I'm Sure He's My Match

The Cottage And Love I Don't Want

The cottage is a house full of warmth, love and affection, that's my opinion. After graduating from junior high school, I was transferred from the junior cottage to the senior specialty cottage. There, I made many friends starting from younger age, some even older. The most interesting thing, I was put together with a group of people that I never liked, starting from his lifestyle, attitude and other things. They were my upperclassmen when I was in the junior cottage. And even stranger to this day they are my best friends in the cottage. I can't believe destiny happens that way.

I was in the hut appointed as treasurer by the chief rohis. At that time, the spirit was Kang Miftah. His real name is Miftah Tirta Anjaya, he is two years older than me.

Every twentyth, I deposit money to Kang Miftah. The position of our njai place is blocked by the hijab or long fabric barrier room. So, I met Kang Miftah behind the hijab.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Say hello to whoever is behind the hijab.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Someone answered my greeting.

"Is there Kang Miftah?"My toot.

"This is Miftah's kang." While there was a small laugh, I don't know what they were laughing at behind the hijab.

"Oh yes, this money infak this month, the amount is all Rp.250.000,00." I'm talking behind that hijab.

"Thank you, Vi. Ehh, don't forget to make the one that doesn't have to be immediately, because the money wants to be used to buy a new whiteboard and other cottage needs."

"Yes ready, kang." I went back to njai's place.

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The next night, I met Kang Miftah in the cottage yard. Kang Miftah approached me.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Vi."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, kang."

"Vi, has anyone paid the infak money again?"

"Not yet, it was just yesterday. Anyway, I haven't had time to meet the other akhwat, this just went up." Coincidentally the njai room for senior santri in the upper room.

"Oh, yes." Kang Miftah

"Yes, kang. I go first, kang."

"Yes please."....."eh.. Vi bentar!"

"What, kang?" Stopping my footsteps.

"Will go home by yourself?"

"No, kang. There's Lilis, I'm with Lilis."

"Well...." The soft voice was almost inaudible.

I went to a private cottage, my conversation with Kang Miftah was just about the cottage, it was often and it was nothing more than a conversation about it. Somehow that night, Kang Miftah asked who I was coming home with, even though Kang Miftah was a person who did not like stale. I think it's ridiculous for a Miftah Tirta Anjaya. My mind became unfocused because of that, a thing I shouldn't have thought about.

At exactly 21:00 pak ustadz ended his studies and I immediately went home. The road to my house is dark and surrounded by cassava trees that do not know how many. The distance between Lilis and my house is not far, but because the cassava trees make our house look distant.. I was afraid of the darkness, around the trees there were no lights so I ran from Lilis house to my house. Night running turns out to be the same, cape haha.

After meeting a bright place not far from my house, I saw someone in front of the house, I just went to him. The closer, the more clear the face.

"Miftah's Kang?" I'm shocked.

"Hehe.. Yes, Vi. Assalamu'alaikum"

"Wa'alaikumussalam, kang."

"Well, who's here?" Reduced my tone of voice for fear that someone at home would hear.

"You running?" He turned back and ignored my question.

"Yes, hehe."

"Other times ask anther Brotherhood to anterin you go home, right mr. ustadz also not forbid, for the sake of security and your good as well."

"No, kang. I'm used to going home with Lilis, myself brave, I can fight this fear anyway, no matter why just cape, hehe."

"Yes, still. I'm worried!"

"Huh? What's kang?"

"What's? What did I just say?"

"Hm... No, kang." I'm flustered.

I can't offer Kang Miftah to enter the house because I don't think I'll be able to answer all the questions from the house later, that's the question, why the nights go home, yes anyway like that.

"Kang, is there anything important about what I'm here for?"

"No, Vi. I just want to know that you're home safe."

"Hmmmm, thanks, kang. I went in first yeah, it's been too tonight." End conversation.

"Vi?" Escorted back.

"Yes, kang?"

