I'M BETWEEN YOU AND HIM

BIG QUESTION MARK

After the Maghrib prayer, I suddenly hesitated to continue my journey to Rosa's house. God is like rebuking me to know myself if it continues to trouble Rosa and Anang.

Our company is just starting to run. And I was very unprofessional actually escaped from the new business I pioneered even in the early days we started. Hhh... It seems like I'm really a bad guy if I borrow 120 million for my own personal needs. Indeed I have a share and there is little and I diaset company, but at times like this I dare to whine for the mercy of Rosa and Mas Anang for the sake of buying my own house. Maybe even our company is now in need of additional capital to grow. Hhhh...

I just sat pensively in the Istiqlal mosque. Think about the next step more alone. I was too arrogant and confident when I had no money at all but dared to promise Mum Hafsah false hope. Hhh.... I had to disappoint him who was happy I could help him.

Just as I was taking my phone from my sling bag, suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder.

"When?"

I looked up not to open the zipper of my little bag.

"Aariff??"

Arif Borne was sitting on the terrace of the mosque beside me.

"Minal aidin walfaidzin yes, sorry born bathin... The day after we entered Ramadhan, I apologize profusely for you!" he said as he held out his hand, shaking tightly my hand.

"Me too, Rif! I'm sorry for all my mistakes and misdeeds with you. May we observe the fast with a calm and peaceful heart."

"Amijin!!"

"You're praying here too?"

"Yes. I saw you from still inside the mosque. I'd like to rebuke you from earlier but I'm afraid I'm wrong."

"Hehehe.... Don't think we'll see you again!? Thank God it was found in a holy place, a place of worship!"

"Yes, thank God! Coincidentally my place of work in the area of Banteng Field is here. So Maghriban was here. My house in Bungur, follow my wife. Where do you live now, brother?"

"I'm in Gunza. Contract with friends. You're family again, Rif?"

"Alhamdulillah.has wanted 1 year. My wife is now 4 months pregnant. Alhamdulillah! You're on your own, have you added a child yet?"

I gulped smiling bitterly at Arif's question. Add a child, huh?!? Hhh...

"I've divorced my wife after coming out of the garage. Yes.gini now! Living alone, heartless! Hehe..."

"Sorry, Dika! I don't know. Sorry!"

"What's wrong! Don't take too much heart. Hehehe..."

Arif took out some candy from his pants pocket. He offered it to me too. I took one. We don't know why we look so comfortable with each other.

"I learned to give up my addiction to smoking. That's why I often eat sweets. I don't want my wife's son to be a passive smoker because of me!" the story flows without me asking first.

"Good father candidate! Hehe..." We laughed together. It all just flows. We exchanged light stories about our work. Like friends who have known for a long time, sometimes we laugh in the middle of our casual conversation.

"Okay, forgot...! Sorry, Rif, I'll call Rosa first. They must have been waiting for it!"

"Yes, please!"

Rosa got angrily on my phone. He said it had been almost an hour waiting for me but the awaited one never came. I laughed apologizing to him. Because it's not like Sowan's at his house. I also apologized to her husband for the sound of his phone on the loadspeaker. My best friend that one is not exciting if not angry with me. Hehehe... Precisely because of the honesty of his heart that if angry never behind me but directly hit my heart, our friendship became even closer to brotherhood.

Arif was still sitting there waiting for me after calling Rosa.

"There's a promise like that with Rosa and her husband?"

"Actually not a promise. But I was going to go to his house because there was a need. But think about it, I didn't. Shame to keep troubling them."

"You need anything, Dika? What kind of help? If I may know, mmm. but if you don't want a story, that's okay too! Sorry, I just wanted to be friends with you! I am one of those people who are not good at making friends. A little embarrassed and uncomfortable when to start a friendship. Hehhehe...!"

"Actually not a problem! But. mmmmh, I just need some big money. But borrow confused also to pay it!"

