HIM, MY BEST FRIEND

Solving Problems

"Riri..," someone called me. I looked towards the source of the sound.

"Sir Zain. Please sit down, sir," I said as I shifted to give her a seat.

"Championship boy again, huh?" ask her while smiling.

"Alhamdulillah, sir," I replied with a smile, "blessing the Lord Mother's prayer all."

"Bapak is very happy. I'm proud of you" Mr. Zain patted me gently on the shoulder.

"Where are you going?"

"The plan is to take a scholarship in Malang, sir. Medicine."

"Gee, great! You must have supported you. But the cost of medicine is not small, Ri, even though you get a scholarship," said Mr. Zain.

"Yes, Sir. I know. I've thought about that. I can do a lot of odd jobs there."

"You always have been. You never want to trouble anyone else. You want to offer help. Don't think anything first. You did it sincerely. You can help me if you need financial help."

"Thank you, Sir. Very good father. I really appreciate your help. I pray I don't need it."

Mr. Zain laughed out loud.

"Yes, I hope you don't need your help."

Nina watched our interactions closely. He looked a little strange with our conversation.

"Father really thinks of you as the favorite son of Mr. Ri. Yes, at least before you have any real children" he said. "Don't hesitate, yeah."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you very much."

Mr. Zain got up from the long bench we were sitting on.

"Father to the office again, yes," she said.

"Yes, Sir. Go ahead," me and Nina said in unison.

"Yes, as usual, the gift is tomorrow," Zain waved as he walked towards the school.

"Ri, are you nothing like Mr Zain?" search Nina.

"meaning?"

"There's no special relationship, is there?" nina asked while looking at me sharply.

"Na, Nin. There's no way I'm doing anything with Mr. Zain. You know for yourself since we were in 10th grade, Mr. Zain is like me" I protested.

"Yes, anyway. I'm afraid you've got nothing to do with Mr. Zain."

"Trust me, Nin. I still have my pride. There's no way I'm a macem with someone's husband."

"I believe in you, Ri. Uh, by the way, our farewell can't be a bus?" nina's tone of voice instantly changed the moment we changed the topic.

"No, I'm the same as Ms. Neni. He said it's hard to ignore, tar someone's left behind again if moving around that way."

I held my chin with my palm on the table.

"When it's fun, if we're sebis," I laughed.

"You're Harry's whim again, aren't you?"

"No, Nin. Ko nothing Harry, nothing Harry," I said regretfully.

"Yes, yes, but there we're free, right?"

"It's free" I said.

"At least we can make sweet memories first before parting," said Nina.

I also agree.

...

And the day that awaited arrived. Farewell Day!

Our school will have a farewell at Anyer Beach. And automatically we all have to go. Each class uses one bus, accompanied by the Guardian Class and the Mother of the Companion Teacher.

The plan, we will leave early in the morning before 06.00 WIB, so we are not too late to get there.

I stood in front of the cafeteria waiting for the other friends. A white t-shirt with blue jeans dongker became my mainstay today. Also sneakers and not to miss our black class jacket.

"You're Rinjani, huh?" greet a beautiful hijab woman who looks very graceful.

"I. yes," I stammered. Who'sisthis?

"I am Anggun, his wife Mr. Zainal" he said as he reached out.

"O, his wife Mr. Zain yes," I hurriedly welcomed his hand and kissed it politely.

I smiled clumsyly.

"Can you talk for a second?" tanyakanya.

"Sure, ma'am," I took him to a seat made of cement, where students used to watch basketball.

There was no one here, as the children were busy in their respective classes.

"Sorry in advance that I made you uncomfortable," the beginning instantly made me know where this conversation was headed. "It's about my husband."

I nodded in understanding.

"I knew that at first, my husband didn't love me. We got married because we were married. And I totally understand that. But once I knew that there were people he liked, I felt very hurt. Brother Zain didn't say it in person, but I accidentally saw a lot of photos of other women in his phone gallery. And that's your picture."

Until there I still did not interrupt the conversation. I just listen and shut up.

"It has been a long time that I have asked Brother Zain, but I have no guts to ask. But a few months ago, she somehow asked me to talk about our relationship. I didn't understand it, but the more days it treated me the better. Until I finally found out that he turned out to be like that because you rejected him. I am so grateful."

I'm still silent. Confused what to say.

"Aren't you the one who made this?" the question while showing a clay flower brooch with heavy pearls in pink combined with clear-colored crystals.

I smile.

"Yes, Mom. It was me who made it," I said calmly. I'm so happy. If Mr. Zain's wife wants to wear it, their relationship is much better now.

"Thank you, yeah. I can't imagine what the fate of my marriage would have been if you hadn't turned down Brother Zain" she said, embracing me.

"No, Ma. I can't accept a married man. My plans to get married are far away. I want to go to school first, I want to work first, I might think about marriage."

The woman hugged me tightly.

"After all, Mr. Zain has also been able to move on, Mom, from me," I laughed. "Sir Zain was only too late to realize that there was more precious than the illicit love for another woman, which was love for the wife he had legally married. I'm glad Mr. Zain now just considers me like his son, just like everyone else. I always pray that Mr. Zain and Mother can be a sad family, mawwadah, warahmah. Sorry if Mom previously felt hurt. I really don't know if Mr. Zain likes me, until Mr. Zain himself says it."

"Mom knows, it's not your fault. Maybe our soul mate should be like this. But I am really grateful, now our relationship is very good. As I wish."

I can guess that this woman loves Mr. Zain very much. May Mr. Zain do so.

"Lho, searched everywhere even on sitting here," suddenly Mr. Zain came with a large bag of small food.

"Contacted?"

"Udah dong, sir," I cried standing up. "This father how the hell, already have a beautiful like this is still nyari that installment like me," my god.

Mr. Zain ruffled my hair with anxiety, making it messy.

"Dear Father!" irked me.

Mr. Zain and his wife laughed when I had to take my hair back.

"Don't sulk, ugly," taunted Mr. Zain. "Now" he handed me the big plastic bag he was carrying.

"Make me?" I asked while pointing at my own nose.

"Yes, lah. Wh why? Don't wanna? Yes," he pulled the bag again.

"You dong, sir," I grabbed the plastic. "Thank you very much, sir, Mom," I said with a big smile.

"That includes your gift, yes."

I peeked into that plastic bag. There are some of my favorite chocolate bars.

"Geez, you're so good. Thank you, sir. May the Father be given abundant sustenance by Allah SWT. Aamiin," I cried.

Mr. Zain's wife also agreed.

"Rinjani, would you like to come with our car?" haggling Mr. Zain's wife.

"Same mom I used my own car?" my many.

"Yes, tuh," point Mr. Zain across the street.

"Ah, not rame, sir. Mending on the bus, rame," I said.

"Yes if you don't want to. We'll see you there again, yes," said Mr. Zain.

"Hayo, Father of the same Mother while diving drinking water, yes," I pointed the two alternately while giggling.

Pak Zain's wife's face blushed.

"Oh, our people are on their own vacation, not with you" Mr. Zain said.

"Yes, yes, I believe. You want a honeymoon, right?" I love to flirt with both.

"You're based...."

"Kabuuurr!" I immediately ran before Mr. Zain's hand pulled my nose.