A Ghost To Mak

I'm Jealous

Paul pressed his left chest, the conversation with Laila through the phone made a great pounding on his chest. The period of less than a month, felt very long for Paul, made the man impatient, to immediately make the girl halal for him.

"Why, Bang? Smile themselves?" Ridwan patted Paul's shoulder gently, the man gasped slightly, got up and walked out of the store.

"I bought you coffee, Wan!" exclaim Paul. Without waiting for an answer from Ridwan, the man walked to the soto shop owned by Naurak's parents, where he also sold hot coffee, as well as cold drinks.

"Mom's milk coffee!" paul exclaimed at a slightly fat woman who was sitting busy watching television.

"Eh, Paul Son. Eat some soto." Lady Siti offered to eat, the glasses guy shook his head.

"Coffee, two." Paul's friendly smile, making his face look more beautiful.

Ms. Siti handed over the coffee brewed in a single-use plastic cup, the man passed after paying for his order.

"Thank you, Mom." Paul passes out of the soto stall, back to the tavern. The man with the big nose handed a cup of coffee to Ridwan who was busy checking things, while Paul sat in a plastic chair in front of the store, where buyers were waiting or just waiting in line.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Bang." A girl wearing a light green robe stood in front of Paul who was enjoying a cigarette. Paul looked up at the owner of the voice.

"Fitr?" said slowly. His face was a little surprised, not usually the girl came to the tavern.

Without asking for permission, the girl sat down to Paul.

"What's wrong?" ask Paul.

"Anybody really getting married?" asked Fitri, the girl's face looked sad.

Paul let out a heavy sigh, "since you're alluding to me getting married, it wouldn't be nice if I sat alone with another woman." Paul held up his coffee cup, stood up and was about to leave Fitri.

"So, really want to get married?"

Paul's steps stopped. Fitri got up from her seat.

"If it's true, then why?" Paul turned his body and looked at the girl.

"I like it the same, Brother!"

"I'm sorry, but I don't like you. Hope you understand" said Paul firmly.

"What is more that woman. I'm even prettier than her." Fitri railed against Paul with his words.

"Because Laila has a much better heart than you. He was even able to keep his heart from loving the world." Heartless, Paul leaves Fitri who starts sobbing.

Not without consideration Paul prefers Laila from Fitri. Fitri does have an extraordinary beauty, but her love for the world is too much she shows off. While Laila, a girl with simplicity and softness, is able to steal love and also the attention of a Paul, a cold-hearted man, who is adored by all the girls in his village.

Ridwan was surprised when he saw Paul enter the store with a slightly worried look. The fat man glanced towards the front of the tavern, he saw the figure of Fitri who slowly left the place occupied by Paul. The man understood very well how the boss was doing, he let Paul with all the confusion without asking.

Paul leaned his back against the wooden chair inside the shop, his eyes staring blankly at the shoe boxes before him. He gasped as the phone in his shirt pocket shook. A call came in from Wak, Mak Nur's sister whose house is neighboring Laila.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Paul.

'Waalaikumsalam, sorry to interrupt. This is bad news. Brother don't be surprised, yeah.'

"What's up, Wak?" ask Paul impatiently.

''The gift that you asked Wak to deliver to Laila, was reversed again.''

"I mean Wak, Laila refused the gift of her brother?"

''Yes ....''

One time ... twice .. three times .. Paul's efforts were futile. Laila refuses a call from Paul. Unable to bear this situation, Paul passed by leaving the store after saying goodbye to Ridwan, and advised him to close the shop if it was time to close because he would not return to the store even though his business was finished.

The distance from the store to Laila's house is not so far, it only takes about thirty minutes using a two-wheeled vehicle. Paul actually felt a little hesitant to come to visit, but his heart was afraid that if this situation was allowed to drag on he would lose Laila, his girlfriend.

Laila's house looks quiet, the girl's motorbike is parked in the corner of the terrace, the owner's sign is in the house. Wak said if Laila is a home girl, her daily life is only spent teaching also at home. Paul knocked on the white-painted door.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

There was a voice from inside answering his greeting. The door opened, Laila appeared from inside.

"What's up, Bang?" laila asked, her face bowed, not daring to look at the man who would soon be her husband.

"So you should ask, why did Laila give me back her brother's gift?"

Laila was silent, her hands clasping tightly to the door handle. The girl did not let Paul in or just sit on the porch seat.

"Answer, Laila!" exclaim Paul. The man couldn't stand his silence.

"Didn't send it wrong, did you? Is that really Laila's gift? Not for the woman you're talking to in the store?" Laila bit her lower lip, a sentence that popped out showed that she was angry. More precisely .. jealousy.

The thin man stared fixedly, aware that his future wife was being jealous. His heart said he saw Fitri talking in the store.

"Laila, jealous?" ask Paul, full of probes. Laila's face was getting lower. He could not lift his face that was blushing. Since Paul came, he did not look at his face at all. The bespectacled man walked backwards, then leaned his back on the wooden patio chair. Tired if you have to chat for a long time in a standing position, coupled with an increasingly dusty heartbeat. Just wanted to faint.

"I'll make you a drink." Without waiting for Paul's approval, Laila walks into the house, while Paul smiles happily, successfully teasing his beloved girl.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Wak's. Brother's at Laila's house. Wak where?" ask Paul when the phone call is connected.

"Yes already. Brother wait here. Please, Wak. The gift was also brought. Thanks." Paul turned off the phone.

"Drink first, Bang." Laila had a glass of warm sweet tea, the girl was sitting across from Paul. An awkward atmosphere enveloped the two, Laila felt guilty for taking a unilateral decision on what she saw earlier, until returning Paul's gift.

"Sorry, yeah, Bang." Laila played the tip of her hijab, her face still lowered.

"Sorry, what's it doing?" Paul grabbed a cup of tea Laila made. Drink it a little bit because the drink is still a little hot and put it back.

"Yes, sorry. The gift my brother gave me back, Wak."

"Come, Laila. His jealousy makes my brother anxious." Paul closed his mouth, aware that his words that had just been thrown were completely inappropriate.

"Astagfirullahal'adzim, sorry." The man with the nose rubbed his face.

The two fell silent again, no one dared to speak until Wak came to bring a gift of some very beautiful woven cloth for Laila. After handing back to Laila, Wak resigned because there was another activity.

"Abang is also saying goodbye, Laila. It's not good here long." Paul stood up and walked towards his motorbike parked in the courtyard of the house. Laila nodded, and invited the man home.

"If there's anything, say. If there's a need, call brother." Paul put on a helmet and rode his bike. Laila was silent, not answering.

"Be careful, Bang!" exclaim Laila.

"Don't be jealous anymore, yeah. You can't stand a jealous girl."

Laila smiled, and it made Paul's heart explode with happiness. If marriage is as easy as brewing coffee, it would be like he did it right then and there.can't wait to have to face the ta'aruf period that feels so long.

"Once again Laila was rich, until she did not pick up her brother's phone. Brother did not hesitate to kidnap Laila to pelaminan. Be valid immediately ... Assalamu'alaikum!" exclaim Paul. The man turned on his motorbike, and left Laila standing in his yard.

Laila touched her hot face, then twisted her body, tidying up Paul's used glass, as well as three boxes of woven cloth given by the man who managed to make him feel jealous for the first time.