Falling In The Hugs of the Earth
Chapter 8
Drt. drt..
"Did you tell me a third of the night like this?" Reply Fatimah
"I want to ask you something"
"What's? It's important, huhaa? Sampa can't sleep, this night is still awake." Fatimah smiled. Imagine Fadil who can not sleep because he thinks he misses him.
"Are you with Syifa?" Fadil was precisely to the point and ignored Fatimah's message.
"Just calm down, even if Syifa is next to me she won't interfere. He's busy working on the verse for the exhibition later"
"Is Syifa okay?"
"certain."
"Thank God.."
"It is good for you to be worthy of Allah. Asking many good things for us" Fatimah said solemnly.
"You're right. Greetings to Syifa, dad!"
***
...Ilove you. Sillier. Because I took your hand off so that others would be free to hold. I run so that your body can be held free. I know enough myself to go, so you can be with who you want to be. I love you like the clouds love the rain. Sincerest. As sincere as I am to break my own heart as I wish to rest on you....
...Ilove you. Idiotically. Because I gave up before I even fought. Because I relented even before the competition started. Just for a friendship, I chose to hurt myself. Just to see you guys together, I uprooted that feeling to its roots. Please don't make it grow again. Let me go.....
"It's not like verse, deh" muttered Syifa. "Kalopun, yes. Why should confide? it seems better not to go to that event. Take a rest, Syifa!"
"Where are you going, Syifa?" Fatimah came to Syifa who seemed to be standing from her seat.
"I want to rest"
"May I tell you something?" Ask Fatimah who was sitting on the edge of Syifa's bed.
Syifa nodded. "Hopefully not about Fadil" he murmured
"It's about the person I like" He wanted to say Fadil's greeting.
Deg.
"I must immediately find an excuse so that Fatimah does not tell me about Fadil. What if what they were talking about was a wedding plan?" Syifa smiled cynically "Quickly. I haven't even readied my heart" he muttered back.
"Fatimah, the doctor said I have to rest a lot so that my pain is not easy to relapse. You can tell a story tomorrow in your free time after teaching"
"alright. Have a good rest, Syifa"
***
"Where have you been, Le?" (Le or tole call dear to the younger ones in Javanese)
"Punten, Miss Nyai. I'm late"
"Lenggah mriki" (Sit here)
Nyai's mom had Ukail call Fadil.
"Have you been thinking about morning?"
Fadil nodded, smiling.
"Alhamdulillah. Cah Good hope his soul mate is also good. God willing"
Bu Nyai smiled at Fadil's reply.
"Do you want to get married?"
Tok..
"Assynogaic"
"Walaikumsalam" Fadil and Bu Nyai answered simultaneously.
Salma came in with a tray of warm tea and some snacks. Put it on the table in front of Bu Nyai and also Fadil.
"Matur nuwun, Nduk" (Makasih) Just like tole, nduk also calls affection to the younger. The difference is aimed at girls.
"Know petis?" Ask Fadil. His memory drifted on Syifa. Yeah, it's his favorite snack.
Salsa was asked to be clumsy and misbehaved. He smiled and nodded. Not daring to stare at that million charms.
"You haven't answered my question yet, Le" Sela Bu Nyai
"You're getting married? Already have a candidate? He must be a beautiful and kind child, right? What's santriwati's candidate here?"
Fadil was confused to hear Bu Nyai's question in a row. He did not answer just looking deeply.
***
"You know?" Salma came rushing to the toilet. It was obvious that they were taking a shower.
"What?" Asked Najwa lazily and some other santri who looked to be huddling.
"Ustadz Fadil is getting married. Santriwati's candidate is here"
"Huh?" Almost all the santriwati who heard the idol in surprise.
"What time?"
"Who's the candidate?"
"What number?"
"I'm definitely the one who's chosen"
"Then yeah, Bund."
"But I wish it was me"
"Mending is ready for heartbreak"
All eyes are on Salma. Including Fatimah and Syifa who stood not far from their hordes. "You don't make it up, Sal!"
"Oh my goodness, Najwa. I'm not making things up. I heard it myself while delivering a snack, Nyai ma'am."
"Really?"
"really! It seems he came to see Nyai Bu because he asked for blessing" Although Salma was not sure, but he still answered enthusiastically.
"Who's the candidate?" Some santri asked in unison.
Syifa looked at Fatimah at a glance. It clearly looks like his voice is radiant. Seen eager to hear the answer from Salma about who the candidate Fadil. As if impatiently hearing his name mentioned.
"Save your heart, Syifa" Syifa ran over. Before Salma actually mentioned a name, he ran away. Bringing tears that hang all the pain in the heart.
