Angel In Poetry

The Respected Driver

The scorching afternoon did not make Mr. Wijaya look for shelter, with a project hat he helped oversee the mines that had been managed by the company. This time he was in Tapin district of the capital of Rantau, 80 km from Martapura. Of course with his personal driver Afkar who has worked for him for 3 months. The personal driver who was now was even closer to his personal assistant. Everything that happens either in the house or work is more often consulted with Afkar. With a polite and serious attitude Afkar willingly participated in expressing his opinion which was considered Pak Wijaya wise.

This time Afkar just looked from afar, saw the heavy equipment work made him remember the first job, and when resting will be placed to make a phone call or video call with his lover. Afkar glanced at the watch, had entered the prayer hours of the Zuhr, Afkar turned around, there was no mushalla. But he saw there was a water faucet where the mine workers washed their faces and cleaned their bodies. Afkar walked up to the tap water source and began to tadpole. Go back to the car and pull out the prayer mat and the peci. Afkar spread the cool beside the car and began to perform prayer zuhur.

Mr. Wijaya already felt enough to monitor the work of his employees in the mine, his stomach also began to feel hungry, he approached the car, where Afkar? Pulling out the phone and when going to press the call button, he saw the shadow of Afkar beside the car, Pak Wijaya walked closer, Afkar was praying. Pa Wijaya smiled and waited for Afkar to finish. After the greeting and short prayer Afkar immediately stood up and was shocked Pak Wijaya was already behind him.

" I'm sorry sir"

" I'm sorry, you pray in this field, you should say and go to the front of the road, there is a mushalla"

" It's okay sir, the place is clean too, I'm not good to ask permission, who knows you need me as soon as possible"

" I will allow, especially for prayer. Now we're gonna have lunch and go back to the office, but we're gonna stop by the mushalla up ahead"

Afkar nodded.

During Afkar became his personal driver, Pak Wijaya learned a lot from him. The most obvious thing now is that Mr. Wijaya never again left his five-time prayer. Afkar never asked his master to pray, but before lunch Afkar always asked permission to the mushalla office for prayer zuhr, as well as prayers ashar. Likewise, if they return late, if until the time magrib Afkar will go to mushalla first. Pa Wijaya then gave orders when half-hour one there was no meeting, no reception of guests, no other activities, obliging the prayer of the noble congregation with two groups that alternated. The atmosphere of the office during the day changed greatly due to a private driver. Mushalla which was once only 5x6 M in size has now been expanded to 10 x 6 m in order to be sufficient for congregational prayer.

Running the car casually due to the request of Mr. Wijaya from Tapin to Martapura, will take about 2 hours to 2 hours and a half.

" Afkar, am I guilty you think?"

" Why sir?

" About Aprill".

Afkar did not dare to answer. The sweet girl with the typical style of young teenagers and her spoiled and funny attitude was now sick. Two weeks ago there was an event that made Aprill get the anger of Pak Wijaya extraordinary, even Afkar had calmed and made the atmosphere not worse.

That day Pak Wijaya and Afkar had finished lunch at a favorite restaurant Pak Wijaya with a sea menu. In the middle of the road Mr. Wijaya saw a small group with a rujak inscription and he told Afkar to stop.

" Afkar, the car, I miss eating rujak, it's my favorite food in the village"

Afkar pulled the car over

" Let me get off sir, you just wait in the car"

" No, I miss seeing the hand of the seller who stews the petis and brown sugar. Let me get down"

" shortly sir, you'll cross, I'll come along"

Afkar and Pak Wijaya got out of the car and crossed the road near a small group.

A middle-aged woman in a typical clothes of a street vendor and spoke with a thick Javanese dialect.

" The rujak sir?"

Mr. Wijaya approached and observed what fruits were in the entourage.

