AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Setting Room

After buying breakfast, I immediately returned to the room. In the corridor, there was a cleaning service man mopping the floor.

"Excuse me sir."

I greeted him. It would be impolite to just pass by him without greeting him.

Cleaning service that stops his work, then enforce the body.

SUMIJANS. I read the name in his pocket.

"Yes neng, please." Sahut friendly.

"Eh, new residents huh neng ?"

"Yes, sir, just last night I came."

"Have you got a bed ?"

"Emm, um,... Not yet sir. Haven't bought yet. New plan to shop today."

I actually feel a little surprised why Mr. Sumijan asked about the mattress.

"Oh, let's neng, come with me to the warehouse."

"To the warehouse ??"

I was getting more and more astonished.

"Ngapain Sir ??" I squinted my forehead.

"That's neng, in the shed a lot of mattresses and beds. Neng look at it first. That's the warehouse." He said while pointing towards the end of the corridor.

"Let's neng,..." He said as he walked ahead of me without asking for my approval.

"Emmm, um,.. Good sir."

Despite the slight hesitation, I followed Mr. Sumijan from behind.

Stay at the end of the corridor. The room on the right.

Mr. Sumijan pulled the key out of his pants pocket. A bunch of keys that are united with a round iron ring.

Mr. Sumijan is picking the keys. As soon as he found the key in his car, he immediately opened the lock that hung on the door. It looks like the original door lock has been damaged, so it is replaced with a chain gerandel + padlock.

"Kreech"

The door to the room is open. Mr. Sumijan went inside and turned on the light switch.

"Click !" Lights on.

I stepped up and stood at the door.

Inside the warehouse room, many piled up unused items. Unlike warehouses in general that are dirty and dusty, the items in the warehouse look clean and neatly arranged. It seems like this warehouse room is often cleaned.

"This used goods belonging to the boarding boy all neng. Sometimes they don't take it when they move. Just leave it."

"Oh, that's it sir."

"Yes neng. If it is damaged, I throw it away. But if that's still good, same Miss Nadira told me to put it in the warehouse. Who knows if there are new boarding children in need, can be used."

Mr. Sumijan explained the origin of the items inside the warehouse.

"Neng please just choose, who knows if anyone wants to be taken, then you help bring it in the room."

"Oh, yes sir, thank you very much."

I went in and looked through the pile of things that were in the warehouse. There are tables, chairs, plastic cabinets, mattresses, beds, and there is also a spring bad.

Hmm, looks like that little table is still good. If it's anything else, I better buy it. Maybe later there will be more need of these items compared to Me and Nuri.

"Sir, I want that little table." Point me towards a small, round table in the corner of the room.

"Oh, yes neng, let me clean the table first, then you bring it. in the room number neng neng ?"

"Room 34 sir"

"Oke neng's. Later mr. deliver. I want to finish mopping the floor."

"Oh, yes sir. I have received a lot before"

I went back to the room.

"Assynolt,.. Nuri."

I knocked on the door of the room.

"Getishalam." Nuri opened the door. Looks like he just finished a shower.

"Where the hell is Aishy ?"

"Become breakfast downstairs." I lifted the canteen with two packages in my hand.

"Oh, uh,..."

"Let's have breakfast."

I immediately sat down on the floor. Followed by Nuri.

We had breakfast with gourmand. Fried rice egg ceplok. With the addition of my fried chili from home.

And, also a special rendang made by his mother Nuri.

It turns out Nuri also brought provisions from his home. That is special meat rendang.

Alhamdulillah, summarily,.. It was so good to have breakfast this morning.

***

After breakfast, I take a shower and pray dhuha. Today my agenda is to arrange a room with Nuri.

After buying the furniture and equipment we needed, we started decorating.

Two single springbads without legs, we put them in each corner of the room side by side.

Two of our plastic cabinets are lined, each facing opposite sides. We use the closet for storing clothes, as well as serving as a barrier, between my room and Nuri's.

Lastly, we stretched a long rope, then we hung the curtain lengthwise in lieu of the door.

So be my room and Nuri's room.

The round table that was delivered by Mr. Sumijan, I put it outside the window of the room, on the mini balcony. Two small portable chairs were also placed there. The plan is, I'll put a pot of roses there.

Planting one pot of roses would be fun, I thought.

Yes, Mr. Sumijan was also very helpful when Nuri and I arranged the room.

Mr. Sumijan who bothered to lift heavy items, also went up the stairs to install nails and rope for hanging the curtain earlier.

"If you need help, do not hesitate to ask for help with your father. Father's room is downstairs, at the very end." Said Mr. Sumijan earlier before he left my room.

When I gave him the money, as a thank you for his help, Mr. Sumijan refused.

"Don't neng, though,... Accept much. I sincerely help. I've also been on the same paycheck as Madam Nadira." Say it subtly.

Mr. Sumijan is the cleaning service at Nadira's Dormitory. In the past, before becoming a cleaning service here, his work was as a scavenger.

