Longing Curtain

Episode 2

" Can I see that smile even if I always scratch the wound? "

Pov Syarif

Sunlight burst into the window slit, making my eyes spontaneously open. The air tomorrow is so soothing. Step into the bathroom to take ablution and perform the morning prayer as usual.

I raise my hand to ask forgiveness for my sins and the sins of my parents. Pleads for happiness in the world and in the hereafter. I cupped my hands to my face confirming my request.

Ting!

A notification popped out from the homepage of my phone. My smile expanded when I saw the name 'Tasya' from the phone screen. I immediately opened the message.

[Rif, wake up at dawn!] I was just looking at a message from him. Bawel but I love.

[Yes baffles!] answer's short. It quickly wrote typing under the name.

[It was nice to build, even mocking me for bringing another!] smith again.

[Yes sorryin, jaudah I closed well] my last message and only read by him. Definitely sulking.

I only smiled when I saw that Tasya was angry with me.

Tasya Berliana, the mature-minded woman I've known all along. It's only been a few months but I'm starting to feel comfortable. Not only is his attitude mature, but also his attitude is generous and able to solve problems with one step, without any revenge or the other. That's something I haven't found out from any woman, even if it's just a friend I want to turn that status into a sure bond.

I scrooled the messages on my green app. Everyone asked me when I returned to Jogja when it was only 3 days I came home, still asked.

Until I stop at the chat at the bottom of 'Zahra'. Last date chat August 28, 2018, one year ago. I opened it slowly reading from his first chat, out of nowhere he got my phone number, and he just choked me.

I don't blame him for using greetings at the beginning of the conversation is actually good, it's just that I feel like he's behaving like this only to me. Often he asked me where my school was when I was in high school, even though he already knew where I was.

Rarely do I reply to the message even until a new month I reply to the message, but he still wants to chat back. Then I ignored it and just became a chat enhancer in my whatsapp.

Hamid, my younger brother once had feelings for Zahra. But Zahra rejected that feeling for reasons that I thought were absurd. Using friendship as an excuse.

Although he was rejected by Zahra but he insisted on fighting to get it. But Zahra was just plain not to return Hamid's deeds.

Once my brother was desperate, the bracelet he had given him was now buried in the ground. When I asked her why she answered because she wanted to forget Zahra. But why do I feel something different lately, strange vibrations always envelop my body when it is close to him. What exactly is going on?

I continued my activities helping to take care of the house. Now I go to college, so I go home once a month. Just giving up longing for my family. Also a request from my brother, Bela.

"Syarif here jerk off, please big brother!" I closed my ears quickly. When the scream sounds it can damage anything near it. Immediately I rushed to the location.

"What's up, brother?"in the doorway Bela ruffled her waist with her sour face.

"Please help me pick this up" he pointed to the cardboard at the door. I lifted the medium-sized box towards the living room. Like lifting a stone in a cardboard box, heavy!

"This brother is very heavy, "my wrath.

"Stone time! " i round my eyes

"Stone time? Why are stones brought home? " i made sure.

"Yes, once the stone really believes it" Bela pursed her lips, asked nicely instead. Lucky darling.

"I'm going to the yard for the wind"

I said as I left her in the guest room. I don't know what the contents of the box are why it is so heavy it may be true stone times.

Sitting in a long chair in front of the house accompanied by a cup of coffee makes me excited. Enjoying the air that makes my breath relieved, inhaling and exhaling into the air. My eyes caught something digging in the ground. Wh who?

"Dec, what are you doing? "my question, Hamid turned to me with a sad look. I am so sorry to see his condition.

"No papa, "he said, scratching the ground.

"What's it all about? Later brother help, "i said. While helping him scratch the ground with a rod.

"From the bracelet, "my forehead was wrinkled not understanding what Hamid meant.

"What bracelet? " tanyaku.

"The bracelet I once gave Zahra" I stopped the movement of my hand, staring softly at her.

"Why seek again? Was it buried? " tanyaku.

