IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Morning not as good as dawn

"Kayra" call sister Maryam as soon as she descends from the congregational dawn prayer.

"ah, yes brother" we finally walked the three back to the pavilion house.

It has been almost a week Siska diligently wake up at dawn, so that I am not alone anymore to go out of the congregation prayer house.

"later if it's starting to light, accompany brother to walk in the rice fields yuk" he asked.

"by sis. Siska also yes" answered me, accepting the invitation of sister Maryam.

"may" answered Maryam briefly.

"the baby again wants to go to the rice fields, brother? " Siska asked.

"huh, not really. There are no babies yet" sister Maryam replied with a faint smile. Then we entered each other's rooms.

Siska and I chose to continue teaching the Quran. There is no study of dawn as usual, maybe because of the event last night, the students are still tired so given enough time to return to rest.

The evening began to disappear. Dawn also said hello to ending the darkness of the night. Looks so charming, accompanied by a sweep of morning air that slightly makes the skin shudder. Yes, at this time the earth of Indonesia has been in the dry season. The air feels dry and becomes cooler. But that doesn't mean you have to lock yourself in your room, does it? moreover, I made an appointment with sister Maryam.

This week I have cleared my schedule. Because a few weeks ago, there were students who asked for private lessons at home. Just keep increasing my job, it feels to think about sleeping time I do not have.

"ready ready? " ask sister Maryam as soon as she comes out of the room. Because Siska and I sat on the porch first. Enjoy the twilight while sipping warm energen.

"sister Nicho is not coming? " ask me, when I see sister Maryam walking out of the room alone.

"no. He said he had his own plan, Bilal. Wanna do that"

"owh" I answered while nodding my head. Then we started the three way to the rice fields behind the pesantren.

In the morning the rice fields are crowded. Many people work in the fields. Indeed there are santri-santri who are assigned to take care, but there are still workers who work.

We walked down the path. Enjoy the morning breeze accompanied by the sun that began to show itself. Beautiful, cool, it feels peaceful in the heart. It is not wrong if sister Maryam likes this activity.

After we got tired of walking, we stopped by a small hut. Men selonjukkan feet while watching the green rice that swayed in the wind. The birds take turns to find food. The essence of this earth can still be enjoyed, in the midst of the noise of the city that goes back and forth non-stop vehicles.

"Kayra" deg, my heart was already feeling bad when sister Maryam mentioned my name.

"yes sister" I replied, trying to set the sound to sound ordinary.

"you never told the same sister, about Bilal's brother" Maryam began to interrogate.

"it's not so big brother, it was close to the wedding of my sister. You must be busy, I thought"

"so, the wedding time of the sister was. pantesan kak Bilal dandan maximal" said sister Maryam.

It ended with a flashback story a few months ago. It's wet, inevitably have to tell the full story.

Sis Maryam commented at the same time telling me about the figure of Ustadz Bilal, which I had never known and never found out. Even I don't want to know.

Why should I be at this point. Knowing what I don't want to know. There was a bit of regret with my attitude towards ustadz Bilal the other day.

But no, do not let what I know make my heart doubt again. Because until now I know, Ustadz Bilal still put his hopes on me. It's just that the sharp gaze that once plagued me, has now turned into attention.

The full story of the 3 princes I have told. My relationship with Dian has improved as well Kak Jo who is depressed because of a broken heart.

"huh, if you know it will be complicated like this. Why not accept ustadz Bilal aja yes at that time" said I jokingly respond to the advice of Maryam and Siska who alternated. I heard the advice of 3M.

"the offer still stands, if you will" someone's voice made you instantly dumbfounded. The three of us sat facing the green expanse of rice, unaware of the arrival of Ustadz Bilal and brother Nicholas. Since when were they there?

It's a shame mixed up, no shame.

Some say speech is prayer, do not.do not. People also say the words witnessed by the angel can be fulfilled. Do not let ustadz Bilal take things seriously and make things complicated again.

I'm still quietly glued. Because of the thing that just happened, also because it was amazed to see the fresh. The more here the appearance of Ustadz Bilal the more visible the younger only.

"Kay, ayok. Want to keep on being put on here?" siska's pull made me realize. Then I stood up and walked in the backmost position.

My feelings have not returned to normal. Between shame, fear, guilt. "ah, why so easy baper gini anyway me" grumbled me inwardly.

The next instant, "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" I cried out long

bbyyuurrr, I fell into a field field that has not been planted. I accidentally slipped because I was walking too far. The mud soiled my body, almost half of my legs were submerged in mud.

"Kayra, why did it fall? " without Maryam's sister gently.

"Come, hahhaahhah. Your father, after traveling to the rice fields even jatoh" different from Siska, he just laughed at me.

Deftly Nicholas and Ustad Bilal helped me. Pull my hands together so I can get out of the mud. Lucky not too high distance between the path with the rice field map.

"His mud is deep huh? " ask ustadz Bilal.

"iya ustad" I replied without further ado. Now I walk ahead, Ustadz Bilal walks behind me. While brother Nicholas, take care of his beloved wife. Not to be lucky like me.

Upon arrival at the pavilion house I immediately cleaned myself up. After changing the bath with Siska, we went to the main house. We were waiting there for breakfast together.

It's been a week and I've never eaten at the main residence. Because I left early and came home late. It feels kangen also with the taste of the cuisine there.

Some of the family members were already sitting in front of the dining table when Siska and I arrived. There was a slight feeling of embarrassment to the extended family, as I had rejected a proposal from one of their family members. But also a little lost sense of awkward when with them. Because in fact they are all good, care, friendly, cool. Except for one little boy, the prankster king. Which always seduces me and makes me shy.