INTROVERT LOVE'S
Episode 13's
He's Home.
Weekdays
It becomes the moon
Morning I remember you
My night remembers you
It's all the same
Since you left
I'll just wait for you
Until you return
And won't leave me again
I don't know when
Waiting for you is still
Faithful to me I promise
Until you can come back
Together live the day
As if a true musician, my voice went up and down, whimpering to the point of choking out the poem of Khalil Gibran
that's so hard in front of the mirror. Suddenly I stopped when a message notification sounded from the Facebook chat tab that lit up.
[Alhamdulillah, I am good.]
I'm surprised, can't believe it, it's Ara! He replied to a message I sent a few months ago.
[Can I go online? Is this serious you? No more hacks?]
[I'm back home.]
[At home?] many enthusiast.
[Yes, where else?]
[When did you arrive? On holiday?]
[It's been a week at home, tomorrow it's back to the cottage.]
[Well? Why is it not news?] I'm disappointed. Muntab, but I hold.
[Nr ..].
[Yes?]
[I can say something?]
[Still the old thing?]
[Perhaps, may?] manya.
[Yes, can.]
[I am k a n g e n.]
[What are you talking about?]
[That's okay, huh?] askaku.
[Silent, detained, istighfar, praying.]
[I'm sorry, yes] The atmosphere has changed, lara dominates the chest, because the longing I hold seems to get no reply.
[Eh, have you started memorizing? How many have you been?]
[Not many, you're still long in the cottage? How long is it over?]
[I'm still here a long time.]
[What the hell, I wait.]
[Wait what?]
[You.]
[You want to be
the ustad?]
[Hopefully, why?] askaku.
[Mama said you were studying religion.]
[Mama also supported me.]
[Serious class, Han.]
[Not trying. Can I go home tomorrow?]
[Can.]
[Ready, tomorrow I bring you your favorite cake.]
I've been waiting for five minutes, there's a lot of things I want to tell you but the chat just got there, Ara's been offline.
I was restless, to close my eyes was very difficult, wanting to get to the morning faster, to visit him.
That night I prepared all the necessities, ironed the clothes, collected perfume and deodorant in one place so that tomorrow was not late, choosing the cake with the most beautiful box, the most beautiful, put it in a different cupboard so that tomorrow it's easier to pack.
***
the way my heart is pounding plus Mama who keeps flirting, Mama says her bike does not need to be too tight, patient. Though at that time the speed was only up to 40 Km/hour.
On the veranda Mother Nisa is sweeping, Mama said her greetings, Mother Nisa was surprised like the arrival of a guest that she very much hoped for.
“How are you, Ma'am? I have been playing here for a long time.”
“Okay, Mommy also rarely plays to the store. Where's ara? Said go home?” ask Mama enthusiastically.
“Iya,Mr. Ara came home yesterday, a week at home, malaria.”
“Ha, seriously? Mommy why do we Ngabarin, anyway? Buttered
bener.” Mom's disappointed.
“Which Country is now? In dalem? Are you healed?” Mom curious.
“Just left earlier, Ma'am. Shabuh with her father.”
“Kok don't call first? Didn't Ara call you last night, Han?” Mama looked at me.
“Mbak, sorry well, there are things I want to say, may we enter first.” Mama said without saying much, I realized something was wrong.
“Maa, Mother. Hanan to the market for a second, huh? Anyone would like to buy for college assignments.” In order to close my disappointment I had to lie, in fact I did not know where to take myself when for no apparent reason Ara closed herself off.
“Let's pick up Mama dzuhur, huh? Or afternoon little ga what,” said Mama.
“Han, do not enter first? Mommy cooks well, breakfast first?” Mother looked at me with guilt.
“Udah Mommy, will be wrapped, so that Mama who brought, can it be Maaaa?” I'm trying to break the rigidity.
“Siap bosssss.” mama stuck out two thumbs and then rolled my eyes at me, I really understand the point, mama asked for space.
With a stoic feeling made up, I tried to entertain myself, circling the city on a motorcycle, raising the speed when the streets were quiet who knew the disappointment could go, carried by the wind, lost and will not return.
***
Just about to turn off the room lights, Mama came up to me with a glass of hot Milo, it seemed like the night was going to be
become a little longer.
“Udah sleepy, babe?”
“Almost, Ma.”
“Where there is sleepiness that is almost.”
“This is.” I chuckle.
“Eh, yes. Where's sai? I haven't been here in a long time.”
“Engga knows, Ma. Busy courtship time inanya.”
“Tomorrow you tell him to go home, Mama wants to give him work, ga politely use ngehilang.”
“Iya Ma,” I replied briefly. Still not excited.
“Han, last night really Ara contacted you?”
“Iya Ma, why?”
“On that morning, you need an explanation?”
“Ma, what's wrong if I miss?”
“Engga coc.” Mama rubbed my head gently.
“Tadi, Mother Nisa story, Ara has undergone many changes that baiiik.”
“What's up, Ma? Treating me this way is good too?”
“Means you were horrified first.”
“Good news first Ara already memorized 8 juz.”
“Ha? Just how many months has this got so many”
I'm aghast. On the other hand feel dwarfed.
“Secondly, thank God Ara is now getting more active
worship.”
“Truly, Ma? Thank goodness.”
“Yes, really, conceptualize? He's more awake.”
“I can no longer joke with him huh, Ma?”
“Certainly can, if later you are married.” Mama
smile, try to convince..
“But, Ma ...”
“You should feel lucky, he turned into
better to take care of yourself, please,
especially to others.” Mama cut my talk.
“Ma, what if I'm not her type anymore?”
“The answer is in you, dear.”
“Follow him,
now it should be more diligent, huh?” continue mama.
“Iya,” I nodded slowly, trying to brace myself. Starting that night, I often argued with myself. Should I be better because of God? Or for a woman I wanted.
