Ambiguity Between Us
Fourteen
That day Nayra used a milky brown robe covered in sleeveless cardigans patterned in black and brown boxes, a long brown headscarf that covered more than half the height of Nayra, and her niqab that matched the headscarf, the headscarf, and wear light blue sneakers. By carrying a black backpack, there is a black and white cloth doll hanger.
He walked by himself leisurely heading out of the harbor. He passed through the fence in the harbor and headed for the parking area. There have been many taxis calling his name, as well as motorcycle taxi drivers. Nayra chose to walk, down the store terraces. He chose to stop at the restaurant where he usually stopped during his lecture at that place. To taste the fresh chicken soup belonging to the descendants of tiong hoa baba.
"Ba, 1 ha chicken soup" he said as the slightly aged man approached him.
"Chicken soup 1" he cried, the man sitting on the chair opposite Nayra.
"Lu ha, long time no look, where? Usually diligently stop by here" he said in Indonesian but with a tongue-tied accent.
"Ala, Ba. wa has returned home. That's why we rarely come here. But, every time the cake came to stop by la Ba" replied Nayra Long.
Wa is what means me.
"already, home. Are you finished with your college?" continue the man again.
"already, Ba. Even already got work" he replied a little proud of himself, but not really
"good la. You know yes. Now look for your hard work" said the man.
A woman came to deliver a bowl of soup that was still steaming the steam. Then he placed it in front of Nayra.
"if you don't get a job, just work here lo," the woman chimed in on their conversation
"Where do you think?" ask the lady.
"Wa staying at the hotel la Nyonya" replied Nayra, slowly stirring her soup bowl.
"okay la. Lu continued with Baba ya, Wa want to go back" the woman Nyoya was back with her busy in the kitchen.
Shortly after the lady left, Baba left. Nayra continued to enjoy her chicken soup.
After finishing his lunch, Nayra continued on a journey that was not far away.
Nayra climbed up the hotel stairs leading to the reception desk.
"Excuse me, sis. I want to book 1 room, with a king size mattress" said Nayra.
"I apologize in advance, brother. Room with a king size mattress only 1, even then it is being cleaned. Maybe it'll be over soon. If you want, you can wait, or order something else?" long explanation of the woman standing behind the reception desk .
"I'll just wait" replied Nayra. Nayra, received a key that is still a regular key with a hanger with the emblem of the hotel, and paid the bill to stay for 2 days.
Nayra, chose to sit on the balcony of the hotel overlooking the swimming pool. Since it had been a long time waiting, he thought that his room had been cleared.
Nayra walked towards her room, passing through the hallways of the room with the door closed.
"Krek" the door sounds open
"owh, maybe the janitor forgot to lock the room" Nayra thought.
Nayra, comein. Walk towards the mirror in front of the bed. He opened his veil.
" uuuuf, fresh" said Nayra, blowing cool air from the air conditioner.
"tok, tok, tok" the sound of hotel room doors in the ketok from the outside.
Nayra opened the door, though hesitated. Because he didn't feel like he had a guest for the day. No one promised to see him. Maybe the hotel worker thought.
"tok, tok, tok" the door was back in the ketok. Nayra rushed to open the door, without having time to use her veil, so she just covered her face with her hijab.
After opening the door there were 2 men and 1 woman, they advanced so that Nayra reflexively retreated into the room.
"Find who sir" asked Nayra softly behind the veil covering her face.
"We from the satpol pp, want to check your room. Are you alone?" ask the man. His words were as hard as Nayra's pressure.
" yes, I myself" answered Nayra a little nervously.
The man stepped more into the room.
Suddenly there was water coming from the bathroom. The three people reflexively saw Nayra.
" yes, sir. I myself" repeated Nayra this time more nervous because of the sound of water from the bathroom.
The man walked to the front of the bathroom.
Nayra is getting nervous, he quite understands that he has problems with Satpol PP, he often sees this in the place he spent time in college, Satpol PP gring some couples who are not halal.
"Hopefully open up nothing" Nayra tried to calm herself down.
A man came out wearing brown cinos and a black t-shirt. Staring confused at all the people in the room. Her eyes were fixed on a woman who was covering her face using a headscarf. But he was silent.
Nayra who knew the man reflexively mentioned his name.
Nayra was getting nervous because she must have thought that she had lied if she was alone.
" You know this woman" asked a burly man to Azki.
Azki was silent for a while, confirming her vision. Then he nodded.
It's over, thought Nayra,
"please come with us to the police station" the man ordered.
Azki is taken by the man out, and Nayra is taken by the woman who is with them.
"Sir, I don't know if he's in the room" Nayra tried to explain the truth, but indeed the reason sounded cliche in front of the Satpol PP officer.
"Just explain it in the office later" the woman replied briefly.
Azki was silent. Not even trying to explain.
"Hopefully I don't really finish" said Nayra, who was about to cry.
