FITRAH LOVE

Worrying

Three months passed, I finally managed to finish the order. Me, Rindi, and Aji are now putting all the uniforms in the sack. All orders are ready to be delivered. Yes, today Aji also helped because I asked him for help, to deliver these orders to the boarding school.

Aji also gladly accepted, he said count all the streets. It just so happens that today is Saturday where the weekend is. Moreover, the location of the pesantren is also in Yogyakarta, really an interesting destination to visit right?

Not only Aji who wants to take her, but Rindi too. Then the three of us rushed to leave, not forgetting before saying goodbye first with Mom. Pray for blessing to arrive safely to the destination.

We also took turns salim with Mother, but not long after that suddenly there was a notification of whatsapp on my phone. When I saw it, it turned out to be from Chef Bayu.

“Assalamualaikum Ra, I heard from the pesantren manager he said the order of his clothes is ready? Then let me go to your house for anterin it all.” Scripting.

I immediately replied to him, and told him not to bother to take him there. Because Aji and Rindi are with me. But it turns out he said that all together there, because he also has business to go to the boarding school as well.

“About 10 minutes I arrived, please wait ya.” So typing.

Knowing this, I immediately told Aji and Rindi.

“Wait, wait. This Chef Bayu said he wanted to come between, about 10 minutes more he arrived.” I said, stop those who want to leave.

“Loh keep my car how? You didn't tell Ra that it was the same for me?” Aji asked, shocked to hear my statement.

“Udah, but he said he had some business there too. So let all of you be together he said.” I clearly.

“Your car park in Pakde Supri's garage aja Ji, okay. Usually some residents here also like to be left to him. Just say it, and give him a tip money would want.” Said Mother, who heard our conversation.

“You can tell me later Ra.” Continue Mother.

“Where is Ji?” I asked, waiting for Aji's decision.

“Hmm, yaudah deh.” Aji replied, nodding.

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After 10 minutes of waiting, Chef Bayu finally arrived. After he got out of the car, we rushed to put a sack of clothes in the trunk of the car together. When everything was in order, I was ready to go in and sit in the back seat.

“Loh Ra, you sit behind emang ga mabok?” Ask Aji who is still standing behind me.

“No will, lu temenin Chef Bayu sitting in front of aja, let Chef ga dantuk pas nyetir later.” My speech.

“Why Ra? You safely sit in the back?” Chef asked who heard the conversation between the two of us.

“Aman kok Chef just calm down, Aji does like lebay. Already yuk Rin, we're in.” I replied while inviting Rindi to get in the car as well.

“But lie, later also vomit rich to my opung house at that time, haha.” Said Aji when we were all in the car.

“Ji, that was when I was a kid. Besides, now I've also prepared to drink antimo, so it's safe.” I clearly.

“Oiya Chef knows this Aji my little friend, if this one is Rindi my friend from SMA.” I continued to introduce the two of them to Chef Bayu. Then they say hello to each other.

“Chef, later if you sleepy say yes. Let's replace it.” Bidar Aji to Chef Bayu.

“Siap Ji, hahaa.” Chef Bayu said while driving.

The trip went well, it was about 3 hours drive. I saw that beside me Rindi had fallen asleep, as well as Aji who was no longer heard her voice.

While outside the rain fell quite heavily, making the road a little tenuous not too crowded by vehicles. I was just watching the road from the car window, until I found an old man peddling a plastic raincoat to every rider.

Just when the car stopped at a red light, he passed our car. I opened the window and called out to him.

“Pak, buy 4 yes.” My speech. The father immediately handed over 4 raincoats in his hands.

“How Much Sir?” My toot.

“40.000,00 Neng.” The answer.

“How many more Raincoats? I asked, with a little peek out to see the raincoat he was carrying.

He counted it quickly, then said..

“There are still 12 more Neng.” Her speech.

“Please share the rest to the motorcyclists who are there only yes, Mr.” I said by pointing to the motorcyclist who was taking shelter at the stop.

“This, the change just take it sir.” I whispered while giving him three pieces of red money.

He was also grateful and accompanied by a smile sumringah adorned his face. I also replied with a smile. After he left, I closed the car window.

“We're going to ride Ra's car, so no need for that raincoat.” Said Chef Bayu who was driving.

“Again in the back there is also an umbrella kok Ra.” Further.

