A Ghost To Mak

Adam

“Zila ..!” scream Adam. The man's forehead was full of sweat. The dream came again. He has to part with the girl of his past.

“Why, Dam?” Ridwan went straight into the room where Adam slept. The fat man stared fixedly at the face of Adam who was still a little shocked.

“Nothing, Bang!”

“Who do you dream of? Zila who?” ask Ridwan. The fat man sat on the side of the bed, Adam sat down and propped his back up with a pillow.

“Zila .. princess mere wayang Abi. Who raised me as his son.”

Adam grabbed a black object lying on a small table near the bed, then opened it. Take a photo from there. His blue eyeballs were staring haru at the girl holding the doll.

"Whose picture, Dam?" Ridwan stared fixedly at the photo in Adam's hand. Photos of his childhood. Next to her sat a beautiful girl wearing a hijab smiling sweetly. The girl was about five years old, two years younger than Adam.

"She, Zila. The princess of wayang Abi. The Zila family with open arms adopted me. Also giving the same affection as their real children." Adam's eyeballs seemed to be glazed as he recalled the beautiful moment together.

"They're good people?"

"Very good, Bang. Abi even put me in the same boarding house with his daughter. He hoped that later I could understand religion and be a good Brotherhood as well."

"So that Princess Abi's name, Zila?"

"That's my favorite nickname, Bang. About her full name, I don't know."

"Could you not know? If you know your brother can help find them and you can return his kindness to you all this time." Adam's face was down. His heart regretted his passing last time. Too hasty to decide to go looking for a job and his biological family.

“Abang apologizes, Dam. You should have taken good care of you. You may not have any trouble.”

“Then we didn't split up. I probably won't know Zila.”

“Iya ..from now on, brother promises to take care of you. As promised to your parents.”

“For brother, you are not a cousin. But I think of him as my own brother. The foolishness of the past is only because of the treasures that blind the eyes of the heart, making you experience a sad event. Brother is really sorry.”

Ridwan's face was down. Her tears fell down her cheeks.

“I've forgotten the events of the past, Bang. I am grateful to still be able to meet Brother now in good health.”

“On the legacy of your parents who were taken over by brother brother, will brother replace.”

“Udahlah, Bang. Don't talk about it. For me family is a real treasure.”

"Lantas, do you know where they are?" Ridwan wiped his tears. Looking up at the dreamy Adam.

Adam took a deep breath. Head bowed. It was as if there was regret there.

“Last when I came back from overseas, Zila and Abi have moved. Because Abi's being transferred off-city. Until this moment, I do not know their existence.”

“May you and your childhood girl meet again soon.”

“Aamiin, Bang.”

Ridwan came out of Adam's room. Letting the man alone. Adam is still looking at his childhood portrait with Zila. The last time they met was when Adam graduated from pesantren with cumlaude predicate. Zila looks graceful wearing a robe while attending her graduation with Abi. Unfortunately, at that time Adam did not have the courage to express his deepening feelings for the daughter of an Abi Anwar. For her, Abi is the best parent, which gives her a bright future. Is it still appropriate he has a feeling of liking what else put the heart.

Adam put the photo back in his wallet, then put it back in his bed. Trying to close his eyes because the new clock shows ten o'clock at night.

“Zila ... Mas miss!” lirih Adam, who slowly closed his eyes. In a dream, he meets Zila who is now an adult.

“Mas Adam, Zila is here!”

Adam stared fixedly at the girl sitting on the grass. The girl looked graceful wearing a robe, as well as a hijab covering her head. But unfortunately, Adam could not see clearly Zila's face as if covered in light. No less surprised, he saw Zila was in intimate company with a man who seemed to have met.

**

“Bang ...” Call Laila to Paul who sits daydreaming in bed. The bespectacled man turned his head, his left hand outstretched hinting for the woman to come closer.

“What's unfortunately brother?” Paul grabs his wife's arm, and she lays her head in Laila's lap.

“Why?” paul asked, his hand gently rubbed Laila's stomach which looked slightly distended.

“Laila .. just a thought.”

“What thoughts? Laila has a close friend whose name is Adam?” ask Paul in a full-fledged tone. The bespectacled man got up and sat facing Laila.

“Ish ... not that!”

“Then what?”

“Nothing. Not so.” Laila wakes up about to get out of bed, but her arm is blocked Paul.

“Jelasins. Don't make your brother curious.”

“Abang can not, nanyanya ordinary. Rich doesn't like that. Lagian Laila does not know Adam, his brother Ridwan.”

“Iya, yes. Sorry.” Paul realized that his tone sounded like someone was investigating. Paul let go of his hand, Laila again sat sweetly in front of Paul.

“The name of his brother Ridwan is the same rich name of the child that Abi had adopted first. But the moment he graduated from the pesantren, Mas Adam went to wander.”

“So Laila used to grow up together with men who were not siblings?”

“Humm ...”

“Yes Allah!” Paul patted his own forehead.

“Why?”

“Abang can not imagine if Laila used to be close to other men, besides brother.”

“Lagian Mas Adam and Laila live in different pesantren, Bang. Don't be jealous. Ugly!”

“Mas Adam? Mas ..?” paul asked in a loud voice.

“Abang date! Ugly jealousy. Why anyway. Rich is not Laila's husband!”

Paul's face was down. He realized that he was jealous. There was a pain in her chest as Laila called out the name of another man with such a sweet call.

“Sorry brother, Darling.” Paul put his head back on his wife's lap. Laila gently rubbed Paul's slightly shaggy hair. So busy, he himself forgot to take care of himself.

“Abang ...”

“Iya, Darling.” Paul looked into Laila's face.

“Do not get jealous!”

“God's Insya. Brother try.”

“Laila already belongs to brother. Don't think too much.”

“Iya ..”

“Laila love Brother!”

“Abang is also dear to Laila. Whatever happens, don't leave brother, dear.” Paul got up and hugged Laila tightly. The bespectacled man then invited him to sleep because the night was getting late.

**

“Abang to go to work first, yes.” Paul kissed Laila on the forehead. The woman grabs Paul's hand and kisses the back of his hand ta’zim.

“Abang carefully. Don't be too tired.”

“Iya ... Assalamu’alaikum.” Paul's motorbike passed leaving the yard of the house, splitting the already congested road.