"You meet or part, don't forget to say hello!"

"Eh, yes. Sorry, assalamu'alaikum." I was embarrassed to forget to say hello.

I went into the house and rushed to the bathroom to brush my teeth, clean my hands and feet. Then, go into the room to sleep because tomorrow you have to go to school.

At 04:30, I woke up from my bed and went to the bathroom, waiting to perform dawn prayers. Finish the morning prayer, help mama clean up the house, sweep my room, mama's room, living room, kitchen and front yard. Unexpectedly on the front page, I found a gift parcel, a beautiful gift with blue gift paper flowers and my name written on the gift. I was confused by the gift and immediately kept it in the room because the time had shown at 06:15. I need to get ready to go to school.

Arriving at school, I ignored all the other events, focused on learning and spending time with friends at breaks and free hours.

After school, I had time to rest because at 18:30 I had to go back to the cottage.

I went to the cottage and there was no one. I open the phone and see the date, apparently if that night is Friday night, every night Jurmat schedule naji at the holiday cottage. I don't remember it maybe because of his spirit njai. Not long after that, I went straight back home. Seeing that there was a gift that had not been able to open the contents, I immediately took the gift and opened it.

The white paper said:

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi.

Blue clouds adorn the sky, birds fly with wings

lovely.

The green leaves were swaying, touched by the wind was apparently beautiful.

O Khumairah, the beautiful creature of my Lord...

There is nothing beautiful in this world without love.

Love is the gift of the Creator

it will never escape from a human being.

Uh, uh ah can't do words anymore, hehe.

Make the Riviera Anggreani, I'm Miftah Tirta Anjaya, actually.....

Actually, I like you.

There are feelings that cannot be defined,

I don't know what I saw from you so I could have this feeling

to you.

Feelings of affection, fear of loss that unite into love.

Who knows when it will start to stick to me.

A person's feelings are not to be forced and not to be silenced

It all takes courage and clarity.

I can't force you to return this feeling

And I don't have to keep this feeling quiet for too long

just a wishful thinking.

It's not that I dare to convey it directly to you,

However, I know you're a woman who doesn't like to stay long

with Ikhwan.

For that, I write my feelings on paper.

I hope you understand my feelings.

Oh, aye. It's me a souvenir. Last week, I went to Demak,

I didn't buy anything just look at this tasbih, I'm interested and I

want you to wear this prayer beads when you're thinking about remembering your Robb.

Hopefully helpfully.......

Miftah Tirta Anjaya

After reading the letter, I was stunned, shocked and confused. I think it touched my heart because it was the first letter I got from a man. I didn't expect Kang Miftah to have feelings for me. Unfortunately, I don't have the slightest feeling for Kang Miftah. After I opened the gift, I went to the bathroom to pick up the wudlu and carry out my duty of Isya prayer. Finish the prayer, immediately do schoolwork and get ready for bed.

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The next night, Kang Miftah and I met in the cottage yard. Kang Miftah approached and greeted me with a smile.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Vi."

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Kang.'

"Vi?"

"Yes, Kang."

"Have you opened last night's gift on your front page?" Kang Miftah hesitated to ask that

"Hmmmm, yeah kang, already. Thanks for the cleaning, God willing it's useful." Didn't discuss what Kang Miftah really meant.

"Oh yeah, same, Vi. About it?"

"What's the matter, Kang?" Pretending not to know.

"What about my feelings?" Ask Kang Miftah.

For a moment I breathed.

"........please sorry kang I consider a brother rohis that I must respect, I do not save more feelings." Putting your head down because you shouldn't say that.

"Eh, kang. I go first, assalamu'alaikum." Leave Kang Miftah

"Wa'alaikumussalam." He was disappointed with Rivi's response that night.

I do not hold feelings of love for Kang Miftah because there are others who have filled my heart. Even though I know she doesn't necessarily hold her feelings for me, it might not even. He was my classmate in High School.