Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 2

Alby

I'm still putting my feet out of nowhere. Although I was married to Bia for about three years but I rarely went to this village. It can be counted on the fingers!

Lately I have never forgotten the sunglasses and masks that always standby in my pocket.

Not for show-off or fun-loving. But I just want to cover up my face that people will only feel sorry for me.

The bulls are so crybaby!

I set my foot towards a waterfall. I never knew if there was such a beautiful tourist attraction in Bia village.

Aye! I don't know shit!

Hours passed, I still faithfully soaked my feet on the banks of the river. The tour closes at nine. Strange rada in my opinion!

How is the water tour open until night????

But it turns out what I was expecting was wrong. It's getting more and more nights. Most who come young people who deliberately want to watch the colorful lights around the waterfall.

Quite simple, but it really spoils the eyes.

A hufft! I missed three times my prayer time just because I wanted to calm down. But this is my real mistake!

I should have calmed down by drawing myself closer to the almighty. Not even abandon my obligation because my feelings are uncertain.

I shouldn't be like this!

I rise from the river. My feet were cold and pale from being there for hours.

Maybe if anyone noticed me, it felt weird because I was soaking from noon.

My waist and legs feel sore. Yeah, how can't I just sit from earlier.

Azan isya was heard. I decided to get out of the tourist area. Not far away, there is a large mosque.

I decided to take ablution and pray there. I extended my remembrance and Istighfar after the prayer.

I have intentionally abandoned my obligations. Until one by one the worshippers died the mosque leaving me and a middle-aged man who I make sure he is a trusted person to take care of the mosque.

"Assalamualaikum!", the father approached me. I feel Dejavu with this moment. The moment where I met someone at a mosque in Jakarta a few months ago.

"Walaikumsalam!", I greeted him.

"Sampeyan ga muleh? Kabeh jamaah wes disperse Awit want?", asked the father.

"Sorry sir, I'm not here. I don't know the language of my father!", I said.

The father smiled. Face shaded. His eyes were soft but thoughtful. Moreover, his long beard increasingly gives an image if he is a person who deserves to be a leader.

"This isn't coming home? All the worshippers have come home since?", repeated the father. I nodded in understanding. Then breathe for a while.

"I insulted the inn there sir. I walked on foot, not feeling up to the waterfall. Even for hours I was there. Missing my prayer time from noon sir!", I said lowered my head.

"Astaghfirullah!", murmured the father.

"Eat him.I'm very sorry sir. I want to pray and stay longer so that Allah will forgive me!"

He crossed his legs and sat in front of me.

"Who's name is Good? Where are you from?", asked him again.

The father nodded slowly.

"My name is Erik. That's next to this mosque, my house!" said Mr. Erik. I nodded too.

"Well I noticed, Alby's son is having a hard time? Right?", asked Erik.

Alby nodded back.

"Rubber sir Erik."

"Sorry, we just met today. But I don't mind if Alby wants to tell me about the problem Alby's trying to deal with. Maybe I can't help much, but at least sharing a story can ease the burden on Alby's chest!"

I just nod. Confused! That's how I feel. Where should I start my story?

Until finally, I told the beginning I made the wrong decision until the end of farewell with Bia. It got to the point where I met Mr. Erik at the moment.

Mr. Erik listened to me without interrupting anything. Right, I just need to be heard. After saying everything to Mr. Erik, there was a slight sense of relief in my chest.

"It's relieved now?", he asked me.I also nodded his head in agreement.

"I'd love to learn, sir, but it's hard! It's not as easy as saying it!", I complained.

"Yes, it's true that way. But... After you get an apology from him, you must be relieved too right? Because what? One of your burdens has been lifted!"

I sighed softly.

"Nobody else understands you but yourself, son. There's nothing!"

I fixed my sitting position.

"Slow time will make you sincere with all the decisions that occur. For now, this may be the best way. Some day, there's a secret to what's to come."

"Yes, Erik!"

"Now, son Alby should focus more on your son. He's not grounded here. Never beat his presence."

"I don't blame him sir!"

"really??"

I nodded yes. All this time I was happy and wholehearted to take care of Nabil.

"Alhamdulillah then! Do you remember that your child needs you too? Waiting for you at the inn there?"

I'm flinched by Mr. Erik's innuendo! He was right, I left Nabil for hours.

Finally, I resigned from before Mr. Erik.

"When you visit this city, don't hesitate to stop by your father's house! That's, close right?"

I nodded."God willing, Erik??"

After that, I came out of the mosque to look for an ojek. I could walk, but that means Nabil's gonna be waiting for me longer.

Luckily, there was a motorcycle there. I can go straight back to the inn because tomorrow at dawn, we will take the train waiting for Surabaya just boarded a plane.

The road that the ojeker passed by turned out to pass in front of Bia's house. I saw Bia get off Febri's car after Febri followed her in.

Again and again, my brain and heart felt hot imagining if the two of them were to spend time together after this.