Asiyah End Times
Lightning in the Sun

Sometimes it is about a taste, we ourselves cannot understand it completely. Although the feeling has been residing in our hearts during the turn of the full moon alternately. Or even doubting a taste often happens, what is this taste really? What flavor? What the hell's going on?

The same happened to Asiyah.

Morning by noon. As usual, Asiyah toured the village in search of fresh air. Eliminate saturation in the villa, as well as collect a collection of images on the camera.

Using a motorbike object, Asiyah's body was again made to shake on it with a breeze. A moment of wandering around, in the end self-destination brought Asiyah all the way to the vegetable garden again today.

"Content Mang," Asiyah paid the fare with her friendly smile, while getting off the motorcycle.

"Okaya Mang, later pick up again here," continued Asiyah.

"Sama-sama Mbak, siaapp, in shaa Allah," replied mamang ojek with his friendliness.

Asiyah put her foot up.

"Mbaakk, this is more money," the ojek mamang shouted to Asiyah when he realized that the money given by Asiyah was too large.

Asiyah looked back, towards mamang ojek, "Not anything Mang, just take the change, I have no small money," cried Asiyah, smiling. Then continue his journey.

"Waahh, thank God, thank you very much Ma'am," shouted the mamang, smiling happily, while putting the money from Asiyah earlier in his jacket pocket.

"Yes are both Mang," cried Asiyah again from a distance as she waved her hand with that sweet smile again.

From a distance Asiyah saw a group of farmer mothers gathered in the hut.

Asiyah had to walk there with a little struggle, careful fear of slipping, because indeed the ground was still partly soft. It was only a few days ago that this garden harvested some of its plants, potato plants, well so the land of the former potato plants here, re-processed to plant new plants.

Sometimes she puts her face forward. From a distance, Asiyah saw there seemed to be gossip this afternoon. With sweat pouring profusely, Asiyah approached the crowd of mothers who were resting on farming. Join them in the log cabin at the end of the chili garden there.

"Assalamu'alaykum, what the hell is Ma'am, so exciting as it is," Asiyah smiled. Approach. Climbing the lodge stairs.

"Wa'alaykumussalam Mbak Asiyah, come here we eat together," replied one of the mothers, holding out a food table containing side dishes in it.

Inside the other bushel there seems to be a fried banana as well.

"Mau deh Bu, fried banana, delicious like it," said Asiyah.

"Yes please-please Mbak," one of them held out a fried banana abstinence on Asiyah.

"It's a banana fritters garden here too, ma'am?" ask Asiyah.

"Yes Ma'am, the bonus from the garden owner here, is given free."

Bananas that are fresh from the garden, were harvested yesterday. Asiyah also saw it when the bananas were carried by the fathers of farmers when passing through his village in the afternoon yesterday.

Asiyah's curiosity for the unique natural scenery also appeared immediately to see them passing in front of her eyes. Just contact Asiyah immediately greeted and crammed with a few small questions when approaching them.

Said the farmer's fathers when passing through his village yesterday, the bananas were given by the owner of the garden, a tired bonus he said. Let it later be fried by their wives who are also farmers here, namely these mothers, and it turns out that now Asiyah has the opportunity to taste the banana harvest she saw yesterday, thank God, sustenance is not going anywhere.

Asiyah did not hesitate to taste the fried bananas served. While sitting leaning on the pole of the cottage. Looking at the very bright sky. Blue, white, the color of the roof of the earth.

Meanwhile, without realizing it, Asiyah was actually caught in the conversation of these farmers' mothers. Become one of the gossip members this afternoon.

"Will Dimas want Ma'am?"

"Not yet to know the Mom, only when asked by the Dimasnya just a smile."

"Yaa his son Mr. Kades is also beautiful, yes, graduates abroad again school."

"But still sakepan Mbak Asiyah are not mothers?" connect one of the mothers, tease Asiyah. Smilingly.

Asiyah, who overheard their conversation, smiled shyly, "Aahh. It could be Mom, I'm an ordinary girl Mom," embracing the mothers who teased her next to her seat.

"But it looks like Dimas wants to deh Bu, because I've seen, time passed in front of the house of the cadets, Dimas and Rose were busy chatting with Mr. Kades, it seems they are very close."

"Yes, thank God that Dimas want yes Mom, because it is very difficult that Dimas, in love with women as beautiful as anything does not want, as well as no want, wonder Me."

"Yes, until I think, what kind of angel of his dreams Dimas."

"Yes can be Ma'am, his name is also Dimas that his son is almost perfect, his religion is good, his morals are good, polite, handsome, his parents' possessions are also many, many, it is only natural that He also chooses whom to make a companion."

"Yes, that's right too."

Asiyah really overheard all these things. Although only a fragment, but has described in its entirety the circumstances of Dimas' personal life.

I don't know listening to the good things about Dimas his heart was so happy. But on the other side of the tub suddenly struck by lightning during the day, Asiyah's heart seemed crushed to hear the news about Dimas and Pak kades' son who was in a serious relationship towards marriage.

It felt that afternoon Asiyah was about to go home to kevilla, very quickly and as soon as possible alone in her room.

The sense of unease in this village suddenly appeared immediately heard the news about the proximity of Dimas and Roses. The millions of Green Village beauties suddenly disappeared in an instant. What happened to his heart? Suddenly sick like stuck in a venomous arrow. Slowly making him feel helpless.

"Mom, continue eating, I want to go back to the villa again" said Asiyah.

"Why is it so soon, Asiyah, it is still very hot this weather, it will burn her skin" replied one of the mothers.

"It's okay Mom, I'm tired of running around, sultry, want to take another bath this afternoon" replied Asiyah.

"Yes, be careful, Ma'am, do not kapok loh join the gathering at this cottage," joked one of them.

"It is Allah ma'am, in shea Allah must have stopped by again, assalamu'alaykum.." Asiyah dropped both her legs on the stairs of the cottage. One level, two levels, three levels, the hut was not very high, Asiyah's feet had already climbed onto the ground in an instant.

The hot sun in the middle of the day does not feel the heat anymore in the skin of Asiyah. Now it was his heart that felt like it was burning with fire.