Is There Another Love in Your Heart?

Gathering

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This morning I went to school happily. Meeting students for a teacher was entertainment. For a moment you can forget about the problem. I am too. There is happiness in itself. That is why teachers are often told that they are young. Sharing knowledge is fun. Get the jariyah reward too.

Today I have teaching hours until 10 a.m. After school plan to pack the goods at the boarding house. The next day, the same guest as the host. At my mother's request, I will return home.

While teaching there is a call from a connected loudspeaker in each class.

[Sorry mommy who is teaching a class. Call to Ibu Saidah there are guests.at waiting at the picket table].

The melodious voice of the picket teacher blared. I stopped my talk for a moment. The call was repeated again. I listened carefully to the call on the speaker. My kids are asking to be quiet. After being sure my name is called, then I say goodbye to the students of class XII to leave the class.

“Kids Mother stay a while yes.there are guests. You guys keep practicing. Please don't be too many. Interrupting the next class. Ohya one more, please do not come out,” my message to the students.

That's how being a teacher in today's era, must often remind students not to be bored.

“Good Buuuu.” They answered in unison.

I went down the stairs straight to the picket table. While walking I remember, in this week did not feel calling the guardian of the student. Usually guests who go to school are always related to student affairs.

At the picket table four teachers were sitting. There are some students waiting for permission.

“Bu Saida there are nyari njengan guests,” said Mr. Yani once knew my presence while allowing the guest to follow me.

“Sorry, walimurid who is sir? I asked the male guest who might be two or three years above me.

“Mbak Saida yes?”

“Enggeh I Sir. Why Mr who? Ask again. She smiles. We just met for the first time.

“Let's go to the teacher's room only Pak.” I invited the guest to follow me.

“Monggo please sit.”

I let him sit in front of me. Fortunately the teacher room was quiet again because it was still teaching hours. There were only two teachers in the room that were twice the size of the classroom. One is correcting the work of students. The other one in front of the laptop.

“What can I help you with, Sir?”

“I Fais Mbak. Misan mas Zulfan's. Sorry, this is the first time yes we met.”

I stammered. My face that was just now shuffled immediately. Silent for a while.

“So the time of Ma'am's wedding, I again got types so can't come.”

“Iya is fine, Fais.”I'm nagging.

“Ohya. Yesterday I went to the boarding house that way.what is a rose yes Mbak.but he said Mbak had moved long ago. Mas Zulfan was very disappointed because I came without Ma'am. That's why I'm here now.”

“Can you go straight to the point, Fais? I'm leaving class. How's things? Is he still there?”

The throat felt like it was choking in disappointment. Maybe my question seems strange. These eyes are already foggy. With great difficulty I dammed so that the grains do not drip. That's always how I remember it.

“This is precisely Mbak, I was told Mas Zulfan to meet Mbak. Can you come with me now?”

I kept quiet while keeping my heart. It was delicious after all this time to give news.

“You know that I still have teaching hours. later ten new hours selesei.”

My expression was flat from withstanding the upset.

“Then I wait in front of you. Warkop front of school.”

“Good. I want to go on condition.. You have to tell me everything. Never be covered up. Actually, I assumed she never existed.”

“Siap Mbak's. I'll tell you everything later. Then I say goodbye first. Sorry to interrupt your time.”

I'm nodding.

Fais left the teacher's room. While I rushed towards the classroom on the second floor. My concentration is starting to get messed up. But I have to be professional.

The children who sounded rowdy from outside the classroom immediately shut up and sat sweetly in their seats as soon as they found out about my presence.

“There are difficulties for children? Sapaku went around the class to see their work.

“Tidaak, Mom!”

The first break bell rang loudly. The cheerful voice of the excited students was blaring in some classrooms.

I packed a laptop, a teacher's agenda and a teaching handbook. Then leave the class immediately. Laptop put in a backpack. While the other stuff, I put it on the teacher's desk. After that I took a step towards the parking lot to take the bike. As I promised Fais, I met him at the front of the school.

