A Hijab for Me

eps.12 changing appearance???

The night seemed to pass so quickly. I still don't want to leave all the memories here. But it's true said my brother, I can't stay here, I'm just living here. After this I certainly have no place anymore.

At 09:00 am

I rushed to get out of the cabin. I walked towards the parking lot, and once again I stopped to see this place for the last. My heart was very worried, but I had to do it.

I walked very slowly and guided my bike while imagining the good times here. But there was the sound of breathing from a distance.

"Dance..."

Someone called my name. I recognized the voice, so I turned around and sure enough, it was Ahmad. He approached me while running.

"Dance... I honestly don't want you to leave. But I can't force you to stay either because I'm nobody here. But before I go I have something for you.

He took out something like a cloth from the box he was carrying. It was a hijab. He gave the hijab with both hands as if he was paying a tribute.

My heart is very touched. I can't count the tears I shed. My tears fell down the hijab that Ahmad gave me.

"No Ahmad, I can't accept your gift." I returned the hijab to Ahmad.

"Why...? Don't you like the hijab." Ahmad asked me

"Not that... It's just.." I cut my words in the middle for holding back my tears from becoming.

"What is it??" Ahmad confused.

"just... I like you Ahmad!!! I'm a fool, a man like me can only wish for unreasonable things. It felt like I was rebelling against myself. If I accept the gift, then it's the same that I hurt myself. The hijab will continue to shadow me." My crying that I can't hold anymore.

"Goodbye Ahmad, please forget me, and vice versa, I will also forget you. Assalamu'alaikum."

That's the cover of my conversation right now. I took my bike back and left.

Ahmad POVs

"It's not you who's stupid, but I'm Dance, if I'd rather express my feelings to you. But how dare you wet this hijab without receiving it. That way you won't remember me, but I'll remember you." Ahmad said as he shed tears on the same hijab while looking at the hijab.

Utari POVs

13.00 pm

I'm still at home waiting for the man who bought my mom and dad's house. I still don't believe in my life. Suddenly my brother appeared from inside the house.

"Udah do not need to cry, anyways be daunted you will also forget." said brother with a relaxed but annoying tone.

I was silent because there was nothing I could answer. And after a few minutes the person we were waiting for arrived. We finished all the business here and we left.

My brother and I were riding on an economy train. Of course, the body feels very sore because it has to sit for hours or even almost a day.

"Tar eat this, you'll have a sick magh, not to faint here, ogah I noolongin." My brother bought me a fried rice.

At 0200 am

I got off the train and headed for my sister's house. And I finally got to her house. The house is decent, not too small nor too big, and it seems quite comfortable as well.

My sister asked me to go to a room, she said it was now my room. We discussed many things including my college.

"Where do you want to go to college?" ask brother.

"I want to major in language and literature, brother, is there a major like that here?" I asked him back.

"It just so happens, it's not far from here either. But if you pay yourself, be careful if you ask me. Oh yeah tomorrow you have to start work, I have an acquaintance, surely he wants to give you there." he explained to me.

"What kind of work?, I can't do what, can only eat sitting, talking." I replied.

"Lohhh,, it's good, this job fits perfectly with you, you just need to sit down, eat, smile, easy, just relax I will also often go there too."

"Ohh... I mean I'm gonna be the receptionist?" I keep asking because I'm still confused.

"It's more or less" my brother replied briefly

"And now you don't need that thing in your head." He spoke while tilting his lips.

"What do you mean, this hijab?" I hold the hijab in my head.

"Heh" she just tilted one corner of her lips. But after a few seconds he pulled the hijab on my head, I was very surprised and asked to return the hijab.

"Heyy... What the fuck are you, brother, give it back!!!" I keep asking for it. But whatever was on my brother's mind, he didn't return my hijab.

"I don't know when you've been wearing this thing, but from the beginning, I really didn't like it." Firm brother.

Then he dropped the hijab in the trash, and then he left. I ran to the trash and took it. "Somehow he did this." I sat there for a few minutes.

Suddenly my brother opened the door of my room without knocking. I was a little surprised. I kept looking at him, but he threw a shirt.

"What's this?" My toot.

"No eyes haaa?, clearly clothes." she replied in a very annoying manner.

"Do you want me to wear this?" My normally somewhat refined reply suddenly turned a little harsh.

"Yes your tomorrow I bring it to work wearing your current shirt." Say it again

"Where am I going to work, brother?" I am still amazed by my brother.

"Tomorrow you know." He answered and left my room.

On the other hand, I looked at the clothes he gave me. I really don't know what to say. She gave him a tight short-sleeved shirt and a mini skirt.