feathers stand so cold wind that night.

"Moon, wind, star please convey my longing only to one Mas Bhishma, tell him until whenever I will love and love him until the end of my time, he is the only man I will love all my time in this world, will not be replaced with any man, my love will not fade and be worn out by time." Meylani as if to reach the stars.

Ms Santi has not intended to interfere with Meylani's activities. He just sits on the couch waiting for his son to calm down. Since childhood Meylani and her two younger siblings get an outpouring of love from both parents. No one is distinguished, even if they are not from the family.

"Assalamualaikum, Mey have you slept son?" Ask Ms. Santi who seemed to have just entered the purple-painted room.

Meylani who heard her mother's voice immediately wiped away her tears, examined her troubled face because of the remaining traces of her tears, she also fixed her messy hijab through her screen. Mey took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly, before answering the words of the most meritorious woman in her life.

"Yes Ma, what's wrong?" he asked Mey back who had walked towards the room where her mother stood smiling with tenderness welcoming her arrival.

Two days later, it became more and more apparent. People go back and forth in and out with their respective jobs and activities. Several series of events and processions of customs and wedding traditions have been taking place.

Meylani since her return from Popsa cafe met with Zaidan, she was mostly silent. When talking the most talk as is. Sometimes it was just a smile given by Meylani to cover up the disappointment, sadness and heartache.

Meylani has been sitting on her wedding bed that has been decorated with various ornaments and wedding trinkets typical of the Bugis Makassar tribe combined with classic modern style.

"What's wrong?" Ask Meylani.

"Mom can I have a minute to talk to you?" The request of Santi Bu.

"Could be ma," said Meylani who was standing in front of her mother.

Miss Santi reached out her hand to Mey, "we should sit on the sofa, while enjoying the fritters made by the appointment, there is a street coke, bakwan, and we should sit on the sofa, know the contents of the word specifically for prospective manten to be more radiant face after eating fried food made," he chanted Bu Santi while offering a plate full of fried foods and also a small bowl of sauce in particular.

Meylani tried to calm down and not show the hardness and uneasiness of her heart.

Mey tries to smile, "it's delicious as always can spoil my tongue, tell Aunt Mira thanks a lot for the fritters," he added Meylani whose sadness immediately faded after eating one by one the food in front of him.

Even Meylani sat down cross-legged eating her food on a fur carpet right in front of her couch. He was so happy and happy to get food that is often considered in recent months while in Jakarta. Many food vendors like this in Jakarta, but the taste is not the same.

"Mama ask you to make peace with the situation of the child, you need to know the soul mate, death, sustenance all of it has been arranged by Allah SWT, as long as you are in a relationship with the man named Bisma, who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is the one who is called Bisma, if you do not have a soul mate, the story will be like this, but if you are a match, then as difficult as anything and to any extent you are separated, there will be many ways to unite you both in marriage, did you forget to look at the salt with acid they are different environments but at the ends they meet in the kitchen as well when we cook food," Miss Santi stroked the top of her child's hijab.

Meylani simply continued her meal without chiming in or refuting her words. It was as if the food that was still steaming the smoke was able to make his heart a little calm, but tomorrow he was married to Zaidan.

I will give my body and soul to brother Zaidan, but my heart always longs for the bisma...

"If this is best for me, then never once have I changed my heart that has always loved Myself forever, keep it this way because You are the Refusal of the heart of every servant,"