I'll wait for your promise
Rough Sms 2
After a few weeks of texting, Sanu called. But I never lifted up. He seems to be trying to get closer. I actually want to accept, want to hear his voice. But the timing is never right. He always calls me when I'm busy or at the Simbah house. I was never free of cell phone toys when I was with him. Every time there is a text or phone call always ask questions. From whom? What's the need? Which guy? Wanna what? And many more obscure questions are being asked of me. Sometimes it takes longer to answer the question than to answer the phone. That's why I always hide when I receive a call or text.
In my spare time, I ventured to call. Without waiting for long, Sanu immediately replied.
“There's what. Tumben phone.”
“No phone. If you can't just matiin.” I said, ketus.
“Ngak-no. Can really. What are you again?”
“Again relaxed. What are you again?”
“Again to lunch. From yesterday I called not picked up.”
“Yes you are never on time. So I never got to lift.”
“Busy yes. Sorry to disturb.”
Shut up for a moment, “Emang wants to say from yesterday phone.”
“Just want to hear your voice.”
“Ngapain phone just hear the sound. Like a dating guy. Call just want to hear the sound.” A little smile, happy.
“Yes wonder what your voice looks like. All this time it was just smsan. That's what others reply to.”
“Now I heard my voice. Keep doing what.”
“Not want anything.”
“Already lost not yet curious?”
“But.”
“Why not?”
“Kan haven't met the guy.”
“Ngapain meet.”
“Marketing just saw what you were like.”
“Neventless. I don't want to see you. If you want to be friends with me. Just pass HP only.” Back to sniff, a little irritated.
“Why?”
“Ntar you are sorry to meet me.”
“Why should I regret.”
“I'm not as good as you think.”
“Emang you know what I think.”
“Neighborhood.”
“Keep why say it like that. I just want to get to know you closer. What is wrong.”
“Nothing is wrong if your intentions are good.”
“Keep why don't you meet?”
“Yes, I don't want to see you. Just knew yesterday had asked for something. Yes call , yes meet tomorrow, what else would you like?”
“You're angry huh? It doesn't have to be him now. Can be anytime if you are ready.”
“Ah I want to take a nap first. Sleepy.” I hung up right away. My feelings are upset. I am more and more afraid of my prejudices. Not as I thought. He lied and met me just to find a girlfriend. Once it feels unsuitable, it will just leave.
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A day later Sanu reply sms. For the same reason, it has no pulse. I don't give a shit about that. What I'm waiting for is the answer. I asked him again and he gave me. Without waiting for a long time, go to Facebook and see the profile. I deliberately didn't ask for friendship so that she wouldn't recognize me.
From looking at his status I began to believe that Sanu was a good person. I also feel like he's not lying. Just looking at his profile I've become comfortable with him.
“Ehm... ehm.. whose profile is it???” Can peek from behind.
“Sanu. How doyou. He's a good guy not.” I turned, asking for Disa's opinion.
“Try here I see.” Isa snatched my laptop.
“It looks like a good man. From its status it looks. Here look. His words are nothing more. Almost all his status motivates.” It shows a status that has been a long time. Not long after that Disa returned to see her latest status and read aloud. “If you knew your life would not be long. What are you gonna do? Will you spend it with foya-foya or increase your worship. Only Allah knows when your death will come. Do not let you regret in the afterlife later.” Disa smiled. “Keren is also his status. Looks like he's an ikhwan. Just look at his profile photo.” Pointing with eye glare.
“Ikhwan what is it?” many wonder. I never understood the language of Hisa and her friends.
“Ikhwan it calls for men sholeh. Aman who alim.”
“Kalo akhwat?” Suddenly I remembered the word that Mas Setiawan said on the phone first.
“Akhwat's call for sholehah woman. A woman who is as calm as I am? Hehehehe Praise Disa to herself.
“Huh! Fuck up! How can you know that he is a male sholeh just by looking at his photo.”
“Not just from his picture. Its status is also visible. Here you see. The photos look all alim. This seems to be when he studies. This seems to be with his dakwah friends.” Disa excitedly pointed at some photos of Sanu. Then look at another photo album. “Hah!!! He is a member of ODOJ. Cool!!! I want to too. How to join.” His eyes widened to see the photo of Sanu with his friends carrying a banner that read ‘ODOJ’.
“ODOJ what is it?” I'm getting confused.
“ODOJ means one day one juz. One day one juz. Cool right?” My recently converted twin was immediately excited to explain the community.
“What's cool. You can also read the Qur’an a day one juz. That too if you can?” I lay in bed.
“That you are not slang. ODOJ is Ustadz Yusuf Mansur.”
“Owh. That is the relationship of pious people like you. Not commingle. Sorry we are different levels.” Staring at the ceiling of the room seemed more pleasant than listening to the babble of the hooded girl tosca.
Disa still keeps looking through Sanu's profile. I think he's getting interested in this Sanu.
“Why don't you make him friends?” Can look back.
“Malays. You just there.”
“OK. I add yes.”
I glanced at the laptop for a moment. Suddenly awakened, shocked. “Loh Dis. Don't wear mine?”
“Whose wear is it?”
“You are!!!” Back lying.
“Yes caught! Our account name is different.”
“Halah!!! He won't know. Almost all names on facebook is not real.”
“Alright.. but if there is anything you are responsible yes.”
“Rebes boss!!!”
Can open his account. Without waiting long I have fallen asleep accompanied by her favorite song ‘Beauty Me At Deadline’ from Edcoustic.
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