“Iya not anything Chef, want a little help his Father sell aja.” I replied, putting the raincoat into the back trunk.

“If the intention is to help why do not you love the money aja Ra? without the need to buy four raincoats, especially the rest you ask him to share with motorists who are sheltering there.” Ask, while staying focused on driving.

“Because the Father prefers to sell, when viewed from his old condition, maybe he could be begging. But he did not do it, that means he is very high end of his self-esteem. I'm just trying to respect his principles. If for why the rest I ask him to distribute to the driver, that is so that he can go home faster, no need to sell again. Likewise with bikers who are in shelter, they do not buy raincoats does not mean they do not need. It could be that they do not have enough money to buy, or may have, but there are still other more important needs. I think they also want to go home immediately without shelter first, because there is a family waiting.” I told Chef Bayu.

“Befit Mas Hendra likes you.” Chef said slowly. I, who was not very clear about it, asked back what Chef had just said.

“Why Chef?” Me, sure.

“Oh ngga, I quite understand and amazed by your description only.” The answer.

Hearing his words, I just fell silent and nodded, knowing what he meant. The journey continued and I still enjoyed the view around the road. The rain felt very cool.

Fortunately, the rain that now fell, was not accompanied by a thunderous sound. If I had, I would have been so scared to hear it.

To fill the free time, along the way I decided to continue writing novels only. Yes, this novel is inspired by one of the people who is none other than Mas Hendra. I don't know why my encounter with him I want to capture through writings in the form of stories.

My story with him may not end happily, but I want this story to be the beginning of me that will continue to grow. This heartbreak will strengthen me to become a stronger and more powerful woman. It made me understand the meaning of love and life.

Where I had to learn to chalk up the things I so desperately wanted. I started typing word by word on the notes on my phone. Suddenly, a voice from the front called out to me.

“Ra..”

“Iya Mas?”

“Mas?” Voice from the front.

I regained my senses while correcting my sitting position, and and stopped typing on the phone screen.

“Ekhmm, mm.. Yes Chef why?” I wave while turning my eyes towards the road, closing my eyes and exhaling slowly. Stupidly I, could not focus like this and keceplosan call that name.

“You still have feelings for Mas Hendra, Ra?” Chef asked who glanced at me from the mirror above.

He apologized, felt bad for me. And then he offered me to stop for a moment at the rest area to eat and pray. After arriving at the rest area I while puffing Rindi and Aji. The two of them woke up and together we took a break.

***

After a tiring journey, we finally arrived at our destination. When the car was parked in the boarding area, we were immediately warmly welcomed by all residents of the boarding school.

Chef immediately went down and took the parcel he brought, and then distributed it to all the students. Inside the parcel there is a chocolate cake, a box of milk, and other snacks.

The santri were queuing up lengthwise, then running around cheerfully when they got it. Me, Rindi, and Aji also helped share it as well.

When everything was done, Chef immediately introduced us to the Kyai, and several other boarding schools. But not long after the introduction, Chef Bayu suddenly got a phone call that made us pause from the conversation.

“Good, I'll be there soon. Please provide best handling.” Chef said to someone on the phone, who knew who but apparently Chef looked so anxious and very panicked.

After closing the phone, Chef was quite silent for so long. Me and my friends who were so astonished by Chef Bayu's attitude, could only glance at each other.

“What is Chef really?” I asked, trying to open the silence.

“My relative is being treated at a Singapore hospital, and the hospital reported that his condition is deteriorating. I have to go home to Jakarta immediately and arrange a flight to get there.” The answer.

“Where's Ra? You want to come home now?” Further, asking.

I was silent, not knowing what to answer. On the one hand I want to accompany him back to Jakarta, but on the other hand I have promised Rindi and Aji that our departure here is also at the same time for the holidays.

I was confused then suddenly Rindi came a little closer to me, and whispered for good we did not come home with her.

Rindi said she really wanted to lie down because her body felt so sore. Being followed by Aji who also whispered to me, reminded us of the beginning of our plan here. Seeing me who was still silent, Rindi finally made a sound.

“Chef like we will go home first, because my body is still pegel-pegel.” Rindi.

“Later we can go home by train only Kok Chef.” Said Aji, adding.

“Ya already if so, sorry I have to say goodbye first.” Chef Bayu.

