CUTS

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CUT POV...

 

The figure of Rendra again disturbed my mind when night fell. After telling a long story about Rendra to Mak Cek Siti, it turned out to make me continue to think about it.

 

The various books I read were not enough to deprive him of heart and mind. “Yes Allah, calm the heart of the servant.” that is all I can say to the powerful. I woke up in the middle of the night. Various prayers I say after the tahajud prayer including about a figure who is still faithful to disturb my heart.

 

Why is it that the more I think about it? Is this how Umi feels about feeling if we like someone? Almost half a year I lived in the city of Banda with various activities. However, his figure still bothers me.

 

When I went to computer or English and math classes, he never showed up. Even when I became a teacher teaching in the mosque or participating in studies with mosque teenagers, his figure never appeared. Why at night is he always on my mind.

 

Is he still in the North District?

 

Is she okay?

 

Does he still remember me?

 

Question after question came back and forth, but I did not find an answer.

 

Mak Cek Siti gave me a lot of advice. Unlike Umi who I think his experience of heart problems is not too much. If Mak Cek Siti says, “Umi you know the man yes only Abi you because in the village where there is the term courtship. Mak Cek lives in the city. The term courtship here is not unusual. The average young person in the city has experienced it. Mak Cek himself was originally also dating Pak Cek you. But, because Mr. Cek you want to get married and have children, so we are 3 months dating directly married. Pak Cek you do not want to miss the same Abu you who were married first.”

 

I laughed a little, it is true as Mak Cek said. Especially when I grew up accompanied by conflicts that also got worse. No more young people living in the village. If it still exists then the young man has a mental problem or disability. Because disabled youth will not be disturbed by soldiers or rebels.

 

Sometimes I also tell Mak Cek if I remember Rendra too much. Mak Cek was happy that I told him about personal matters. His advice was also very useful and made me relieved. Mak Cek also always said if he would be the front man after my parents if later I met my soul mate. One thing Mak Cheque always confirms to me, “You don't want to be betrothed. Marry it is you who live so choose the man you and your heart want you to calm down when being his wife.”

 

For this one I always tell Mak Cek if, “Abu and Umi are not parents who like to match their children.” Mak Chek laughed when he heard it. I myself am proud of the thought that Abu had.

 

“Yeah..... is still a vent session? It's late afternoon, Ma. Dad's coming home soon. Brother Cut out yok!” bring Intan.

 

“Where?” my many.

 

“Eat noodles, yok!”

 

The child is friendly and cheerful. My days with them were fun. Although a little spoiled but he is reluctant if told to dress like a woman. She is pretty if she wears female clothes.

 

“Kak Cut, there is a tipped greeting.”

 

“Greetings? Who?” manywould be surprised. For half a year I lived in the town of Banda, only this time who gave greetings.

 

“Bang Wan, his full name is Rizwan. He's the one who helped dad in the store.”

 

“Oh... Bang Wan's. Walaikumsalam..hail back yes!”

 

“Do not! Don't return the greeting if Brother Cut doesn't want to continue.”

 

“Means?” many confused.

 

 

“Aren't we obligated to return the greetings? During this time Brother always replies to greetings from anyone.” The stupid or innocent answer that came out of my mouth. But from the breath of Intan it seemed like I was the fool for never having experienced this kind of problem before.

 

I am a village boy who knows nothing.

 

“How many Kak Cut return people's greetings during this time?”

 

“No idea, Sister doesn't count. Even Big Brother doesn't know them.”

 

“None of them does Brother know?”

 

“There are a few. But yes already, he sent greetings then Kak Cut reply like earlier.”

 

“Till there? Does anyone eat? Like eating noodles or meatballs?”

 

“There, friends on the course. In the tutoring place there is also but Brother does not want to. Brother will have to help Umi keep Rendra so finished the course or tutoring, Brother went straight home. What if they take me to eat?”

 

“Jawab first my question, Brother want to eat with a classmate?”

 

“No.” I replied while shaking my head.

 

“Good, listen yes Adek said. Do not want to be invited to eat with men even though they are friends Kak Cut at the course. They are doing the same approach Kak Cut, one way after sending greetings yes invite food. Don't ever want to!”

 

“Yes, Kak Cut is also not used to going out to eat with men. They are not mahram. Brother Cut is afraid to go so, still remember the incident first.”

 

“Good. Brother Cut if you want to go say the same to us. Later we accompany wherever Kak Cut want.” I just nod my head. Looks like my cousin's sister even though she is still Junior High but her life experience of association with the opposite sex is more than me.

 

Ah.so embarrassed. At the age of me who has reached adulthood, but for the affairs of association alone I have much to learn from teenagers. It turns out that age does not guarantee a person's knowledge it is precisely experience that determines.

 

“If we weren't family, I would have betrothed Kak Cut to Bang Razi.”

 

“Hah. We are cousins.”

 

“Iya..iya... right I told you that we are not family. Brother Cut same Bang Razi it fit to know. One beautiful and one beautiful. My friends thought that Brother Cut was Bang Razi's girlfriend. I'll let them not bother Bang Razi again. I'm tired of being their postal pack.” complained Intan.

 

“Pak Post? Meaning?”

 

“If anyone likes Bang Razi, I have always been the one in charge of conveying their care. Letters, gifts, chocolates, greetings and much more.” I laughed at Intan's complaint. It turns out my cousin's sister has a problem too.

 

“Sister's presence has helped me drive away Bang Razi's lovers.”

 

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