Longsuffering

Reunite

let me stop

because your jewelry is too unattainable for me

-Wita

Jakarta, Wita-Wisnu-Lastri

Lanis was right, it turned out that the city of Jakarta was not as bad as he thought. Looks like Wita should start convinced, that he is now okay. In the hotel lobby with all its splendor he was waiting, along with other class participants who came from various provinces, religions and levels of education. He had just met a high school teacher from Papua. It is too much fun for him, the world of education has become opium.

The implementation committee of the training camp has distributed a series of events that he will live for 3 days here. Three days would be too short. The density of the event he will take will not be a barrier to his spirit to follow this event, because he can see how this event is very prestigious to be attended by people of his class.

Several classy speakers will be present to fill in, the Minister of Education and Culture will participate in opening the event tonight. “Seneng really can be invited here? we're room-room like bu”, a woman he can estimate is 50 years old greet and approach him while showing the digital key of his room. “lantai 7 room 281”, he continued.

“Wita, from Dewun Gemintang Bandung”, Wita held out her hand in a friendly manner.

“Riah, Qodariah.” replied his interlocutor welcomed Wita's hand. “Central Java, SMP Pelita Harapan”, he continued.

Talk for a while before entering their room with various themes. Exchanging information about departure schedules, street conditions, number of groups and.

"I guess not married yet? didn't they?".

"There's no soul mate yet ma'am".

"How much is this? guess what. 24 or 23 huh?", Riah put on the face of a kepo like a mother-femak kempong. What the hell bu Riah. wondering the age of all, would be embarrassed.

Discussing the age for women who are ripe for marriage is very offensive. But let it be, after all his decision to be loyal in his stature is indeed unable to dispute the situation is not it?.

"You're in 26" replied Wita briefly.

"God has a candidate yet? sodara mother also come today, teaching in Solo, again looking for a candidate for a wife, has mature age, times aja fit".

Forgive me this Riah, the mission is in today's classroom what. Wita can only shake his head with a smile. "not ma'am. The match was postponed first".

"ah already have this candidate yes, yes already.may be smooth as the candidate yes", Riah mom smiled her authentic smile at Wita.

The two of them along with the other participants finally headed for their respective rooms. Today's show will start at 15:30. Wita and the participants should immediately prepare to attend the series of opening events held in the spacious convention hall area at this hotel. After the asar prayer was completed, Wita immediately stretched his legs towards the 10th floor of the hotel.

The opening ceremony was complemented by a brief message from the minister of education. Continued by remarks from various parties who supported the event, including from the board of trustees at various well-known companies that have concern for the world of education.

Hardika Burhan Setya, who declared himself as the Director of the Association gave a clear explanation about education in Indonesia today. The figure he called by the short name Burhan was hilarious, humble and light.

The next session after dinner is the contract study session. Everything was very pleasant for Wita, but finding the last sheet he had to start keeping watch with the balance of his soul. Because, the name listed in the hand out that he received on the third page was the name he feared, Special Guest; Wisnu Permana and Cindya Lastri Cenaya.

******

"You are already beautiful, sholehah again", comments Riah when she found the figure of Wita saying the last sentence with shodaqollohul 'adziim, while closing the mushaf Quran and save it on a side table nuanced with modern wood.

Wita replied with a smile. Ms. Riah may not know it takes a lot of time for Wita to learn how to eloquently read it. Just a few months ago he had forgotten to touch the holy object for a reason busy. One night, my mother approached her. "Lately you look often daydreaming, siga (like) nu a lot of burden. Bring this if any tea, read even a little before going to bed. Maca quran mah nenangkeun - hate".

Wita was too complacent with his condition that began to improve into the 7th year after the accident. He should remember very well how his struggle "defend" in the most important moments. Deepening in the science of soul and religious knowledge is the best choice. During his studies in Jogja he decided to use the hijab and get closer to the Khaliq and then get involved in a more religious environment.

"Still continue to learn ma'am", Wita then answered Bu Riah's praise. Ms. Riah only saw the outer part of herself, maybe if she knew who Wita really was, she would think again to say the compliment.

*****

Today is the 2nd day, he has prepared himself for the next sessions. One thing that made him worried, since last night his body felt weak and sweaty uncomfortable. His palms were warm and his head was dizzy occasionally. Maybe the effects of Vishnu began to spread on his body's reaction, yes, maybe he just thought so.

Wita certainly can't think of anything. He then brushed off all negative thoughts and pressed the arrow button of the hotel elevator. Instantly his body pegged, staring at the figure he had just thought of.

"So enter?", asked Vishnu annoyed because the elevator door soon asked to be closed again. Wita then decided to enter the elevator that has not been inhabited by one person except, Vishnu.

"Floor?", asked Vishnu to stop his daydream.

"ah. ten. tenth floor".

Never thought of by Wita, he could be in a situation like this. Aging back in one room with Vishnu after a tense consultation the other day was not something he had imagined before.

Not yet on the floor in question, the elevator door opened again. "Hi Vishnu.. nginep here too?," asked a woman who breezed into the elevator.

"You know each other?", asked the figure of the woman who Wita knows as the top Indonesian artist who became one of the special guests in her class today. "from that look on continue mbanya like you already know that,", continued the artist.

"gurunya Adhis", replied Vishnu firmly and flatly.

"owh... his teacher Adhis yes. seneng really can meet. what is his name? later let me tell Adhis", asked Lastri enthusiastically and passionately.

"Wita, her teacher Adhis.", Wita reached out to the artist who suddenly paled. Lastri then decided to smile and stop from all the tension while welcoming Wita's hand, "Lastri. Vishnu's close friend".