Heart Fragment

Early Meeting

Pov Rahman's.

A few years ago, since I first saw it. This mind just keeps floating around somewhere. Repeatedly I held back, so that the turmoil in the heart did not become more so.

The muddy girl and the goat she was leading. Unique meetings are also classic.

At that time the pick up car belonging to the pakdhe that I drove through the connecting road between villages, whose left and right sides were decorated with fish ponds. The road connects the village of Ambeng-Ambeng and the village of Batango. I happen to have business in one of those villages. To shorten the time I chose the connecting path, it turned out that in the middle of the road there was a short meeting with the girl. Muddy girl.

"Sorry, may I ask for help?I want to follow Nebeng to the other side of the village." Speak directly without further ado.

Just then he was standing under a waru tree whose leaves were heart-shaped, waving his left hand to code me to pull over, stopping. It looks very dirty. He wears a wide veil and a robe complete with muddy shoes. Good thing by day, if it's night I might think he's an apparition. Hiiyyy!

"Where, um?" He asked again.

Once offended by the way it is called, still young gini but why must it be called om? You brat!

I rolled my eyeballs. Deliberately do not remove the mask that covers part of the face. Gave him a code to ride in the back. At that time, I was just a dozen years old.

That girl is very brave. Half of his body was full of mud, because it helped the goats trapped in the fish pond that had been harvested, he said.

"That's why don't you go all the way around playing, Mbing." His own chirp to the goat.

Scroll from the steering windshield. Is that girl crazy?talking to your own goats? I chuckle amusedly.

"You know, you're sad you haven't been home for two days." He turned again, caressing the back of a goat.

"Embeeekkkkk..." The goat replied, how silly they are.

"Ahahahahaha, if that deck is a goat where does the human language know?" I'm teasing it, funny.

He glanced sharply at me, I could see from the rearview mirror. He grumbled at length. Whatever was said, his voice was floating, clashing with the whirring of a strong wind.

The pick up I drove split the silence of the streets. Never mind how the girl can go all the way to find her goat?is not afraid if someone suddenly abducts? Suddenly I was concerned about him.

"Om brenti in front of it!" He shouted loudly while pointing at an old gubug.

Car pulled. Right in front of a hut he pointed at earlier. Buildings made of semi-permanent wood. It seems to have been weathered in age, there are holes on some sides as well.

I watched the girl go down slowly with her goat. The distance to the village is still quite far. Could this be his home? I'm getting concerned and pity.

"There's still a lot to ride. May Allah repay your kindness." He smiles. Displays the basin on his right cheek. For a moment our eyes collided, a sudden feeling arose, the vibration gently creeping into the heart. Causes an irregular rhythm of detachment.

* * * * *

Since that slightly strange encounter, it has been very difficult for me not to think about it.

Between curiosity, pity and longing.

About what his name is, his background, why he wears a perfect covered shirt even though he was in the mud, about the rickety hut, is that really his home?

Ah, for days I was restless. Even my lecture was a mess, unable to concentrate fully as usual.

The girl's age seems to be small. But I'm not a pedophile who likes children. Rasaku is fitrah. Seeing her in perfectly covered clothes, made me even more amazed by the comparison of her young age. He preserves self-respect by closing the aurat perfectly.

* * * * *

"His name is Rani, she's Karjo's granddaughter, her house is in the village across there, Le." I heard carefully the explanation from Mbah Yono. After a few days of restlessness, languishing, prolonged sadness I finally gave myself a visit to this old club, which I thought was Rani's house. Apparently not.

After gathering information about him. There is happiness in itself at this time. At least I still have hope of getting back together with him, maybe at the right time. When his age is ripe.

"Riyadusholiihin Boarding School."

I smiled knottyly, five or seven more years I'll come.

Muddy girl.

🍁 Sometimes a person can become unstable in acting, thinking or speaking. Just because of an eye view. Which had a terrible effect afterwards. That is why God commanded that every human being be able to keep one another's eyes. 🍁