LOVE STRATA 1

CS1 is Different

The sound of bentor exhaust rang out loud entering the alley. Exhaust fumes billowed, coming out more than usual. Sounded noisy. However, brother bentor still friendly to passengers, not careless when driving, also deliver passengers to the destination.

The passenger boarded the bus terminal to Uncle Sam's house. Be brought with him. By-by the most clearly visible are large petai-petai that look fresh. The map was also the conversation of bentor brother and passengers who were none other than Ma who had just arrived in the city.

Bentor stops in front of Uncle Sam's house. The only house in the alley that has a stall. The home page is also quite spacious, to fit into a car park.

Ma descended slowly from the bentor while clinging to the edge of the bentor. As soon as it came down, Ma immediately opened the wallet and took out a piece of blue-colored money. After the bentor brother brought Ma's goods to the terrace table, Ma immediately paid the bentor fare.

“This is for you. No need for change. Just take!” Ma handed him a piece of fifty thousand.

“Alhamdulillaah's chat. Wife's sustenance. All can be made service bentor. Thank you very much, Bu.” Bentor's brother was so happy.

“This-this. There's a little petai to cook with your wife at home later.” Ma returned kind to brother bentor.

“Mashaa Allah. Other sustenance. Alhamdulillaah says. Thank you very much. I pray for the family mother to smooth her recovery,” said bentor brother more happy.

“Aamiin. Equally,” replied Ma in response to brother bentor's prayer.

Ma stepped slowly towards the terrace of Uncle Sam's house. Ma had spread a smile to the buyers who were waiting in line at Uncle Sam's shop. Ma did not immediately meet Uncle Sam in his stall, but Ma instead chose to sit on the porch while the fans used a piece of brochure paper that had been obtained in the terminal.

Feet of Ma selonjor. His right and left hands alternately fanned his face.

“Where is my daughter? What's still college?” mumbling Ma.

“Kakkak an. Sorry to keep you waiting. I made you a drink first, yeah.” Uncle Sam immediately picked up Ma's souvenirs from the village.

“Hei, Sam. Where's Anjani?” ask Ma.

“Tadi college. Come back home too. Brother just wait,” obviously Uncle Sam, then continue his steps towards the kitchen.

Ma nodded. This time his back is leaned on a rattan chair that has only been a few weeks to decorate the terrace of Uncle Sam's house. Ma tried to be comfortable with his legs still being crossed. While Ma's hand had stopped the fans.

Five minutes later the expected one came. Anjani arrived home with a motorbike with Meli. Two large paper bags containing groceries carried Anjani while starting to walk towards the yard of the house. Meli who originally intended to go straight home, once saw Ma his intentions undo. Meli parked her bike, then ran for Ma.

Anjani and Meli take turns kissing the back of Ma's hand.

“Healthy You, Son?” ask Ma.

“Alhamdulillaah, Ma.” Anjani answered Ma's question enthusiastically and cheerfully. The same thing was done by Meli when Ma asked the same thing.

Ma distributed some petai to take Meli home. Ma's gifts are welcomed by Meli. Ma also mentioned some cooking ideas that can be mixed with petai. Automatically Meli recorded all that in his mind, for the next will be practiced in his home.

“Ma, Meli back home first.” Meli say goodbye after satisfied chatting with the topic petai.

“Yes, be careful you're on the road. Don't speed!” advice Ma on Meli.

“Siap. Anjani, I'm going home first. Tomorrow I pick you up again,” said Meli.

“OK,” Anjani replied while hand-coding Meli.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” Meli.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” Anjani replied.

Ma watched his daughter. Uncle Sam has told us over the phone that a lot has changed for Anjani. Including becoming more pious. At first Ma was shocked, thinking various things at the same time worried Anjani's soul was shaken by his marriage that failed to be implemented last time. Slowly, Ma was calm as well as happy. Whatever his daughter's choice, as long as it's good it will always be supported.