"Money? Make what? Not kamuu.punya mmmm sorry if I look presumptuous. I mean, you have a khan company now? Mr. Anjar always talked about you and really flattered you for your dedication and loyalty in the company first."

"This money is for me. My company's money doesn't dare. That's why I abandoned my intention to borrow the company's money from Rosa because I thought I'd re-think it."

"Can I know the details? I hope I can help."

" Hey, I don't want to trouble you. Your wife is pregnant, surely you also have to focus more on the cost of labor and everything for your future child. Besides, I don't really need it either. Forget about it, forget my problem! It's coming soon to Isya's time. Yuk, in!"

Arif smiled nodded. We re-entered the great mosque pride of Jakarta residents in particular. Wudhu water permeated the pores of my face making all my fret disappear. If Allah wills, Allah will make it easy. I believe in His power. If He does not allow Him, any way I will, it will not happen. I just give it all back to Him. Allah Subhanahu WaTa.

If it is my house of Hafsah. God willing there will be a way to get it. But if not, it's okay. Maybe God does not want my situation to be worse if I have to have a house and live next to Ranti.

Finished my prayer and Arif returned to chatting casually while walking out of the mosque through the beautiful hallways with large pillars.

"I'm actually looking for a home. Which is not too big and the price is in my pocket. My wife wanted to be independent but her parents wouldn't let us go until she gave birth later. I'm rattled. The name is money, I'm afraid if too long stored it will run out. I thought our house could be rented for about a year. It was only after that that that we lived after our baby was born and the parents allowed it! But it turns out that finding a house that fits is difficult too!"

"What region do you want?"

"My wife wants to be in the suburbs of Jakarta. Around Depok, Bojong, Citayam. It's not too far from the highway either. If you take a new housing, on average a little remote location."

I'm pensive. What house bu Hafsah according to Arif's choice, huh?! Is it okay if I tell him that currently the owner of the house I mean is in debt and needs money immediately.

"My ex-wife lives in Bojong. His home is not far from the Bojong Gede railway station. There are neighbors exactly, currently want to sell his house. I need money because I have a problem. I wanted to go to Rosa's house to borrow money to buy the house. But, uh, I'm not feeling good. Maybe the house suits you and my wife."

"When can you take me to see the location?"

"Actually tomorrow around 9am I'll be there again. I haven't seen my son in a long time. If you want, you can be with me, Rif!"

"You got a vehicle?"

"I got on the train. Go home and take the bike I can no longer. Understandably, factor U! Hehehe...!"

"okay! I'm taking the train. What's your number? Let me have an easy time contacting him."

"Will you go tomorrow?"

"I can take a day off. Can I come, brother?"

"May I too!..."

"I promise I won't interrupt your meeting with Ranti and your son!" cutting it fast was like feeling a wedge in my heart. I'm afraid Ranti misunderstood and also saw my complicated friendship with Arif.

"How much does the homeowner offer?"

"150 million, but Mrs Hafsah said 120 million were released. Because it's a little time to pay the debt."

"Okay, deal! Tomorrow we meet at Gondangdia station. How's it?"

I'm nodding. We split up the goal after that. I called my father to say that I slept tonight on my contract at Mount Sahari. While Arif Borne returned to Bungur, where his wife.

I was thinking about my meeting with Arif Borne again. Hhh.... Why am I so reckless because it was directly open to him when our friendship was still a baby. I don't know Arif any deeper yet, but why am I so open about trusting him. Moreover, why should I tell about the house of Hafsah ma'am who incidentally is Ranti's neighbor. What if the house ends up being Arif's. How will Ranti comfort later. Oh God! Hhhh.... I'm so reckless.

Hhh.... Again this long breath that I can breathe out. Why is my life so complicated? Why do we seem to be on the same page. All the answers I was looking for but I couldn't find them. There's just a big question mark. All are divine mysteries. Does my relationship, Arif and Ranti really have to continue to intersect? Again a big question mark.

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