short story

Passing vehicles crossing highway growing increasingly cracking, brittle. Old highway that has been ignored again by the government to be repaired. It was said that this highway has a history of bad and terrible. Many tragedies accident and ended a horrible death, and therefore not many audiences who choose to pass that way. But this does not apply to the audience of caffeinated beverages. It turns out that not a few of them choose to cross the highway for the sake of a glass or even seseruput black liquor containing the coffee powder. Whether pleasure what makes them willing to queue to get all of it. Especially when putung-butts skirt * k scattered in every ashtray contained in that room table and a variety of bad smell which often make uncomfortable and that makes a big question mark to me about what pleasure can be to have to sacrifice on the nose with unhealthy air it .

Cafe fragrance, so people call it. Perhaps of scents that can not be detected it makes the name more and wafted by all people of good intermediate level down to the top across the country, as if there's nothing to smell the fragrance of the cafe. Not only that, rumor which carries the name of the cafe was always heard of any oral audiences. Well, of course that's what makes this cafe name skyrocketed.

The more the longer the gap can not be kuintai of small holes are made of cement next to it. The more immigrants who packed full of classic buildings nan black opaque glass. Sometimes terbesit a tragic memories to me many times hold myself to do it. Well, my desire is only one. Want to destroy it fragrant. No longer fragrant nose damage, brain damage and even liver migrants.

"Maria, quickly entered the house"
My father orders are always heard whenever he find me lurking behind the small holes where air exchange. Delivery always with the emphasis very deep, tucked strands of the story's dark past in each of his breath. And of course I had to follow his orders.
"Fathers do not want if you have to end up like the late sister"
And here's an extra sentence which always weighed on my mind, even making it as a monitor driving patterns of thought.

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"Let's drink Reihan! Just a glass of black coffee course you do not want to try it! "A voice that sounded very Reihan friend dropped. At that time, Reihan just looked empty cup of black coffee without any response.
"What's the difference you with the women," added the voice. This time his voice increasingly pressing, dropping. As demonstrated some spoiled woman who barusaja flashed before him, while still with a view Reihan empty.
"And you're willing to your women, so that with me?" He added. Reihan waking moment of emptiness, looked at the figure of a man in front of him intently. Very highlighted anger burst. Very sharp spotlight like shavings newly sharpened knife again. A few minutes in silence, then promptly spent a cup of black coffee that confronted him. Instantly the whole room's eyes fixed on him. Perhaps for them it is a very brave figure in the spent liquor with a variety of herbs mixed in it-haram they had known before. And for this they are blind love. Just for the sake of a woman he loved-possible-he was willing to swallow thorn death. Or did he already knew what was going to happen as a result of, or even indeed he wanted to commit suicide? Well, various possibilities have tersebutkan, and this may be only a few of each head spectators horrible scene.

Time passed, the sound of frenzied vehicle the police began to sound softly, getting closer and well, the atmosphere of the cafe was instantly silent. Some where the visitors who previously heard chaos suddenly silent even just stay-butts butts skirt * k and empty cups were dirty and a man who left with mouth full of foam. Weak and helpless. Her face strong athletic and did not look as before, completely helpless. some of the items found by police were immediately packed for diseidiki and others brought the man to the hospital.

A few days of treatment but does destiny have to pick him up to go back. And it was due to an overdose of meninnggal mixture ext * the beverage contained in the few minutes before he died he was drinking. Of course, have been investigated by the police who found him in a deplorable state.

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"Reihan Firman"

Written neatly on a tombstone that is being partially hidden by burial mound. Increasingly fragrant frangipani scent for a cool afternoon breeze. Well, not anymore fragrant aroma of coffee and smoke powder skirt * k that wafted but funeral floral fragrance that either there or not benefits to owners of tombstones. Some tears fell from every view people around the cemetery. How unfortunate person who has just placed in a narrow hole and backfilled with soil burial should live alone with no one to accompany in nature there. Several times I rubbed my eyes, clean up a few drops of tears and convince carving tombstones that had been endlessly seen. Well, my brother was dead. He left us to go to his new nature.

Everyday is very impressive make other men envy him because not a few Muslim women who want to be his best man. He was my idol at the time, always diligent congregational prayers in the mosque and the mosque smoothed time before and after the prayers conducted. In fact he had asked some parents to teach the Koran to their children. However, a few months figure I knew was gone. After identifying some wild new friends, he so rarely pray, even for the congregation to pray alone several times I reminded just passed in the ear. Either since then I increasingly do not recognize my brother figure. As the world is being turned me against him.

Gradually, I started to become an adult. I carefully studied the Islamic religion and that was the will of God that has been written in lahw mahfud for my brother. And from here I learned a good start though not always all it's going to end up with goodness, this depends on each individual. How he must keep himself in order to leave this world in a state that Husnul khotimah. And after death surely come, as a cup of black coffee and a friend of my brother's death the worst of which is an introduction to my brother, and of course with a cafe with a fragrant odor was not clear who made me want to burn it. for a moment I also understand, examine the incidence of long-but never I found the truth. Well, it is written in a live scenario if it is the end of this story is like my brother, God forbid. And indeed, I have realized that a cup of black coffee, a friend of my brother and cafes fragrant essential cause of death is not my brother, but only an intermediary that has been scripted in his God. *

Seblak-handsome, 5 December 2013

Short Story Essay: Latifah Ferdiana
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