Love Fighters Al - Aqsa
CPA 5: Al-Aqsa Chat
Nirmala parked her wagon. He was sure that this was the place, according to instructions from his mother, because it was right opposite the house that was light blue ice seller.
Some school children immediately approached Ganto's merchandise. While Nirmala, he had to heat the oil first to start frying. In addition to Ganto and Nirmala, there are also sellers of siomay, chicken porridge, cilok, mini martabak, fried foods and others. There is no house around the front of the school that does not sell.
“Nih, his ice capucino. Hold your right hand, read the bismillah, read the bismillah,” said Darmawan when giving an ice order of a child accompanied by his mother.
“Thank you, Om Darma,” said the mother.
“Bismilbornrahmanirrahiiim!” said the boy loudly then “srooot”, suck the ice.
Darmawan and the mother just smiled.
From across the street, Nirmala occasionally looked at Darmawan. The unique way of selling ice to children is inserted a little learning but important, making Darmawan managed to attract a few percent of the heart of Nirmala.
“Eh, which good right hand?” asked Darmawan when his ice was about to be received by a small child with his left hand.
“This one, Om,” said the little girl as she immediately raised her right hand and pulled her left. His smile was wide, revealing a row of his black teeth on the upper side.
“Good, pretty boy,” praise Darmawan while thrusting ice glass in his hand. Then he said again, “Don't forget ba...”.
“Read bismillah!” exclaim the child, then read, “bismillaahirrahmanirrahiim!”
The boy then left happily and mingled with his friends.
Darmawan then switched to smash ice cubes to make it smoother so that it is easier to blend.
“Bang Darma, yes?” asked Nirmala who was standing in front of Darmawan merchandise that was empty buyers.
Darmawan looked at Nirmala. He first smiled kindly plus sweet, very sweet in Nirmala's eyes. Only then did he answer cheerfully, “Not wrong.”
“I Nirmala, Bang. I'm Bu Salimah's son,” said Nirmala introducing herself.
“Aih, masyaallah!” exclaimed Darmawan surprised with a smile. “His daughter Bu Salimah is already this sadistic? I guess it's still SMP. Masya Allah, barakallahu fiik.”
Getting a very familiar response and getting prayers from Darmawan, the more flowery heart and feelings Nirmala. He showed it with a slightly embarrassed smile.
“Iya, how, Nir?” ask Darmawan.
“You asked Emak's pulse debt in Abang,” replied Nirmala.
“Only 12,000 rupiah, no less no more,” said Darmawan steady full sure.
“I pay, Bang,” said Nirmala while spending the money fitting.
“Jazakillahu khiran (Reason to you from a better God),” Darmawan said after receiving payment of credit debt.
“Aamiin!” nirmala said with a smile.
“Wait, let me scribble first so as not to be a problem,” said Darmawan. He then took a small notebook in the drawer of his trading desk. He scribbled something and was shown to Nirmala. “See, Bu Salimah 12.000, already I doodle.”
“Iya, Bang. Thank ye. Means I can also debt credit to Abang huh?”
“Don't tell this beautiful and pious Nirmala, Ganto Wirasakti aka Bang Jawir who did not pay a month, I bill, hahaha!” darmawan said jokingly as he pointed at Ganto across the street.
“Hahaha!”
Ganto who was patiently serving a small child who chose toys to buy, laughed out loud at the words of Darmawan.
Nirmala also laughed while looking at Ganto for a moment.
“I go to the cart first, Bang,” said Nirmala saying goodbye while smiling adorable sweetly. The charm of his prosperous face is quite tempting rupiah sheets.
It was proven when Nirmala was busy again to fry the round tofu.
“Kang Suro, siomay half a serving for Nirmala, good luck trading here!” exclaim Darmawan to a rather handsome skinny man who has a siomay cart of fish native to Bandung, even though the fish meat is bought at Haji Karjan in the village next door.
“Ready!” sahut Suro replied loudly with a distinctive swinging tone Sundanese.
Hearing this, Nirmala was shocked. He was eager to refuse, but there was no way he would shout in the new place he came to and to the person he had not yet accrued. Finally he just smiled.
Before long, Suro came with a plate of siomay in the morning and gave it to Nirmala.
“Do not, Bang Darma already paid in advance,” soft Suro said.
“Do not hesitate if given anything the same Bang Darma. Bang Darma is the most generous and generous person here. Giving breakfast to a friend, it's Darma's custom,” Ganto told Nirmala.