" Deliver 5 packs of bi lah, mix the fruit, but the petis separated, I eat it got hit"

(Make 5 packs of bi, mix all the fruit, but the sambal petis is separated, I eat it later)

" Religion sir"

The woman deftly mixes brown sugar, garlic, peppers, fried peanuts and salt, stewing on the rips quickly. Pa Wijaya laughed

" It's Afkar who made me miss, ulekan aunty, hahaha"

Afkar and aunty laughed when they heard Wijaya's joke.

Mr. Wijaya suddenly changed his mind when he realized this was a small park that had several seats, a clean garden with several games in the form of swings, and a small garden, slides and some small games that are safe to play by small children.

" Afkar, the place is clean, it looks like I'm interested in eating here, you're eating too".

Actually Afkar was still full because they had just had lunch, but for the sake of his master he nodded.

" Bi, add 2 servings but eat here, love the plate and keep the leaves bi yes"

" Religion sir"

The woman repeated the procedure again because there were more additions from the buyer, and this time not wrapped but in a plate that remained dialasi with banana leaves that make it fragrant.

Mix of young mango fruit, papaya, pineapple, jicama, cucumber.

Both of them sit on a bench while enjoying fresh water and mineral water. Sometimes pa Wijaya jokes and make them laugh. Almost finished with his meal, from the corner of the right part of his eyes caught a familiar figure

" Afkar, is that Aprill?"

Afkar followed in the direction of Pak Wijaya's index finger which pointed one way

" Yes Sir, non Aprill".

" Who is he with? Which man is it"

Mr. Wijaya immediately stood up and walked quickly to Aprill who was sitting together with a young man. Afkar immediately followed from behind

" Aprill"

Aprill turned his head and was very shocked, as well as the young man who was with him.

The man removed his hand from Aprill's shoulder.

" Why are you here? where's bang Jali? who are you, heh?"

Aprill immediately stood up in fear.

" Papah, sorry Aprill, we're just sitting here waiting for the next lecture"

" Papah just wants you to go to college or eat with your friends and come home soon, never letting you sit alone with a guy like this"

" Pah, sorry. Aprill just got here this once"

" I'm sorry om, I was wrong to bring Aprill here".

" How dare you bring Aprill here, who are you?"

" I'm Darel om, Aprill's lover"

" What? how dare you"

Aprill immediately hugged Mr. Wijaya.

" Pah, forgive us"

" Aprill, get in the car, and you, never approach Aprill again, he never taught me to wander around like this"

" I'm sorry om, but please don't separate us, we love each other"

Mr. Wijaya swung his hand about to land a blow to Darel's face, but Afkar swiftly held him back

" Patience sir, don't hit him, we can get to the article, we better take non Aprill home, maybe he can explain"

" Remember, don't ever bother my child, he's learning"

Afkar looked at the young man's face in front of him, the man bowed and nodded

" Don't scold Aprill om, just hit me, it's my fault"

" It's none of your business, don't set"

" But om, just blow it all on me, not on Aprill, I can't stand to see her grieve"

" Silence you, he's my son, you're not entitled to anything"

Afkar again held the hand of Wijaya who was clenched

" Sir, let's go home, it's an open place, lest anyone see this father"

Afkar looked at Aprill who was crying, aahh that cry, I always wipe it with my hands, I will hug him so that he feels sad divided, so that he knows I will protect him. Huuh, he's not Alyaku.

Mr. Wijaya immediately held Apriil's hand and walked quickly to the car parked across. Before following his employer Afkar had whispered to Darel

" I'm sorry my employer, he's a good man, and if you really love non Aprill, you'll take care of him your way. Be nice"

Afkar half ran after Mr. Wijaya and immediately opened the car door.

" Afkar, let's just go home, don't go to the office anymore "

" Good sir"

Silent.

From the windshield Afkar saw Aprill still with his cry on the back bench while Pak Wijaya sat beside Afkar. While driving Afkar grabbed the tissue on the dashboard and handed it to Aprill without a sound, Aprill immediately picked it up without a sound, except for a still unfinished sob. Mr. Wijaya opened his phone and contacted someone

" Jali, where's the curl?"