One day, Nadira's mother saw him scavenging garbage in front of the dormitory, then Madam Nadira gave him money, but Mr. Sumijan refused.

Impressed, Nadira's mother offered him to work as a cleaning service in the dormitory.

I am grateful, because upon arrival in Jakarta, Allah brought me together with good people.

***

Afternoon.

I sat on the balcony enjoying a cup of jasmine tea.

Yep, yeah,... Mom slipped a bag of jasmine tea into my bag.

Hm, um,.. I miss my mother.

"I'll call mom ah,.."

I went inside.

Nuri who was sitting in front of her laptop turned her head towards me.

"Why ?"

"No. Take hape. Call mom, miss." My solute.

"Oh, uh,..."

Nuri returned to focus on her laptop.

"We should have asked for Tirto's phone number yesterday."

"Yes, even though one day yesterday, from morning to meet the morning Tirto continued, but we did not think to ask for the number of hapenya yes,..."

I just remembered, it turned out that both I and Nuri, yesterday forgot to ask for Tirto's phone number.

"Tomorrow we'll find him on campus." Nuri Say.

"Nyari Tirto on campus, just like looking for a needle in Nuri's haystack,..."

I stepped back out of the balcony after taking the hape.

I then dialed the home phone number to call Mom.

***

"Krieiing,..." The phone rings.

Mbok Minah was knocked from the kitchen, rushing to pick up the phone.

"Hello, anyway,... Assalamualaikum says. Raden's Residence

Vijaya." Mbok Minah picked up the phone.

"Goddessalam,... Mbok, it's me, Aishy, call me mom,..."

"Oh... Non Ayesha,... Yes, wait a minute, Mon. Well, call mom first."

Mbok Minah rushed out of the house, and called Bu Wijaya who was harvesting jasmine flowers in the yard.

"Mom,... Mother ! There's a call from Non Aisyah." said Mbok Minah.

"Dear of? Call-in?"

"Inggeh Ma'am."

Bu Wijaya immediately left the jasmine flowers, and walked quickly into the house.

"The Assalamualaikum Nduk."

"Mrs Walaikumsalam." Sahut Aisyah via telephone.

"Piye how are you Nduk? "

"Alhamdulillah good ma'am. Aisyah just finished her room. Tired."

"Uhh, man,.. Poor daughter mother."

"Yes, yeah,. It's exhaustion, now it's rest. While drinking jasmine tea. So Aishy immediately remembered the same mother. Kangeeen."

"Mother is also kangen nduk,... Kangeeen. The house feels lonely."

"Where's Mom?"

"Your father is gowes."

"Gowes ?? What the hell is Mom?"

"That's loh,... Cycling with friends. Your dad said he wanted to go."

"Oh,...."

"If it were Mirza? Balum's coming home ?"

"Yo yet,... Your mash is still in the workshop."

"Oh, yeah. Yes, yes, Mom,... Aishy just kangen. I want to hear mom's voice."

"Yes nduk,... Mother misses Aishy every day. Take good care of yourself in Jakarta."

"Yes Ma'am, God willing Aisha will always take care of herself. Pray for Aishy, ma'am."

"Always Nduk. Every time I pray for you."

"Yes already. Assalamualaikum."

"Getishalam." Bu Wijaya closed the phone.

Bu Wijaya then continued the work that had not been completed. It is harvesting jasmine flowers.

***

I took a long breath. After hearing mother's voice, my kangen taste was slightly cured.

I lifted the cup of tea, inhaled its aroma deeply, then sipped it slowly. Follow the way mom when drinking jasmine tea.

"God, it turns out that it is delicious mother-made jasmine tea."

"Piiiip. Piiip!"

The sound of a car horn in front of the gate.

I'm tilting my head.

Mr. Dudung tergopoh open the fence. A black sedan entered the courtyard.

Car window glass is lowered.

Someone held out a canteen from inside the car.

Pak Dudung received the canteen with a big smile. Then he bowed for a moment. Maybe say thank you.

The car again walked, entered the courtyard and headed towards the small pavilion beside the dormitory building. Nadira's Mother's Residence.

A fashionable-looking woman came down from inside the car. She wears sunglasses, carrying a bag, wearing high hils, and a calf-high dress.

Nadira's mother, who was watering flowers in a small garden in front of her pavilion, immediately stopped her activities.

He laughed as soon as he saw who had come, the two of them hugged each other, then went inside the house.

Car steering side door open. A tall guy, wearing a white shirt, came out. Then walk towards the terrace, then sit on a chair. Then he started playing his gadget.

"Will, man,.... William,...!" Nadira's mother called from inside the house in a loud voice.

The man called William stood up and went into the house.

Before long, he came out again with a cup. He put the cup on the table. Then he was again absorbed in staring at the screen of his gadget.

"Aishy,...! Aisha. Just look at this." Nuri cried from within.

I immediately went into the room, and sat down near Nuri.

"See what?" I came closer and saw Nuri's laptop screen.

"This,.. I've got videos of orientation time at the UIN campus."

"Oh, uh,..."

Nuri and I ended up watching in front of the laptop.

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