Just a Bond

Panicked

Basic Kinan is stubborn. He didn't know I had been in a mess all day looking for Najwa. Uh, not all day ding either. From after Asar I slept in the place of prayer.

“Where are you looking, Nan? What time is it? I need a break too.”

“If you really want to fight for Najwa, there should be no words of despair, confusion, or whatever it is, Han. There are many ways that you can do, only you who do not want to try.”

Still will not win if faced with Kinan. Ah, crap! I imagined Najwa's position when arguing with me. Is something like this also what Najwa feels? I always dominated the debate.

“Argh! Didn't think a Najwa could make me this confused!” I shouted, who was then rewarded with a loud laughter from Kinan. Truly a brash friend. His friend again had trouble even laughed at.

"Because of karma, right, you? Kualat, tuh. So do not like to torture your own wife," ledek Kinan.

"Yes, the quality if you torture your own wife. But there's no karma to torture you, right?"

I'm really upset with Kinan this time. He's even laughing. Geez, could I have a friend like Kinan? Not understanding at all his friend.

"Try it if you can, Han. What treatment do you want to torture me for, hem?" challenge Kinan.

"I fired my friend and the studio worker just found out how you feel."

"That's doang? Small-time. Stay open your own studio business, invite friends photography children on campus."

"Gosh, this kid why can you argue like this anyway? Since when do you try? The feeling of college kalem-kalem aja."

“Kinan gitu lo. Must be the difference between college and graduation." I started to tighten the grip on the phone. Kinan is sometimes annoying like this indeed. But, if he really fired me, it could mess up my efforts. One of the drivers of the RKF is Kinan.

"Udah, ah. Sorry for talking about your debate." Adem it feels right Kinan said that. But--- "Inadvertently anyway, let you get hotter and boiling." I've been grinding my teeth. Long Kinan made emotions, wanted to throw it into the sea.

"This time I'm serious, Han. You've called Najwa yet?” ask Kinan then after a long time making me dick. “Eh, but I'm not sure if you have Najwa.” I was pensive to hear that. Let alone the phone number, talking is very limited.

But .... “Nan, it's already, yes. Thank you for being like my bullied mother from last afternoon.” I immediately disconnected the phone with Kinan without waiting for the man's approval. I remember when my HP was left in the garden next to Dad's house. At that time, Najwa helped me find my HP by calling him. Immediately I'll take the call log. There are some new numbers out there.

I hope there's a Najwa number.

One-two calls on the first number, the phone is already connected but unanswered. I tried to spread myself even more and waited for the number that kicked out Ayu Ting-ting's Fake Address song as the ringtone of her call. Still, I got no answer. I decided to call the second unknown number, it even had one of the shop's customers. So also with the new numbers the third, four and five. All of them were shop and studio customers who were somehow not stored in my contacts. There's only one last number I haven't called.

“Yes Allah, may this be true number Najwa.” Slowly, I pressed the call button there. One or two times, the call has not been answered. Just on the third call, there was the voice of a man from across the street.

“Halo, who is this?” My body stiffened as soon as it recognized whose voice it was. These lips spontaneously close. “Halo. What is it about Najwa? Najwa rest again. Who is this, huh?”

Mas Reza's! I'm sure Najwa's disappearance was Mas Reza's. Couldn't he have picked up Najwa's phone if he wasn't with his sister?

Slowly, this hand gripped the phone tightly. I don't think Najwa will involve his family in this matter. But it turns out ... “Damn it!” I shouted after previously disconnecting the call without a single word spoken.

I don't know why I feel angry about this. Why did Najwa complain to her brother? I immediately slammed the phone into the bed, and threw myself in it. Intentions directly memgejankan eyes, remembering this self has not fulfilled the obligation. Although heavy, I rose again to perform worship.

After the prayer, I immediately laid the body back on the bed. Let you say I'm selfish right now. I need a break. The head that had been forced to think hard was boiling until it was steaming. I'll think about how to solve this problem tomorrow.

***

“Farhan! Wake up! What time is it? Have you prayed dawn?” It wasn't Najwa's voice that was heard this morning, but Mother's loud scream surprised me. I immediately got up to hear the scream with eyes still bristling, resisting sleepiness.

“For you to say?! It's nine o'clock, you said it's morning?!”

Like ice water, instantly the drowsiness just disappeared. Eyes that are still difficult to open immediately glared. Scroll wall clock, it turns out true what Mother said.

“Sorry, Mother. I'm so sleepy. It was dawn prayer, kok.”

“Why are you? Tumben-tumbenan like? Kinan and Reyhan said from this morning call you, but no lifting. Hence Mother directly here.”

Gosh darn. The two children love to come to Mommy if I'm lazy to the studio.

“Yesterday just got home from Dad's house. I'm tired of driving.” And abis world war with Mother's favorite daughter-in-law.

“Najwa where to? Why is the clock so messy? In the kitchen there is no breakfast.”

My heartbeat suddenly raced faster than usual. Mother is really sensitive to everything. The panic hit again, making the head of the deceased pulsate back pain.

What do I have to answer? How will Mother react if her daughter-in-law runs away from home?

“Farhan!”

Spontaneously, I cover two ears with my hands when Mother screams again. My round voice was quite loud as well.

I was still silent, confused to explain what it was like to Mother. Then, the phone suddenly rang. Immediately I looked for the existence of the electronic object, it was under the pillow. Well, thankfully it's not downed by the guy. If not, it can no longer be used. I frowned as soon as I saw the name of the sender of the short message on my WhastApp.

Mas Gibran

Farhan, is today busy? If not, I want to meet you. There's something I want to say.

Again the heart beats. The panic continues to grow. Not just about Mommy, but this is Najwa's first sister. This is the first time Mas Gibran sent me a message during his acquaintance after that proposal. The question of what my first brother-in-law wanted to talk about and say began to cross my brain.

“Farhan, message from whom?” Mother's voice was heard again.

I looked up, looked at Mommy for a moment. “Mother, later .. I'd like to see Mas Gibran first, yes. Mommy still wants to be here?”

“Neg. Mommy comes here just want to check on your situation. Mommy wants to go home, I said I want to come back today from Sumenep.”

I just nodded to Mother's words. I kissed with reverence the hand of the woman who gave birth to me when she came home. The house I live in is actually not too far from Mother. Only that, he was often busy, so he only came here occasionally.

After the departure of Mother, I immediately get ready to meet Mas Gibran at the approved place earlier on WhatsApp.

***

Hayo. This isn't Mas Reza, lo. What would Mas Gibran do? Kuy comment. 💙

Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Friday, 17 September 2021