Animal Sacrifice For Mother
25. Best Plan Owner
Two days passed.
Inaq, brother Arif, and Rahman are no longer at Doni's house. They had returned to the village and were doing their usual routine. Selling fresh kale in traditional markets.
Prohibition of the umpteenth from the mouth of brother Arif. Enough, he no longer wants to see Inaq selling kale in the traditional market. Inaq should have stopped doing this activity. And gave the task to him completely.
“Better you stay home, accompany Inaq.”
Kak Arif called out to Rahman who offered to accompany him to sell kale in the traditional market. Inaq. He felt a burden on both of his hearts. That's not true. Because they realize that they are indeed a burden to Inaq all this time.
Today, brother Arif went to the market alone. After the dawn prayer, he flew his hopes to the sky with a series of do’a. Bigger expectations than just winning a music festival in a provincial city.
With a definite step, Arif carried fresh kale to the traditional market. The freshness of kale increases because the cold morning air feels not as usual. It's colder. The sun has not yet shown any sign of his arrival.
“May it not rain.”
Add another hope tucked in the heart of Arif. He looked up at the sky. His gaze seemed to signal that he was earnest in hope. Equally serious in replacing the role of Inaq selling kale in traditional markets.
Not yet arrived at the traditional market, raindrops felt touching the ends of his hair. Dropping between the wrinkles of his forehead, it continued to creep up to touch the corners of the lips that had yet to spread a single smile for today. It's raining heavily.
Under the shade of the roof of the shophouse that is still tightly closed, brother Arif turned towards the basket. He saw water grains in almost every leaf of kale carried. Again, he breathed. Longer. Heavier. There is no way to sell these fresh kale.
What would Inaq say if he chose to go home? How did Inaq feel seeing these kale still in the same state as when it was brought earlier? But until when should he stay here? The rain showed no signs of stopping. Even the rain is falling more and more. O God, you are the owner of the best plan.
His heart is fixed. Brother Arif went home with half a run through the swift rain. He threw away his hope that the rain would stop immediately. But still harboring her hope of meeting Diana's mother. With Diana herself.
“Yes Allah, brother Arif, why not wait for the rain to subside and just go home?”
Rahman saw Arif's brother drenched. He rushed in. Arif is still standing at the door. The basket of kale has been placed. He took off his wet clothes. His hands are actively moving around the hair. He shook his head a little hard. But the rush of rain water can make his hair wet from the tip to the roots.
“Wear this, brother.”
Rahman brought back a blue towel. Immediately, brother Arif took it from Rahman's hand. Then dry the hair, also rubbing all over his body. Go to the room, change clothes.
Since his return, until he had changed clothes, brother Arif had not seen Inaq. And Rahman's reply led him to Inaq in the room. A little worried, because earlier, Inaq looked fine.
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