Love Fighters Al - Aqsa
CPA 12: Mom's Crazy Love
Tulalite.. tulalite.. tulalite...!
Suddenly a ringtone rang on Karahang's phone.
“Zal, Wetto!” pekik Karahang when he saw the name of the caller. He showed it to Afrizal.
“Why Wetto your phone, Hang?” afrizal asked half suspiciously.
“Hahaha! Do not be jealous so, this would want to borrow casan hp,” Karahang said with a laugh. He then signaled for Afrizal to be quiet. “Hallo, assalamu ‘alaikum (safety over you).”
“Wa ‘alaikum salam (and for your safety),” answered one female voice in Karahang's phone whose speakers he activated, so Afrizal vaguely heard it.
“What's up, To?” ask Karahang with a thick bugis accent.
“Izal is with you, Hang?” ask the caller lady in a soft tone.
“Why?” Karahang asked back.
“Say he wants to go wandering. How can I not talk to me?”
Hearing the words of the woman named Wetto, Karahang laughed silently to Afrizal. Then he said, “Come to the beach. Afrizal is working bamboo here!”
“Who was there?” ask Wetto.
“Only the two of us, chat about the plan Izal wander,” replied Karahang.
“I went there yes, but you don't go, Hang,” Wetto said.
“If you are afraid of both Afrizal, come with you, hahaha!” karahang said.
Just the sound of Wetto laughing, then he said hello hanging up the phone.
“You heard it yourself, Zal, how can you not talk to him if you want to go?” karahang said to Afrizal.
“How do I want to talk to him? I don't have a clear bond with Wetto. I've never shot him, nor has he ever revealed that he and I are dating. What happens if I talk to him and he says ‘we have no relationship’? Could be heartbroken my thousand years,” kilah Afrizal.
“That's called prejudice, Zal. Your mom just knew that Wetto liked you. You are too shy,” said Karahang while standing up.
“Eh, where are you going, Hang?” tanya Afrizal quickly looked at Karahang's gelagat.
“I have to go home for a while, I forgot to turn off the stove!” replied Karahang pretending to be panicked and then ran away leaving his best friend alone.
“Hang! If I get caught, how? Your responsibility!” afrizal shouted while standing from his seat.
“Hahaha!” karahang's laughter answered Afrizal's cries. He continued to run until he was lost behind the wall of the house on the seafront.
Afrizal knew that Karahang was not going to turn off the stove. He sat back down to finish his work which was only a few pieces of bamboo.
However, Afrizal again stopped retracing and quickly turned his head, as the sound of a motorcycle coming closer and stopped nearby.
He saw a green duck motorcycle. The motorbike was driven by a woman in white and dressed in black clothes. However, the woman with back hair tied in a ponytail was not clear in her face, young or old. Because, his face is covered in a thick coarse white mask up to the neck.
Although the one who came was the woman who covered her face with a thick mask, but Afrizal knew who she was. The woman was Wetto, a 21-year-old Bugis girl. The girl whose shadow had been in her heart and mind for a long time. Economic limitations made Afrizal did not dare to take the bold step to die to target the heart of Wetto. Although there has been no buying and selling of the word love between the two, but it has become an open secret that between the hearts and eyes of the two young people there is attachment.
Looking at the place there was only Afrizal, Wetto's body language so showed doubt. But then he asked.
“Kak Izal, Karahang to where?” ask Wetto half embarrassed.
“Return,” reply Izal briefly.
Wetto was silent for a moment, as if thinking.
“You want to talk to Karahang, Dik?” ask Afrizal.
“No, but same Brother,” replied Wetto.
“You are here or where?” ask Afrizal.
Wetto didn't answer right away. He finally decided to get off his motorcycle and approached Afrizal. He then sat on the rock where Karahang had been sitting, because it was the most comfortable place to sit. Wetto's long hair fluttered in the nautical breeze. The white skin of the hands shows that it is not the same as most coastal women who are generally brown, the typical color of the skin of coastal residents.
“Iya,” Afrizal reply briefly.
“For what?” ask Wetto again.
“Masjid Al-Aqsa in Palestine,” Afrizal replied.
“So not going there?”
“Cita-citaku, Dik,” Afrizal replied while smiling and staring at the open ocean, the same thing that Wetto did, looking at the open sea when asking him. “But, I have not been able to go there, I just plan to walk to the end of Java Island.”
