Lightly Longing

Delete it? We're Married!

"Pesantren?" I said again that made Mr. Arbi look at it for a while and then drove the bike fast. I reflexively hugged his body.

That paper, I was afraid I'd fall. I was busy flanking him. Mr. Arbi pulled my hand to tighten his embrace.

"I'm afraid you're falling."

We continued down the road far from the city. Either will lead to where Mr. Arbi is headed. His backpack he put in front of his chest. His hands were complete with black gloves.

"Sir, I'm still wondering where we're going" I shouted, partly carried by the wind. Hair is definitely messy.

"Follow it, Ta."

After a half-hour drive, Mr. Arbi stopped at a mosque. He parked his bike near the bathroom.

I tried to comb my hair by hand. I have absolutely no preparation. While Mr. Arbi carries a backpack on his chest.

"We'll take a break, yeah. All prayers."

"I'm not, yeah."

"Why?" he was busy opening his gloves. I have sat on the edge of the terrace of the mosque with a slab.

After his driving gear, he took off. Mr. Arbi approached and opened my helmet. Yeah, I forgot to take it off. Feels sore all the bodies. I was hitting my knees slowly.

"Hehe. For the first time, have you ridden a motorcycle so far?"

I nodded weakly, then lay down on the floor of the mosque. Take a long breath. Mr. Arbi's laughter was so loud in my ears.

Mr. Arbi stepped into the bathroom, leaving me alone.

I slept for a while, I heard a snoring sound. I looked left and right. There's only myself.

I smiled and laughed after. Stupid, startled by the sound of my own snoring, my inner self in heart. In fact, Azan alone passed in my ears.

I looked towards the mosque. Mr. Arbi looked solemn in prayer, while I was sound asleep on the terrace. There is shame in my heart, for too long I have abandoned my duty as a Muslim.

I sat hugging my knees and looked around the mosque which was quite clean and beautiful. Green dominates this holy house.

"Ta," called Mr. Arbi who made me turn to him. He slowly sat beside me.

"Why don't you pray?"

"Yes, huh? If asked why, I don't know the answer either, sir."

"Oh, okay. If you know the answer, tell me, yes."

"Heh, you're funny. Why should I tell you too."

"Yes, it's okay, donk. Who knows, I can help you."

I just cleared my throat to hear his words. Mr. Arbi got up to the bike. He gave me the helmet I was wearing, Mr. Arbi was also busy wearing his driving gear.

"Here we go again?" I ask who is not satisfied to rest.

"Hehe, yeah. Sorry, yes. Take you off in the distance. After I asked you, you had no answer. Well, last time I had an idea to take you. Sorry, yes," he said again with a face full of regret but implied an arch of smile at the end of his lips. What does this face mean.

We continued on, out of nowhere. Mr. Arbi just said far away. Yeah, that's true. The proof, now I only see the palm along the causeway.

The welcome sign appeared to curve in front of us after passing through various plantations. The Sumatra crossroads, it was caught netraku when there was an address in front of the store.

"Sir, where are we going, anyway? How are we on the highway?"

"You're not impatient, Ta. We'll be there in an hour and a half, all right."

If only I could replace it, I might have switched it up. The body feels sore and the eyes begin to sleepy.

***

I was amazed to see the beauty of the mosque in front of me now. The house of God is so beautifully built.

The mosque belongs to the Abu Rizal Bakrie family, painted in gold accompanied by pale green and yellow. The dome is very beautiful, covering an area of approximately one and a half hectares to the back.

"We rest here first, yes, Ta. I want Ashar's prayer." I nodded, my eyes guerrilla around. Its location on the causeway is also adjacent to the beautiful city park. We are already in the town of Kisaran.

From what I hear the name of this city is an abbreviation. The range is an extension of the city is beautiful, cool, beautiful, neat, safe and comfortable. In accordance with the catchphrase set in the smaller city of Medan.

Cool and beautiful to look at, this is my first time here. I don't want to miss this place. I asked the security guard who was in charge of capturing it through a cellphone camera.

A few photos in different styles, enough to make it a memory in my phone and memory.

"I want a picture with you, too, Ta." Mr. Arbi's heavy voice was suddenly in my ear. I looked towards him. He slightly bent his body with both hands behind.

"Ck! It's too bad, sir. Mr. Arbi if you want a photo of yourself," said I who was then busy looking at the picture of myself earlier.

Mr. Arbi immediately grabbed the phone from my grasp and posed by bringing his face closer to me, one hand outstretched long. I grumbled, he immediately pressed the button to take a photo.

"Good, Ta. He smiled widely, while I pursed my lips. It's really unfair, I tried to get my phone back. However, Mr. Arbi actually teased me and carried away the slim-sized flat object.

"Mr Arbi ...!" my lazy scream was chasing after him. Mr. Arbi is quite far away from me.

"Here, take it," he said, prodding my phone.

"Sir Arbi, I'm tired of this. Lazy, ah."

Mr. Arbi laughed out loud, then stepped closer to me.

"I'm glad you're not talking formally anymore, Ta. Next, yeah. Enough of me, you, and us."

I did not realize speaking informally to him. So it sounds more familiar and relaxed. Not like students and teachers or fellow co-workers who do not know each other.

I took my phone out of his hands. Look at our picture earlier. I obviously pressed delete option to remove this self-disappearing image that is not beautiful.

Which woman would want her ugly picture saved. Especially now there are filters to beautify the appearance of the image.

"Don't delete!" his orders that might see me would suppress that choice.

"Ye, why?"

"If you remove it, I'll marry you."

"Ck! Can't believe it, wueq!" I taunted him by sticking out my tongue. I don't mind his bluff. I deleted the photo he took.

"OKAY. Don't blame me, yeah. You asked for it!" said Mr. Arbi again with a face full of victory.

"We continue the journey, yes. A little more until the end."

"Why not get in the car, anyway?"

"I told you, let me hug. Yuk, I can't wait to get married to you."

I fused the eyebrows together, still not believing his chatter about getting married. Yes, the person who will tie the promise of a lifetime must have preparation, not as good as getting married just like that.

"No belief!"

"Okay, please don't believe me."