Just a little break
Love ? (Part 1)

Safa and Marwa. They were both in cute children's clothes, filled with colorful pictures of flowers. I was in the dining room with my grandfather. Grandpa Ismail, his name. Safa and Marwa, each holding a glass of fresh milk. Take it straight from his grandfather's goat farm.

They love goat milk from their grandfather's farm. It still feels fresh and delicious. Both of them deserve to be healthy and plump children. Look at their adorable round cheeks. It was like wanting to kiss and pinch him.

They drank that milk. They look really adorable. Ismail's grandfather was observing them from a distance. While smiling, store the other milk in a special storage container.

Too bad, before the milk was finished they drank. Orange, their cat came crashing suddenly. I don't know where it came from, the reason is. He's after a rat in the back of the closet.

The two little girls were shocked. Until the milk glass in their hands spilled onto the floor. Their eyes glazed over. Hugging and walking slowly together. Approaching his grandfather's feet, to seek comfort from the shock.

His grandfather squatted welcoming the bodies of the two little girls. Smiling, removing the droplets of tears that started flowing down their cheeks. Stare at them affectionately, then hold their shoulders gently.

“Nothing, later Grandpa gave a new one for you both,” he said.

But they both still sniffled. His grandfather sighed deeply, slowly sitting on the dining room floor. He cleaned the remains of milk on the tiny lips of his two little angels.

Then put the two of them in his lap. Delivering a very beautiful story. Their favorite stories. The story of the childhood of the Apostle, his lord and their role model.

In this pretty big farm. Safa and Marwa live with their grandfather. There's nobody here anymore. It used to be crowded with a lot of people and relatives.

But one by one, the inhabitants left with bitter memories, and were not worth telling again. Moreover, it is told to Safa and Marwa who are growing, with all her curiosity and innocence.

The mansion and the goat farm that used to be filled with this merrily laughter. Now it had become gloomy, as if full of curses. But Safa and Marwa didn't care much about that.

Because they have Grandpa Ismail who is always good at telling them. His grandfather always told stories of struggle and the beautiful stories of the prophets and apostles. Because he is sure.

Both of his grandchildren are strong children filled with struggle, who someday deserve the sweetness of life. The two girls were very interested if her grandfather told her. Their faces focused with occasional flickering of both of his round eyeballs.

In the middle of the story, Safa asked her grandfather. What can make the Prophet Muhammad S.A.W strong undergo trials and insults from his people? Safa wanted to know, because she also wanted to be strong like him.

“You want to know what it is?" ask grandpa.

They both nodded at the same time. How adorable.

“It was love,” said his grandfather.

Ismail's grandfather spoke slowly and emotionally to the word. It was like having high hopes for those words. Grandfather likens love to the wings of a bird that will take us flying anywhere.

It allows us to look at the whole world with joy. Grandfather also likened love to a very powerful weapon, one that can make the weak strong, and the strong helpless.

Marwa the youngest only understands love simply, she also seems to be silent. Safa thinks that love is something else. Imagine having wings and guns. That must be fun.

“Grandfather, then. Safa wants love,” he said.

Then, in the following days. Safa always asked about love. To the extent that his grandfather bigung had to answer what. Safa and Marwa love music. They both love to sing.

Marwa has a very sweet voice. While Safa, in addition to having a melodious voice, she is also good at dancing. Seeing Safa dancing, Marwa was eager to follow her. ”Grandpa can I dance like Safa?” tanyakanya.

His grandfather was touched to hear the celebration from his grandson. He then moved from his seat. He held his granddaughter in front while circling dancing like Safa.

“Grandfather, is this what is called love?” ask Marwa.

His grandfather nodded as he replied softly, “Iyaa, Nak.”

Safa was silent for a moment to hear the words of Marwa and grandfather. Is it as true as love? love is simple, only human beings are complicated. “Sometimes later, you will understand, and if you are lucky. You will find true love,” said grandfather.

“What does true love look like grandpa? and where did it come from?” ask Safa.

“True love will come, if you look at each other and meet for the first time. Time seemed to stop. The whole universe is in amazement to say hello, and the most you can feel is. At that time your heart will beat fast.”

“Only heart beats fast? does love not need eyes to see?” ask Safa.

“Of course not, dear,” said grandfather.

Ismail's grandfather kissed the two grandchildren lovingly. Safa and Marwa are used to this kind of behavior. Usually, if there is an answer added with a kiss on the crown of the head. It must have been accompanied by a cry from his grandfather.

Eighteen years later. In a show hall. A surging black long-haired girl sang and danced melodiously and gracefully on the grand grand grand stage.

A tight and luxurious white dress wrapped tightly around her beautiful body. His feet move with a regular rhythm. His body position is perfect. The song is performed according to the color of his vocals. When the song and music are finished.

The audience was powerless to stand up and give a standing ovation. Gracefully the girl bowed and replied to him. Then picked up and guided politely and slowly by the event organizer to return to his seat.

The next show is a magic show. The girl waited and enjoyed the show with great pleasure. No more spilled milk now, no more cramped living rooms for singing and dancing.

Safa had already turned into a dazzling girl. He was twenty-one years old. She's grown up and a very beautiful girl. She has become a famous singer and dancer.

From one city to another. From one party to another. From one invitation to another. Safa was already an educated and respectable girl. And so did Marwa, she's been a great lawyer.

His grandfather's hopes and desires for the two have so far been realized. Safa and Marwa have tasted the sweetness of life, which was never felt by both parents. It was never felt by other family members, even by his own grandfather.