Are You Happy?

Risya Sugarna's

Author pov

Rashid is a man with one younger sister named Risya actually Rashid has an older brother but he has died when he was a toddler and that makes him the first child

Having a younger sister for Rashid became a joy, Rashid always accompanied his sister to play when Rashid was under 10 years old, but after his age more than that he has been invited by his father to the garden and help take the grass for buffalo feed that they keep

Sometimes Rashid felt his body tired unusually in the morning of school and after school, he told his mother to take lunch for his father and Rashid was also asked to help his father until the afternoon, but every Rashid complained his mother would scold him even he was threatened not to be fed

Be Rashid a hard-hearted figure, rarely laughs and likes to be alone, but his affection for his sister is very big, he said, all her sister's requests she always tried to fulfill and that made Risya grow into a spoiled figure, always willing to win by himself, and lazy

Risya is a pretty girl (relative beauty) and liked by many young people in her village but from all the young people in her village there is no one who glimpsed by Risya

Once there was a young man who came from the city, he was an officer from the social service who was assigned to record the poor people, he said, it is said that the data will be used for screening which families are not able to which will then be given help through the PHS program (Program of Prosperous Hope)

Risya family is not a prospective recipient of assistance, because their family is included in the category of able, they have rice fields and extensive gardens.

One morning as Risya swept through the courtyard he was struck by the greetings of two bikers who stopped in front of their House

''Assalamualaikum. excuse me mbak want to ask this, the house of Mr Tohirin/mother Mastari where ya mba?''

Risya was glued for a moment to look at the young man who was throwing greetings and questions, Risya was fascinated by the face, voice, and attitude of the teary-eyed young man

''Mba hey, sorry mba, mba know not the house of the person I said earlier'' the young man felt astonished at the beautiful girl in front of him, is the girl deaf, or dumb?

A young man with glasses named Dirham Dauzi, actually he also felt fascinated when he saw the face of the girl he was questioning, but he could control his feelings, he said, not like that girl who was glued to him

''Ohhh Tohirin sir's house at the west end there mas, in front of his house there are guava trees and fish pond''' Risya replied shortly after he realized from his attitude to the charm of the young man

Long story short they both Irham and Risya often meet even though accidentally on the road or in the shop, over time they exchanged mobile phone numbers and yes continuing to chat on social media

RISYA POV

I didn't expect that I would be able to feel that his name was falling in love, that teary-eyed man from the city made my heart beat even though I first saw him

I always remember his face even when I close my eyes, even when sleeping, somehow he always stopped by in my dreams

The young man I later found out was Dirham Dauzi, we ended up getting closer because either by chance or on purpose we met often

He used to ask for help to drive him around looking for an address, and I happily drove him, he was a gentle and kind man to everyone he met, respect to parents and polite in speaking and he also likes children

''Why is A suddenly what is it exactly? and yesterday I didn't say what to Ica'' I asked with glassy eyes, I feel sad because this young man who stole my heart is leaving and maybe we will never see each other again

''Yes, it was sudden, I should still be here for 2 more weeks, but because my family is sick, so I asked permission to go back to my boss faster and thank God I could get permission'''sahut Dirham by looking closely at my face in front of him, I saw there was something that the man seemed to keep visible from the look in his eyes

''But we can still chat, right A? Aa can still give me news about Aa right," I asked with a shriveled face holding back tears

''Of course, you don't have to do that, we can still contact you, even if I'm not here anymore, later if the situation in my city is calm again, I will come here, visit you, visit you, if mother's allowed Dirham to look at my mother''' and my mother replied

''If Dirham wants to visit, why should you forbid? go ahead, we will accept your presence with pleasure'sahut my mother

''Alright I have to go now, afraid of going out into the night on the road''A Dirham got up and saluted mom and I escorted her out

He got on his bike and said

''Take good of yourself, I will miss you'' whataaa.. what a mistake I heard, he said will miss me, you are shocked so just dumb not answer his words.

''Hey, why even dumbass?, yes I've gone yes, dada..'' he stopped the motor then waved his hand and he left, I returned his hand with mixed feelings

Will I be able to see him again? what if I miss him? he was no longer visible even if it was just his back, he was gone

Actually the city where he lived was not too far just two hours away by motorcycle, but I never even went far anywhere, I was just always at home with my mother, she said, go only to the nearest market around our village

This is what I regret a little, when other people go to the city to work I still have to be in the village looking after my mother, because my mother will be alone if I go, my sister is too busy with her work and family, and I don't like my sister-in-law

The sister-in-law who didn't make me proud at all when I had her, she was just a girl from a poor family whose mother my mother helped me continue to be, when my sister-in-law's mother was still alive, so to speak they were like a bitch

although I don't like my brother-in-law but I don't bully or say anything to him, but I'm sorry I can't be friendly, or familiar with him, saying as necessary, whatever he wants to think like.

my sister-in-law and I actually have one thing in common: never knowing what and how city life is, working there or just a road, but it is precisely that similarity that makes me even more unrespectful to her

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The night in the village was very quiet, that's what I felt even though the sound of a simple owl or the sound of a loud dog howling

I was in my room sitting on the bed, my eyes repeatedly glancing at the phone I put on the table, waiting for news from a man who had a sweet smile and a warm look, but not a single message or call came to my phone

It's ten o'clock but I'm still waiting, since I thought many times should I contact him first? but then I just kept waiting, it's been my third night like this, sitting quietly waiting.