“Oooh,” sigh Nirmala.
Ganto and Suro just laughed. Suro returned to his wagon. Nirmala did not eat the siomaynya, because indeed he had to fry first.
Not long after, Darmawan came to Nirmala. He brought me a glass of iced tea.
“Free drinking or tax, alias free. Introductory show to Nirmala. May blessings,” said Darmawan full of familiarity. He put his ice on the wagon board.
“Thank you very much, Bang. Ouch, so it does not feel good immediately troublesome,” said Nirmala shyly.
“All traders in this area, we are all one family and brothers,” said Darmawan.
This was the beginning of Nirmala's introduction to Darmawan, a young man whom she considered unique but full of kindness. Darmawan looks so different from other small traders.
“But this kind of person, why not get married?” ask Nirmala, but only in the heart.
Time continues to grow more and more daytime. All the school children have entered the class. If so, the crowd at the end of the alley was greatly reduced. It was also a relaxing time for traders. They just wait for the school break and go home, that's when they will be busy again by the peddlers who have high purchasing power.
In that relaxed time, a motorcycle stopped in front of Darmawan merchandise. A man in a black jacket, clad in a black backpack that looked heavy, opened his black helmet.
“Assalamu ‘alaikum!” greetings to the young man with the short beard.
“Wa ‘alaikum greetings!” darmawan replied warmly while smiling to see who came.
Darmawan immediately came to the guest wearing black jeans. With a sense of friendship, the two shook hands.
“Chicken slurry, siomay, sit, pretty round tofu? Which one, Ra?” tanya Darmawan.
“Chicken porridge,” replied a young man named Hendra who came to visit only occasionally in a month.
“Bang Beni! Two!” shouted Darmawan to Sabeni, the chicken porridge trader.
Hendra repaired his motorcycle parking in a fairly crowded location, not to block the road or disturb other people's land.
“Here, Ra!” take Darmawan while going behind the position of Ganto the toy trader.
Behind a row of tofu traders, toys, and pegs, there is a seat of cement that is quite comfortable to use chatting while eating breakfast. Hendra sat there. He did not forget to greet the hands of Ganto and the cilok seller. Though not familiar with the name, but familiar face.
“What news, Ra?” ask Darmawan.
“Antum (you) right Sunday then asked me about Masjid Al-Aqsa?” hentha reminded.
“Iya,” replied Darmawan.
“Ahad this morning, at the Al-Jihad Mosque auction Kamal Muara, there is a special briefing themed Al-Aqsa. Which fills Ustaz Taufik Karomah,” said Hendra.
“Antum present too?” ask Darmawan.
“Insyaallah. Because the issue of the condition of our first qibla must continue to be reported so that Indonesian Muslims know and understand better,” said Hendra.
Nirmala, Ganto and the lizard could only listen to the chatter they valued somewhat unfamiliar and the class was not the chatter of traders like them. However, for Nimala who also sometimes studied in the mosque with fellow teenagers, the issue of Al-Aqsa Mosque is not foreign, only he judges, he assesses, darmawan chat with his guests is a very serious and important thing.
“Later, in that forum, antum can ask as much. So our defense of Islam is no longer the practice of individuals or the scale of households and neighbors, but it is starting to be national and global. If we know the news of our brothers in various countries in the corners of the world, then we will feel like snails who are just trying to live comfortably in the shell,” said Hendra who sounded like a knowledgeable person.
“Iya, Ra, I wonder that, why our third holy mosque can be controlled by Jews, even though there are many Muslims? Especially close to Arab countries?” Darmawan.
“Nah, although it sounds like this has nothing to do with the ice seller, but actually all Muslims have a burden of obligation that must be fulfilled for this Al-Aqsa problem. This is no matter of distance and nation, but it is a matter that Al-Aqsa Mosque is a mosque belonging to Muslims all over the world, without exception. Later I will make the news, Cappucino Indonesian Ice Trader Bela Al-Aqsa. That's really cool, Dar. Hahaha!”
They laughed, and so did Nirmala, Ganto, and the cimol merchants. Sabeni, who came with two servings of chicken porridge, laughed, though she was incomplete in hearing the narration.
Feeding breakfast to his friends and guests, has become the culture of Darmawan. Therefore, Hendra who is a journalist close friend of Darmawan, no longer need to bother paying for the porridge he eats or ask “Who pays?”
The weighty chat between Darmawan and Hendra became a separate record for Nirmala. (BH)
