Love Fighters Al - Aqsa
CPA 22: Failed Shots
Irwan came out of the alley alone and walked on the outskirts of a small highway. His steps still look a bit limp fruit from the accident incident with Darmawan. Although it has received special treatment from massage and neuroscientists at the residence of Ustaz Abu Rosyid, but can not eliminate foot injuries absolutely.
Today Irwan looked handsome with a side sideline that was still wet. Wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans that already look shabby. A small red towel is neatly folded and tucked in a black belt. Irwan carried a small blue bag containing lunch.
Not only Irwan is seen walking, a number of people who look fresh and beautiful makeup also walk. Others pass by riding a motorcycle.
People who do not have a vehicle, must walk about 200 meters to the market, later followed by taking public transportation to their respective work areas.
“Irwan!” one female voice suddenly sounded calling from the back side of Irwan.
The young man immediately stopped and turned to the back. He saw, a woman in a red hood strangled the neck of a tight blue jeans wrapped around a well-heeled hip, running while laughing little trying to find Irwan's whereabouts.
“Astaghfirullah!” irwan said, but only in the heart.
Although quite concerned to see the woman's sexy “ headscarf, Irwan's face still gives a smile.
The appearance of a woman who is none other than Syamsiah, the widow of a young co-worker Irwan's son, is indeed quite sexy, even though he is veiled.
Although familiar as a coworker, but will always make the heart of Irwan berdag dig dug if together with Shamsiah. The older woman's appearance will inevitably provoke Irwan's unflattering thoughts, when accidentally looking at her hips or a bulge under her neck.
“Mpok no friends. Not comfortable dong if Mpok walk alone,” Syamsiah said while smiling at Irwan.
“How to be comfortable if it looks like this. Grandfathers will also glare when they see,” said Irwan, but only in their hearts, while his face only let go of the horse's smile.
“Kok your way a bit limp so?” ask Shamsiah.
“Yesterday fell with a motor on the street,” Irwan replied.
“But you're okay, right?” shamsiah asked worriedly.
“No, Mpok. Thank God it was only a slight wound,” replied the young man.
“Bring stock?” shamsiah asked because he saw Irwan carrying a bag.
“Iya, Mpok. Savings in old dates,” Irwan answered while walking with Shamsiah by his side.
Shamsiah just laughed. Then he said, “Eh, have a greeting for you.”
“From whom?” irwan asked quickly while looking at the woman next to him.
“Lestari,” Syamsiah replied with a laugh, as if laughing at Irwan who just smiled.
“Mpok do not tease me, while I am on the same path Mpok,” said Irwan with the intention of deliberately trying to tease the feelings of the woman next to him.
“Ih, indeed why if you go with Mpok?” shamsiah asked while seriously looking at Irwan. “You're ashamed to walk by Mpok who's a widow?”
“No, just worried that people who do not know will think I am her husband Mpok,” said Irwan.
“Neg. However, according to Mpok what, if Mpok walks with a man who has no problem with Mpok and the eyes of the community?”
“You have already made the feeling of Mpok emotionan aja, Wan,” grumbled Syamsiah, but did not show anger with Irwan's attitude. “You mean husband? Mpok does not have. Mr Mpok? Already deceased. Don't talk about anything, Wan. Yes already, if you are embarrassed to go with Mpok!”
Start the Shamsiah sulking with a pouting face. He walked quickly so he left Irwan. This surprised Irwan. He soon realized that he had offended the woman.
“Mpok!” call Irwan while running after Shamsiah and walking slightly limped next to him. “Mpok, don't hurry so, my legs hurt!”
“Do not walk with Mpok,” said Syamsiah in a soft voice while his hand moved to wipe the corner of his eye with the back of his finger.
The gesture led Irwan to immediately conclude that Shamsiah might cry. Irwan hastily came to the front of Shamsiah to make sure that Shamsiah did not cry for it. Shamsiah stopped being blocked like that. Irwan could see a pair of slightly reddened and teary Shamsiah eyes. Syamsiah briefly looked at Irwan then shifted to the side and continued to walk past Irwan.
Seeing the fact that he had offended and angered Shamsiah, Irwan felt himself the pain in his heart. He felt so stupid and could not understand the feelings of a woman who was a widow.
Irwan again ran small and confronted Syamsiah. He speaks quickly.
“Mpok, forgive me. I'm really sorry for offending Mpok. I actually just want to ask, ‘What do you think about Mpok if I am a husband, Mpok?’,” he said.
“Ak!” shamsiah was surprised, but he hurriedly smothered his own mouth so that his out-of-control scream did not attract the attention of people around. While enduring the embarrassment, he looked around, worried that someone else might be watching him because of the screaming.
The two of them were quite far from the nearest person who was both on foot. The motorbike just passed by without even glancing at it.
Shocked, happy and embarrassed feeling Syamsiah heard Irwan's last words. While Irwan just stared at the reaction of the more mature woman in front of him. But then, Shamsiah seemed to realize which then actually aroused his anger. He was well aware, there was no way Irwan could seriously say that. He judged that the young man was truly overreaching in his mark.
“Yes Allah, Irwan! You're really brazen with Mpok, yes!” squealing Shamsiah with a red face harbored anger. His right hand carrying the bag was about to hit the young man's head. However, with harbored anger, Shamsiah held back her blow. “From now on, don't talk to Mpok!”
In the final sentence, Shamsiah could not hold back his emotions anymore. Cry broke. He ran away with a small head down leaving Irwan.
“Mpok!” call Irwan into confusion.
The young man was confused as to what to do. Should he continue to pursue Shamsiah who is at the peak of his emotions and heartache? Or, let it go on its own and it runs keeping its distance. He also made sure he failed in communication with a woman.
Finally Irwan decided to walk ten meters behind Shamsiah.
At the public transport base, Syamsiah immediately boarded a car waiting for another passenger. In the end, Irwan also rode the same car microlet. He sat opposite Shamsiah at the very back. Syamsiah chose to be indifferent without looking at Irwan, he chose to play with his cellphone or look at the streets out there. Irwan looked for a moment at the mature beautiful face before him. If observed, there are still traces of crying in both eyes of Shamsiah.
“I'm sorry, Mpok,” said Irwan lirih, but heard by Syamsiah.
Shamsiah. He chose to look outside through the transparent rear glass of the car. Instead he was holding back the turmoil inside his chest. He ignored Irwan who increasingly felt wrong. Irwan couldn't do more when some passengers started hitching up and the driver started running his car.
Syamsiah chose to keep looking outside without even looking at Irwan's face in front of him for a moment. Irwan who only occasionally looked at the woman in front of him.
“Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah ...”
In Irwan's heart only beristighfar. At that moment he was in a dilemma. However, he was determined to finish it that day as well. He did not want to leave a misunderstanding on the Shamsiah, so it will become a wild ball that is not good.
One or two passengers disembark first at their destination. The car is running again. (BH)