"No papa, just want to look at it, "he said lowered his head. I'm touched that for 1 year he still can't forget Zahra.

He just nodded slowly. I hugged him tightly as if reluctant to take it off, even though Hamid had many flaws couldn't Zahra turn those flaws into advantages?

***

Sodakallahul Adzim's.

I shut down my beloved Qur'an, put it on the nightstand and shuffled to get the phone that had been ringing.

[Rif, have you prayed yet? Read the Qur'an continued in dzikir morning and evening. Don't forget to read the prophet's book]

The message from Tasya made my smile expand. Different from women who usually ask ordinary things, such as eating what a balloon, again doing and others. But he asked me about my worship, really a dream.

[You want to pray mulu, don't you want to tell me?] my reply was accompanied by shy emot. The last time he saw it was 10 minutes ago. I'm replying to another chat. Apparently Tomi was sending a lot of messages.

[Rif, check back!]

[Our job is stacking up!]

[Kosan - kosan is also dirty!]

[Backback!]

I laughed crisply when I saw Tomi's chat. How tormented he was I lived alone in a room. Wrong himself in bringing home do not want.

[Prophetto, our vacation is still long, Tom] I reply.

Just in the read, it really pisses me off.

Ting!

Tasya replied to my chat sprightly I opened it right away

[If you can still pray, you're fine. So there is no need to ask if it is just nonsense] he replied. I smiled at her look at her maturity.

[My little bear seems to be an adult, right?] my reply was accompanied by a laughing emot. My message immediately turned blue as typing followed it.

[What did you say?! The bears? Am I that big until you say I'm a bear, huh?! Okay, from now on I don't want to help you with any more tasks, period!] the answer. It seems that he was getting upset while I laughed loosely, apparently my money could get angry.

[I'm sorry, it's just a joke. You're not a bear but a wingless angel] I reply. I'm actually amused at rounding women like this. There was no reply just the shy emot he sent.

[Yes an angel, but the fall from the tile. ] I added accompanied by a laughing emot. He quickly typed.

[Sheesh! Go to the mosque and Maghrib!] his reply.

I can make sure he's angry right now. Is my dreadlocks outrageous?

*

The streets seem quiet usually small children will run in the afternoon, but now there is no more. Either because I was too busy with college business until I forgot my birthplace or because of something else.

Slowly I opened the door of the mosque a little imagining about the past. I still remember how Zahra fell because she was wrapped around a face that made me laugh so hard at that time. Without any intention of helping me just nailed in place while holding a stomach that hurts from laughing. His eyes dewy maybe soon there will be a flood of tears but stopped when Bela's sister gently rubbed her shoulders, ridiculous.

I stepped closer towards the table rack, the illusion coming back again. Zahra's melodious voice while in the hospital was able to hypnotize my hearing. Every word that comes out of his mouth always gives a sense of happiness, coupled with a sense that is so perfect. Do not forget the dimples on both cheeks that are always visible when he speaks, and the front teeth are larger than the other teeth add a funny impression.

But lately we rarely communicate, whether because I don't know. I've heard from his cousin that Zahra always told him about me.

Does he like me?

Allahu akbar! Allahu akbar!

I chant the mahrib, with gratitude. God still gives me the opportunity to invite people to worship.

The Imam told his congregation to straighten the line, clearly giving directions to close the line. Reading Al-Fatihah's letter began the prayer movement.

Mutual salutation has become the main thing after performing the prayer. Everyone was scrambling to find a place to lean on as well as me.

I saw the woman sitting leaning against the corner wall. Grasping your hands on your knees and keeping them focused. Silent contemplation stared ahead regardless of the gazes from the people. There was no smile painted on his lips there was only a look of sadness.

I don't know what I'm thinking right now but why do I feel his sadness too? Isn't this what I want? Seeing her sadness to feel in my sister's position? But why do my heart and ego collide with each other? On the other hand I am happy to see him like that on the other hand I am also sad to see him sad? Did I hurt her ?

Smile I need that.

POV END'S