“Hey, Where are you in a hurry, Jeng?”

greet Bu Rita who passed by me.

“There's a need, Mom!” answer's short.

“Back again right?” tanyanya.

“Maybe not, Mom. Urgen.”

“There's a Mr. Boss you know.”

I smile.”My watch is up,” I said lirih.

“Okey titi dj yes!”

I nodded while accelerating.

Seeing my arrival Fais looked up. He put the newspaper in his hand.

“Eh Mbak, all the time?” (Have you taught him?).

“Iya already,” I replied briefly. I looked at the man who was sipping coffee in front of me.

“You want to order a drink Mbak?”

“No need.” I'm shaking.

“Fais!” bated say.

“Come tell me!?” Fais nodded slowly. I've prepared a wad of tissue in the bag.

“Iya Ma'am. I want to tell you from the beginning. So that Mbak understands and does not misunderstand.”

“Mbak may still remember yes. when mas Zulfan send a message..say out of town for three days.” I'm trying to remember.

“Iya. I was only two weeks together. So I remember all, her treatment of me.” I threw my face at the seemingly deserted road.

“Actually that message typed me. At the request of Zulfan. He was seriously injured.”

My eyes glare at the thought of what happened almost three months ago. When I saw some bruises on his body.

“Ustadz Burhan beat him to a pulp.”

I'm aghast.

“Ustadz Burhan who is it?”

“His son Abah, who has a cottage.”

“Why can it be like that. There can't be smoke if there's no fire.”

“Ngge. (Yes right) I know Mas Zulfan Mbak. Insyallah straight man. Not because we are still brothers.”

“So his wife Ustadz Burhan named Annisa was.before marrying ustadz Burhan was once close to Mas Zulfan. Not dating Mbak.”

This chest feels boiling. I bit my lips without saying a word.

“He was the coach. It turns out that secretly ustadz Burhan also put his heart. Shortly thereafter, he proposed to Annisa. Of course Nisa prefers Ustad Burhan. He is kyai's son. They finally got married. But Mas kept being nice and legowo.”

I took a heavy breath and exhaled slowly. Fais continued his story.

“The name is still a complex. Sometimes we still meet. Nisa still often ask for help. Actually just that is not more. Never occasionally vent, but Mas often did not respond because he was afraid it could cause slander. From there, that's why Mas kekeh want to resign from there. The plan is already round. Especially since Abah died, who led Ustadz Burhan. Not like his father. The atmosphere is very different. Almost everyone can feel it. Then Mas Zulfan made a letter of resignation. Because Ustadz Burhan is still out of town, so yeah have to wait.”

Fais was stirring up a little coffee.

“When it happened, I was there. Same Ustadz Azzam who from the new you know.maybe Mas ever story.”

I'm nodding. Zulfan had mentioned a little about this.

“Sore was while we were chatting, Annisa sent a message to the mas. He asked for help to fix the electricity at home. Because there was no one at that time. Ustadz Burhan is out of town. There was only him and his little son. Actually, I hesitated, and asked Nisa to ask for help. Finally because there is nothing else, Mas to there.” Until here Fais paused for a moment. I looked at him impatiently.

“Terus?”

“This is sorry yes Ma'am..when mas fix the electrical connection, suddenly Nisa swerved from behind. Of course, I'm surprised not a bitch. How come (coincidentally) Ustadz Burhan who should come tomorrow, hasten his return. Of course he was furious to see that inappropriate scene. Then beat it all out. He tried to explain but could not. He is already confused. Zulfan did not fight at all. We heard there was a commotion and headed straight there. Unthinkable in our minds, events would be like this. We believe Mas Zulfan is not that low.”

“Miss?” ask me with a snarl and sniffle tone.

“When we got there, Nisa cried in fear. He is the one who turns the facts around. He accused Mas Zulfan of seducing him.”

