Look At Me Once

Prologues

Oh Allah ...

I know that You will never test any of Your servants beyond their means.

I also believe that after difficulties You will certainly provide convenience.

You are the owner of this body, You are the All-Mighty.

Give patience, sinfulness to Your sinful servant.

You are the best planner for this life.

I believe that You have planned something much more beautiful for me.

I'll wait until that time comes.

...***** ...

Prangs!

Brak!

Bugh! 

"WEAR! WHERE'S YOU! GET OUT!" shouted Rendi, a burly young man, tall body, sturdy jaw, red eyes bulging by wearing a plain black shirt and torn jeans on his left right.

"Yes Le, what's wrong? If it comes say hello, do not shout so." said Hana from inside the house approached the man.

"NOT MOST BACOT LO! WHERE IS THE HADI. I WANT TO KILL PEOPLE!" he then walked into the house.

"ASTAGHIRULLLAH!! Call Le, Istighfar don't get emotional. If there is a problem can be discussed carefully." hardik Hana while holding Rendi's sturdy arm.

PLAQUE.

PLAQUE. 

Rendi raised her hands on both of Hana's cheeks.

"LOE DON'T INTERFERE! THIS IS MY BUSINESS WITH HUSBAND LO!"

Ignoring the pain in her cheek, Hana tried to catch up and hold Rendi's arm.

"ISTIGHFAR! NO EMOTIONS!" Hana was crying and screaming feeling the pain on her cheek.

Hana's face paled and looked terrified facing the man in front of her who was twice as big as him.

Brucks.

Rendi pushed Hana making the middle-aged woman fall down and hit a table nearby.

"WEAR! GET OUT YOU ASSHOLE!" yelled Rendi entering the middle room.

Hadi who was eating lunch at the dining table turned his head and felt confused to see the arrival of Rendi who was filled with anger.

"WEAR! WHERE'S LO! COME OUT IF I DON'T KILL YOU!"

"What's Le? Why did you come angry is unclear." said Hadi.

Seeing Hadi's whereabouts, Rendi approached him without warning he immediately threw a punch to Hadi's stomach.

Bugh.

"Uhuuk... uhuuk... You why is Le, suddenly playing hit? if there is a problem talking well, this is not the way. Where's your manners?" Hadi held his stomach that felt sore to the heart.

"DEVIL! MANNERS DON'T APPLY TO YOU!" Rendi pushed Hadi's frail body to hit the leg of the table behind him.

Seeing his condition that is not possible to fight Rendi, Hadi tried to get up and ran out of the house looking for help.

"Aargha! Ssstttt ..." hissed Hadi when he felt pain in his leg.

With Hadi limping out through the side door, he ran along the road shouting for help to his neighbors.

"TOLOOONG! TOLOONG!!" yelled Hadi running limped regardless of the pain in his leg.

"TOOOLOONG! MR AJI HELP ME! MR AJI!" yelled Hadi in front of Pak Aji's house, but the master of the house did not respond to Hadi's call.

Hadi continued to run, trying to ask for help from other neighbors.

Rendi walked with wide strides with a wooden block in her right hand. I don't know where the block he got.

Hadi's face paled even more as his eyes discovered the existence of Rendi who was still chasing him, cold sweat drenching his forehead.

Even though at the end of the road, some residents stand as if they are watching an action film on a TV screen, without any intention to stop the chase of two different people of that generation.

With a messy appearance, the hijab that looks disheveled, Hana still looks shocked, sitting limp on the porch of the house with a cry that sounds so heartbreaking.

"Mr ... O Allah help the husband of the servant, protect the husband of the servant O Allah .." - Shout Hana with a hoarse voice that is almost inaudible.

Bugh!

One kick managed to land on Hadi's right chest, with his age no longer young plus the state of his legs, only a hundred meters he ran was able to make Rendi quickly chase after him.

Hadi fell backwards, fell on the bushes on the side of the road. With a gasp of breath he attempted to fight Rendi and escape.

"CONSCIOUS LE! DO NOT BE A DEMON! ISTIGHFAR!" yelled Hadi trying to resuscitate Rendi.

"YESY!!" Not listening to Hadi's words, Rendi prepared to lift the wooden beam towards Hadi.

'O Allah, help your servant, protect the servant and the wife of the servant. You are the Most Helper and the Most All. I give this body and soul only to You.' Hadi closed his eyes and prayed in his heart.

GREEEP'S.

From the back, a young man clasped tightly onto Rendi's body, one more person forcefully pulled the wooden block from his hand and threw it in any direction away from Rendi's reach.

Two other men ran up to Hadi and helped him stand up and led him home.

"Sir Hadi, are you okay?" ask one of the worried-looking young men.

"BASTARD YOU ALL! MY FREELAN! DON'T INTERFERE IN MY BUSINESS!" rendi shouted in rebellion trying to escape from the hold of the person behind him.

"RELAX REN! NO EMOTIONS! IF THERE IS ANY PROBLEM DISCUSSED! THE PERSON YOU HIT WAS OLD MAN REN! HE'S YOUR PAKDHE! REMEMBER THAT!" snapped Akbar, the person who clutched Rendi's body.

Not long after several Village Devices arrived, after successfully making Rendi a little calm, they all walked to Hadi's house.

It turned out that among the people who were speechless seeing the commotion that occurred, there was a middle-aged woman who deftly ran for the help of the young men and hurriedly pedaled her old bicycle reporting a commotion to the Village Device.

The woman was Zaenab, a neighbor whose house was adjoining Hadi's house.

In the living room of Hadi's house, there were many people gathered. Hana looks with her shabby face, tears visible on both cheeks, a little dry blood is seen on the right corner of her lips. Eyes that look cute with a look forward. It was obvious that fatigue, fear, anxiety were emanating on his face.

To his right sat Hadi with no less apprehensive circumstances. There's a RT Chairman sitting next to his right. Also present was the Village Chief who chose to sit on the sofa table.

It looks like Rendi is sitting on a long sofa flanked by Akbar and Kemal one of the village devices that sit on his right left.

Seen some Village Devices and some residents who had helped Hadi.

Long conversations and discussions took place, looking at the tense faces of the people in the room. Joints with overflowing emotions and anger. Hadi and Hana who still looked looked shocked and confused.

But the talks have not found a bright spot, with various persuasions and agreements finally Rendi is willing to give two weeks to Hadi follow Rendi's will. Under the conditions proposed by the Village Device that Rendi will not disturb and harm Hadi's family.

...*****...

A red-patterned black matic motor entered the courtyard of the house, on which sat a girl in a gray white uniform fitted with a rectangular hijab pulled back concealing her beautiful hair.

Lathifa seemed to pay attention to the surroundings, the courtyard of the house looked messy. Seen some ornamental flower pots scattered here and there, clothes drying lay untidy as before.

"Have there been a storm?" lathifa asked with a confused face.

Lathifa entered the house with so many questions running through her mind, whether she felt bad.

"May all be well O Allah ..." lirih Lathifa.

...*****...

"Lathif, from tomorrow we'll stay at the restaurant. This house is no longer ours. Forgive me, yes." He looked at his daughter sitting in front of him.

"Yes Sir. You are not wrong, you have made the right decision. Lathif is proud of you." said Lathifa and hugged his father's body.

"Remember Thif, all we have is a deposit from God. Then let go of it with sincerity that God will replace it with a better one." Hadi rubbed Lathifa's head wrapped in a light blue headscarf.

...*****...