“Ma, Anjani make a drink first, yes?” Anjani.

“Uncle you're making it in the kitchen. You accompany Ma here. What is it?” ma asked while pointing at two paper bags belonging to Anjani.

Anjani smiles. “It's clothes. There's a veil, too. Anjani to hijrah, Ma.”

“Ma glad to hear it, Son. Ma himself was too far away from him. Hearing you turn good like this, made Ma ashamed of your own Ma. Ma should have taught and kept you always close to Him. But Ma failed, and let it all go. I'm sorry you're here, huh?” said Ma.

Anjani was touched by Ma's narration. Rushing Anjani hugged Ma with a happy feeling. Anjani was grateful, because his intentions were made easier. The family also supported his intention to emigrate.

Anjani, Ma, and Uncle Sam drank tea together. Chat also accompanies it. Many laughs accompanied the story of Ma being brought from the village. Familiarity also looks decorate the togetherness of the family.

Uncle Sam shared the story, but told more about the price of goods on the market, especially staples. However, the discussion soon ended when there was a buyer coming to Uncle Sam's stall.

“Ma, Anjani bought a veil also for Ma. Worn, yes. This,” said Anjani.

Anjani thrusts an instant Jumbo-sized hijab. Ma smiled, warmly welcoming the gift of his daughter. She even wore it right then.

“This handsome uncle of yours can too?” ask Uncle Sam who rejoined after serving buyers in his stall.

“This is for Uncle Sam,” said Anjani while thrusting black peci.

Uncle Sam looked at the black peci Anjani gave him. Flip it, and then wear it.

“Only this? No shirt?” ask Uncle Sam.

“Hus. Buy yourself there. Still good to buy you a peci, Sam.” Ma protested, and was immediately greeted with laughter by Uncle Sam.

“From tomorrow Anjani's delivery will change, Ma, Uncle Sam. Don't be surprised, yes.” Anjani.

“Eh, why wait tomorrow. Just now. Change your appearance!” advice from Uncle Sam.

“Agree. No, Ma's already wearing his veil. Uncle you've been wearing the peck. Now it's your turn to be different. God willing Ma and your uncle will always support you, son.” Ma gave encouragement and support to Anjani.

Anjani smiles. His heart was happy and full of gratitude. What a different sense of pleasure from the usual feelings Anjani felt. All felt different and so imprinted on the chest, because Anjani did all by including the intention because of Him.

You Are Really Good. Thank you for making this step easier for your servant, Inner Anjani.

***

Mario and Ken are still in the mall. The two of them had just finished lining up to pay for groceries.

Ken enthusiastically carrying a large paper bag. Ken's groceries look the most, although previously seen ogah-ogahan when Mario offered sarong and peci.

“Thank you a lot, yeah Bro. This will definitely be useful. I will use it for njai,” explained Ken.

“Absolutely you can teach?” ask Mario.

“Not so can, anyway. Hehe. Let's find a place to study. Time yes appearance has changed but worship so much aja,” added Ken.

“I've planned it. That's why I'm going away from home and boarding. My boarding place is close to someone who can help me to migrate. Yesterday I met him, asked for his help. All of you I ask to be taught to teach also to him,” explained Mario.

Ken digested Mario's speech. Ken does know Mario's plan to get away from home and why. However, Ken does not know if Mario has also found someone who can help his way.

“Beliau? Who do you mean?” ask Ken.

“Pak Nizar, our lecturer. My place is close to him. I'm errat. Not a boarding place, rather I contracted a house.” Mario explains it to Ken.

“What? Cool, bro. Can you ask for lecture material,” Ken's idea.

“It feels like you're the one who's going to do that, Ken!” Mario Protest.

“Hahaha. Well, that's you know!” exclaim Ken.

Niatan Mario is round. His determination is full of spirit. After these new days, a new step, even a new appearance will color his hijra journey.

Bismillaah, Inner Mario.

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