“Why should I walk? Why not just use the vehicle?” wetto asked again, this time he looked at the face next to the young man he loved.
“Because that's the idea I got to fight for the Al-Aqsa Mosque. Not long ago, I read the stories of people who fought for something on foot around the world. Those who are not Muslims are willing to go on foot to fight for their world. I want to follow that way, on foot but to fight for what is in our religion, namely Al-Aqsa Mosque which is now occupied by Jews,” explained Afrizal.
“Emak already give permission?” ask Wetto again.
“At first Mother refused hard, but thank God (all praise to Allah), the dawn of the Mother approved. When I was young, my mom went crazy to marry me. Memories that finally Mom allowed me to go crazy for the sake of religion,” Afrizal replied.
“Emak crazy what time is young, Brother?”
“Mom's Love to Dad used to be mad love. Mom left college and sold land to go looking for the father to Makassar alone without knowing the address, he explained. My mother never left Lampung since childhood. For a month, Mother searched all corners of the city of Makassar. When I met, it turned out that you were already on the night of marriage contract with another girl. He was forced to marry his family. His mother hit the woman the night before the marriage contract and brought him back to Lampung. It is not easy struggle Mom for love crazy to the Father, to the extent that the family of the Father came to Mom with badik,” said Afrizal narrating.
Wetto fell silent and I heard the story. The cold sea breeze seemed to create a great imagination about the greatness of his love for Afrizal in the following days.
Afrizal who had stopped telling stories, Wetto who had also not asked again, created silence between them, but their heartbeats made their own fanfare in each chest. Because all this time, it was too rare for them to be able to sit just the two like that, especially talking about serious things.
“But, why didn't Big Brother talk to me about the Big Brother's plan?”
“How can I talk to Dik Wetto? Until now I have not had the courage to talk to Daeng Made. So until now, who am I for Dik Wetto,” kilah Afrizal.
“That means...” said Wetto then disconnected, as if hesitant to mention the next sentence. With a slower tone and an embarrassed facial expression behind his thick mask he then asked, “Aren't you really in love with Wetto?”
The question made the spirit of the struggle to defend the Masjid Al-Aqsa passionate in the chest Afrizal, immediately changed with the song of love King Dangdut Rhoma Irama. A beautiful swish accompanied by a sprinkling of fragrant roses now drain the blood vessels of the young man, especially in the region around the heart and heart.
Different story with what felt by Wetto. Worry that his guess was wrong, that was entrenched in his heart. But behind that, a mountain of hope of love for him he had been waiting for all this time will be spoken from the lips of Afrizal. Hopefully this is the time he will hear the words that he will so far.
“Yaaa, actually..” said Afrizal with heavy lip movements, as if what he would say was a big risk to him.
But then, Afrizal's mood changed 360 degrees, when his eyes caught the figure of a tall skinny man walking from the west side of the beach towards the two of them. His heart wondered what bad things would happen in less than a minute.
“Daengmu coming, Dik,” said Afrizal slowly.
Wetto was surprised when he just saw the existence of a thin black-shirted man who came towards them. His heart skipped a beat, worried that the man who was his father, became angry. All this time, he himself did not know, whether his father liked Afrizal or not.
“Still down to sea later in the afternoon, Zal?” asked the tall skinny man upon arrival among them. He is none other than Made Sadika, Wetto's father.
Inwardly relieved Afrizal's feelings as Made only asked like that, not bumping into him. While Wetto was tense, though only glimpsed once by his father.
“Still, Daeng,” Afrizal replied with a stiff smile, a little misbehaved because of being alone with the tall boy's daughter.
“Says you want to go?” asked Made with a cold face.
“Insyaallah after Friday prayers, Daeng,” Afrizal replied.
Made then stepped up and turned to his daughter.
“Lock!” pinta Made held her right hand in front of Wetto's face.
Wetto wordlessly stood up and gave the keys to his bike to the father.
“Go home!” command Made while walking up to the parked motor position.
Wetto followed his father. He stared for a moment at Afrizal with a sullen face. Afrizal just kept quiet without reaction.
Wetto came home with a heart that was so upset, because he had not heard Afrizal's declaration of love to him. He wanted to be angry, but to whom. Does it have to be to his father who shows up at a very inopportune time?
With a slightly troubled mind thinking of Wetto and his father, Afrizal continued his work. (BH)