"May soon be given a healing yes Chef for his repentance." Aji. Then the prayer came alternately from each of us who were concerned about what happened to Chef Bayu.

“Oiya Pak Kyai, I tipped my friends yes. Maybe they'll stay here for tonight.” Said Chef Bayu, shaking hands with Sang Kyai to say goodbye.

"Yes, don't worry about Yu. Your friend is safe here." Said Mr. Kyai.

“Mas Bayu want me to drop off? Let me drive the car Mas.” Tawar Yudi, one of the boarding managers.

“No need yud, I can myself. Thanks yes.” Chef Bayu answered, then walked to his car.

Previously Chef was able to talk about something to Pak Kyai and Mas Yudi. I don't know what I'm talking about, but it seems serious. Because Chef stayed away from us for a while during the conversation. Like not wanting others to listen.

“Chef, previously thank you for driving here.” My words ran small approaching Chef Bayu.

“Sama-sama Ra, you are fine yes here.” Chef answered, then passed away. I just nodded, saying what Chef said.

And then the car rolled away at such a high speed. Who are the sick relatives? Until he felt so panicked.

Wait, wait, my brain thinks what Mas Hendra is being treated in Singapore? I just realized, didn't Mas Hendra have cancer? Even then, when I found out everything while at his house. He actually immediately made him angry with Chef Bayu, and immediately away from me.

My heart felt unsettled, haunted by excessive worry. What the fuck? why do I still care so much about him? Isn't there also must have been Mba Sandra who faithfully accompanied him?

I try to calm my own mind. I hope nothing bad happens to him.

I'm still standing by where Chef Bayu left me. But suddenly Rindi's voice sounded from behind, shouting my name.

“Ra, let's hunt with Mbak Nisa.” Said Rindi while pointing towards one of the female managers of the princess santri.

Me and Rindi finally followed in Nisa's footsteps to go to the boarding room, while waiting for the room that was being prepared for both of us. While Aji permission to go to the toilet first, and accompanied by Mas Yudi to show the location of the toilet in the boarding school.

After walking through the pesantren area we finally arrived, and Mba Nisa invited me and Rindi to sit and wait for a while.

In this room there is a large photo displayed in the middle of the wall. There is a picture of Mr. Kyai, and a man in a neat suit. On the other side there is a smaller frame, and there is a photo of Mas Hendra with Chef Bayu. What does both of them have to do with this pesantren? my inner.

I also ventured to ask directly to Ms. Nisa, who was standing in front of us.

“Mbak sorry, the photo Chef Bayu and Mas Hendra yes?” I asked, while still looking at the photos.

“Iya right, they are both children of the owner of this pesantren. And on top of that photo of Mr. Kyai Abdullah with their father, namely Mr. Hasan Al waritzi who had died 7 years ago.” Answer Miss Nisa.

“Pak Hasan handed over the trust to Kyai Abdullah to take care of this boarding school, and after he died, his two sons often visited here. Usually Mas Bayu is not sandiri if you come here, just because he said Mas.” Obviously Mbak Rindi who suddenly just cut off by the presence of Aji and Mas Yudi.

“Nis, you are looking for santri wati in Masjid.” Said Mas Yudi who just came, cutting off the words of Mbak Nisa.

“Oh yes, briefly Mas.” Sahut Ma'am Nisa.

“So gini Mbak Indira, previously pesantren can be news that.” Nisa continued to explain. But again Mas Yudi cut the conversation.

“Now Nis, they've been waiting a long time he said.” Mas yudi said, stopping the words of Mbak Nisa again.

Nisa's mother finally rushed out, before she could explain her words completely. I'm curious actually want to listen to it further, but it seems like Mbak Nisa is also being preoccupied with pesantren affairs.

I just found out that Chef Bayu is the son of the owner of this boarding school is quite surprised, is it possible that Chef deliberately gave this order to me to help my sewing business is declining? Why was he not honest at first? I don't know there's been too much secrecy.

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..."Although all the feelings I tried to get rid of, but not infrequently he came back and I was unable to get rid of."...

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Hii, how are you guys?

sorry for the long time no update, it has begun to be preoccupied with the task of college and other work. But relax, I will continue this story for you!! Thank you so much for those of you who are still faithfully reading my work! hehee.

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