“Then we took the mas to the clinic because the wound was quite severe. There is no other option, it must be hospitalized. That night with the same thoughts Ma'am Saida. How to explain everything. Finally he asked me to type a message into Mbk. His hands were bleeding and he couldn't make a tick. Three days later his condition began to improve.I drove him to the boarding house night-night. Actually the condition is said to be fit yes not yet. He said he already misses out on Mbak.”

I sobbed.

“He didn't tell you the truth.” I'm lirih.

“Because I don't want to make Mbak sad. Mas Zulfan loves you very much Ma'am.”

My tears are flowing unstoppably.

“Well if this happened.begin the story. Two days if it's not wrong after the incident, you can call out from who the unknown number is. The caller asked Mas Zulfan to immediately take all his belongings in the cottage. Then I called. I agreed to drive him. At that time I offered to pick up the mas at the boarding house. But he refused. He said let's hurry, he took the bike home. After that, we went to the cottage by car. So I waited at home while preparing the car. Naas, car accident. The scene is near the house. His hands and feet were broken. There are wounds on the head as well. But Alhamdulillah he is still given a long life.”

“Why didn't you contact me?”

“That time, I just thought I should save his life immediately. Condition's panicking. I waited alone in the hospital. Abah same umi again umrah. While the wife again in the house of in-laws because there was a brother was very sick and a few days later died. Want to call Mbak also can not, because I do not know the number njengan. hapenya mas destroyed. So it just so happened that a lot of time.”

“Mas Zulfan comma for five days. After conscious trials do not stop here mbak. So this is amnesia. Short term memory loss. Blank remembers nothing. I honestly was in a deep shock. Thank God he slowly recovered after two weeks. The first one he called was just the name Ma'am. I offered him to call njenengan. But he refused. Mas Zulfan felt inappropriate. While he can only be sprawled on a hospital bed.”

My crying is getting unstoppable. I don't care about the people who see me.

“Alhamdulillah currently Mas Zulfan can walk. No more wearing aids, ma'am. His memory had also recovered by a hundred percent. There is only one more treatment that must be lived.”

I looked at Fais.

“Installation of headstones. Plans to go to the hospital tomorrow. The operation is still awaiting the doctor's certainty. Insign in this week.”

“Mas would love to meet with Mbak. That's why I asked to meet the njenengan. Come Mbak!”

This chest is rumbling. My crying can't stop. I picked up a tissue to wipe away the tears. Swiping slowly. Fais was silent in his seat while waiting for me to stabilize. A few minutes passed.

“Come!"

I stood up and stepped out into the parking lot. Fais soon followed after making the payment.

Fais got on the bike and I followed him in the back.

The air is so hot. While we had to break through among the large vehicles that came in and out of the factory. Such is the view in the industrial area. You have to be careful when driving.

My mind is still floating. Imagine my husband being seriously injured. While the streets are creeping. The heat of the sun burns the skin. I did not dare to crucify when the long-sized trontoon truck was in front of me. Better to follow behind him. When the traffic jam is new I can squeak in between. A few tears were still dripping down her cheeks. I wiped it with my hijab dangling.

About forty-five minutes I had reached Fais' house in Legundi.

There was already waiting for Fais's extended family and also my mother-in-law. My mother-in-law sobbed and hugged me for a long time. It feels like I'm spilling all the weight in this chest. Then I turned to Fais' mother. The middle-aged woman hugged while whispering to me to be patient.

“You now, Ma'am? Mas Zulfan is in the room.”

I'm nodding.

I can't wait to see my husband. There are millions of regrets about having been sued against him all this time. I have so many mistakes.

I followed Fais's steps. He knocked on the door and opened it slowly.

“Assalamu aleikum.”.

“Waalaikum greetings.” Zulfan's voice sounded from inside the room. I'm getting shaky. Body feels weak.

“Mas.see who came.”

Fais smiled as he gave me a way by shifting his body. He nodded at me. I stepped slowly. Zulfan has just closed the Quranic mushaf. Netra we met. I felt my body float. My eyes blurred and suddenly darkened the entire room. After that I was okay. I fainted.

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