(Jali, where are you?)

" You have to, straight away, April is already our opponent"

(no need, just go home, Aprill is with us).

clique

" It was Great Aprill, bang Jali was told to wait in the campus parking lot, which was awaited to crawl in the park"

Afkar glanced at Wijaya sir

You lied to Aprill? you looking for an opportunity? hopefully Mr. Wijaya can hold his emotions at home later. That cry. Stop Aprill, I was like repeating my last event with my love, why does my heart hurt like this?.

" Afkar, why silence?"

Afkar realized, how long he had been daydreaming.

" I do not blame the father, the father as a reasonable parent to keep non Aprill, especially non Aprill is now still in the supervision and care of his only father, and sorry, sorry, you are a single parent, of course, will pay more attention to non Aprill"

" But he now often daydreams of Afkar. Yesterday he was also sick, up to three days unable to wake up. I felt guilty, whether I was too hard on him. Oh yeah, last night you had a chat, what did he tell Afkar?"

" Yes, last night non Aprill asked me to accompany him to memorize the book of Sobotta in front of the pool, he said chopped in the room"

" So she told him her heart, like venting so?"

" He just said he'd obey whatever you asked"

" You're the one who suggested that Afkar?"

Afkar just smiled. I gave him a lot of advice sir, the daughter was stubborn, she always fought what I said, she even called me a supporter of the father, a young man who was never young, he said, I am confused as to what it means.

He scolded me and said I should have been on his side because I should have been in love and know how sick it is to have parted, he did not know sir what my very winding love history was, he underestimated me by saying I should have fallen in love once in a while to know what it was like to fall apart.

But I am not angry, I can know exactly how there are on both sides, I am on his side as he said victims, and the father side as parents who have to take care of the father's daughter. I don't blame both of them, because I have also experienced this with my lover, even though I ended up being devastated. The father's daughter also said that if she had to be separated in this way, they would be reunited in another way.

But for a while they will give up sir, until the father returns weak or even off guard. I said no, father, he said, believe everything based on love will be fine.

I said it was fine for some people, some had to hurt, he punched me in the shoulder until I grimaced, he said don't pray for him to be the one who got hurt. I said that even if we are nobody, he is the son of the boss and I am the driver, but I will always pray for you in good things. Only then did he start listening to my advice and then open his book. Our talk for an hour just talk about feelings, the daughter just memorized for 5 minutes and said she was sleepy, I don't know if the five minutes had entered her brain.

" Slight sir, non Aprill good boy, obedient, maybe the way of delivery of the father later can be slightly refined. But he did according to sir, he said he was very sorry for what he did yesterday"

" If he'll talk, listen to him Afkar, and give him advice, it seems he'll listen to you, maybe because you consider him a friend to talk to, while with me, he's a friend to talk to, lately he's been scared"

" Good sir, I'll accompany you to a non-April chat if she needs a friend"

" Thank you Afkar"

Thiiit

Pak Wijaya's phone rang

" Ashloraikum"

" Yes, when?"

" How many days?"

" Hmm, I will take my assistant and my driver, prepare 3 rooms yes"

" Don't forget one car, I haven't been there for a long time"

" Okay, hail waalaikum"

Clique

Pak Wijaya turned to Afkar

" it seems like your time to chat with Aprill is on hold first"

" Why sir?"

" I have a meeting out of town, I will take you and Farhan to accompany, Farhan will accompany me to the meeting, and you will accompany me for a walk, the meeting is done for 2 days, and you will accompany me, but I asked for a day to get around town, you'll still have your way"

Afkar raised his eyebrows yet to understand

" I'm ready sir, but where do you mean to go?"

" The day after tomorrow we'll leave for 3 days to your city of memories"

" What does he mean sir?"

While driving Afkar thought hard, what does Pak Wijaya mean

" We're going to Yogyakarta"