LOVE OF JUITA

Reemerge

After performing the dzuhur prayer in the restaurant musholla. Faqih codes Julia to come out and follow her. Faqih walked with light and confident steps followed Julia in the back. They passed through the throng of tourists who thronged the tourist city, heading for Faqih's car parked in a plaza near Jam Gadang.

Before long, Faqih took out his car key remote from his pocket and pressed the button until a black city car in front of them sounded a typical "beep beep. Faqih opened the passenger car door in the style of a gentleman. It was nice for Julia to sit next to him.

They headed to the homestay where Julia stayed to pick up the items and check out. Faqih took him to a course that was close to a STIKES. The course is in the form of a white fenced house typical of residential homes for families. Only a large banner inscribed HOMIE English Community on the fence and terrace showed the place was a course.

Faqih took the car into the courtyard which was shaded by the canopy. A beautiful girl with an instant veil, glasses and dimpled cheeks was already waiting for their arrival on the terrace.

"Hi Mala!" Greet Faqih with a smile rising from the open window of his car.

"Hey Bang …. " Greet the girl cheerfully.

Faqih codes Julia to get off, while she opens the trunk to take out Julia's not much luggage.

"From today you have a friend to guard the location." Say Faqih casually while dragging Julia's suitcase onto the terrace.

Julia approached to shake hands with the girl named Mala. She greeted Julia kindly.

"All safe La?" Tanya Faqih looked around.

"God is safe Bang." Mala looked at Faqih with an adoring gaze, Julia immediately understood the girl before her must be in love.

"It's good that that's it. Brother can not be long, this is a friend meeting. After Maghrib brother came again ngisi activities. Titip my sister is La. Tell him to do some hard work." Said Faqih pointing at Julia leisurely.

Julia rolled her eyes. Although Faqih sucks but his help this time he will never forget. He owes it.

"Yes bang, Julia I'll direct for the division of labor tasks." Answer Mala gently.

Faqih entered his car preparing to leave again.

"Jul you hurry in, rest first. I vomit again. Mala ... Brother first yes!" Say Faqih to the two women before leaving.

Julia nodded slowly, while Mala was still glued to Faqih who was controlling the steering wheel of her car to get out of the fence. Julia smiled in a knot looking at Mala, letting the girl enjoy her admiration. After Faqih completely disappeared from his sight. Then Julia touched his arm.

"Mala .. go in yuk."

"Eh, Jul. Sorry sorry! Let me show you the room." Mala's face flushed in embarrassment.

Julia understood it, that's how it is if love has been reigning. Forgetting time and place.

Mala locked the front door before bringing Julia into the room. It was his habit, especially so far he had only lived alone in the course. Just in case of danger.

Julia observed the house, the front room contained two sets of computer devices, used as a place of registration and receiving guests. The front three rooms were converted into study classes. While the middle space is quite spacious, there are large screen televisions and Wifi devices. It is used as a community and multimedia space. The garage was converted into a library, complete with shelves and English literacy.

Their rooms are shared back, next to the kitchen and bathroom. The back yard is quite spacious and there is a clothesline. The house will be a comfortable escape, according to Julia.

Mala lets Julia into the room. There's a big mattress without a couch. Just put it on the floor with carpet. Typical kos-kosan children. Not much furniture is owned by Mala. A study table and a plastic container cabinet became the sweetener in the room. Mala is a simple girl. Julia seemed to be thrown into her life when she was not married.

"Julia rest first. Soon the Ashar children's course will come. They used to come fast, Mala had to get ready first. God willing, it'll be night before bed Mala explained the details of the work for Julia." Mala was very friendly.

Mala nodded with a sweet smile revealing her dimples. He closes the door to let Julia rest.

***

Before Maghrib Faqih had reached the course. In his hand there is a black crackle containing three servings of chicken satay and Egyptian martabak for dinner Julia and Mala.

"Maland ... Mala helpin Abang dong bring this." Sapa Faqih threw a charming smile from the front door.

Mala quickly stood up to take the crackle from her hand. While Faqih returned to his car carrying two cardboard glasses of mineral water. Julia observed the two people with her eyes. Explain what the relationship is like.

Faqih took off his shoes before entering and carried the drink cardboard into the living room.

"Once we pray jama'ah yes, eat it up .. while waiting for the community children to come." Faqih rolled up his shirt sleeves.

"The man prayed at the mosque Kali Mas …. " Answer Julia interrupted.

"Yes, it should be, but Jul is tired. Everyday pacing. What matters is staying in the congregation. Yes, La?" Faqih looked at Mala for help.

"Hihi is bang." Mala replied shyly.

Faqih throws a triumphant smile at Julia who just shrugs.

***

That night Julia joined the children of the community. The community members were present for about twenty people. During this time they are required to speak English. Each member was given five minutes to speak on a free topic. The show ended with the movie Pride and Prejudice. Faqih asked community members to make a review and submit it next week.

For a moment Julia forgot all the pain and was disappointed. It was swept away in nostalgia. Smiles and laughter continued to linger on his lips. He deserves to appreciate the seriousness of community members who try to continue to speak English despite their broken tongues and distress. He seemed to go back to college, remembering he had been like this. Stuttering when asked to speak in public. Without him noticing, Faqih silently looked at him from the corner of the room with a difficult to decipher gaze.

Mala, who was constantly watching Faqih, dropped her gaze to the floor. Somehow his heart seemed pinched at the way Faqih looked at Julia.

Grief runs through his heart.

Nine o'clock in the evening the activity was closed. Community members go home one by one. By ten o'clock the night Faqih said goodbye to Mala to return to Padang. While Julia did not care about Faqih and continued sweeping the floor and cleaning the room.

"Mala, I'm picking Julia up. Please look at his situation. Looks like he's a little unwell." The message was serious to Mala.

Mala nodded slowly, there was no smile on her lips.

"Abang first. Next week, he comes again. Take good care of yourself, do not forget the lock of the fence and the door if there is no activity." Message again.

"Yes bang. God willing Mala remembers always." Mala said softly, her eyes still down.

Faqih took his car out of the fence, he paused for a moment in front of the fence before continuing his journey. Stare at Julia who was sweeping the terrace. He could not leave that woman there. Although he froze in disavow, the feeling that had once been in his heart somehow wriggled towards the surface. Be hard to come back. He wanted to protect the woman.

"Damn! Conscious Faqih, she's the wife of people." The curse in the heart.