Love Without But
Friends and Secretaries
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This heart hesitates between having to take a phone call from Ifa or ignoring her. But, finally I slowly also wiped the answer button on the screen of the device.
"City ... Assalamualaikum, how are you, Fa, healthy? Where have you been, all this time no news?" my broom while putting the flat object next to the right ear.
"Heleh .. Don't talk too much! You matre chick! It turns out that all this time you only benefited my brother doang, huh? I can't believe I'm the same as you!"
I was shocked to hear the continuous mockery of Ifa. Didn't expect that the Ifa I previously knew well and was friendly could talk as rough and as loud as that bike.
"I mean, Fa? Why can you talk like that, too?"
"Don't pretend like that, you! Women have no heart! Where is your conscience? Pinter once played a skit behind my back!"
Hearing Ifa's increasingly uncontrollable words I could only swallow. It was not felt that both eyes began to condense. All Ifa's words addressed to me are like a curse that is cast into the heart.
"Sorry, Fa, I don't feel like what you just said to me." My voice sounded vibrating withstanding the cry that from earlier could not be controlled.
"What did you say, just now? Not feel? Great, yeah, really girls don't have brains! I have no heart!" ifa doesn't care about my feelings.
"May you, leave my brother that way, and marry Mas Agung, the man who used to be my future husband!" yelled Ifa hysterically from the other end of the phone line.
"Istighfar Fa! Even if you think I'm wrong. But you shouldn't have me like that! Have you forgotten all this already someone set up, Fa. It is God who has determined and outlined our soul mates!" I said trying to remind and dampen the emotions of Ifa who exploded from earlier.
"Although it should sacrifice my feelings and the feelings of Kak Iwan at once? Basic selfish. Didn't think I was your heart, that rotten!"
"Enough, Fa! please take care of your words! Don't accuse me like that!" I began to be provoked by emotions by his words that I considered had been beyond the limits of reasonableness.
Was I wrong to have received a proposal from a man who clearly seemed serious about perfecting this half of religion. Because after all, all is the destiny of the provisions that God has set for all. And I am only living the part that God has outlined. Although this little heart said, maybe I would never be able to if I had to be in the position of Ifa and Iwan. Like the fate of the two brothers. Must be abandoned by people who had been expected to be his soul mate. Which turns out it's all just a pseudo dream. For Allah is the All-Ruler of All. That governs every soul mate, sustenance, and death of all his servants.
That's why I don't accept being completely blamed. Because after all Iwan was also too selfish which always demanded me to continue waiting for him without clear certainty.
For the problem of the relationship between Mas Agung and Ifa who once had plans to go towards marriage, it was just a plan. Because unexpectedly in the middle of the road they have to separate then have to determine their respective choices. And it just so happened that the choice of Mas Agung fell to me who used to be his sister-in-law Ifa. Although all plans remain because all missed far from the estimate. Thus, man is merely a believer while Allah is the All-Surer of Everything.
"Engga, Kok, Adek just feel awkward with Mom," I said trying to hide all feelings. Because it is impossible to tell about the talk of Ifa just now. Because the situation and conditions are not yet right to be discussed in a public place like this.
"Walaah ... have not yet boarded the bus already miss Emak aja, how about if it's already there? Never mind later Adek asked to be sent home directly to the same brother, because not at home," as well as the tall man.
"Yes, no, it is, right, there will always be a brother who changes if Adek again misses the mother."
"Waduuh, kok, brother is equated with mother-and-mom, anyway, there is a mother-female look, is that it?" The Great laughed in response to my words.
"Yes, right, now Brother must be the figure of Mother, Abah, best friend, and husband for Adek."
"Okay, Iah, then. Sister ready to be who, as long as this beloved wife is happy and happy."
The inter-provincial bus that we will be riding is ready to leave, because the time has shown at two noon. Mas Agung invited me to immediately board his subscription ray jaya bus. All the goods that brought Great Mas into the car. I just carry a small plastic bag containing snacks and drinks for lunch while on the bus later.
I entered the bus and sat in a row of middle seats with Mas Agung. The atmosphere of Djowo is very felt. Though currently its position is still around the Serang terminal. Maybe because the songs from the cassette played by the driver rhymed Javanese songs mixed saris and almost all bus passengers all spoke using Javanese language that sounded foreign in my ear.
"Yes, brother, how many hours will we be on this bus?" ask me to open a conversation with my husband who is sitting in the chair just to the left. While I sat next to the side near the window of the bus so I could see the scenery outside the road there.
"If the journey is smooth usually twelve hours also have arrived at Gombong terminal later." Mas Agung answered my question while wearing a face mask maybe so that he does not feel nauseous when on a bus trip later. Because the sturdy man had said that he was always drunk traveling every time he boarded a land vehicle such as a bus or other.
Slowly the bus started to go. I took the cell phone from inside the bag I was wearing. My feelings are mixed between sad and emotional when I remember the caci maki thrown by Ifa earlier. I began to type all the grunts that had been rumbling in my heart. I looked for the name of a contact named Iwan so that he knew by the treatment of his sister who had terrorized and succeeded in making me cry.
[Please be advised. Maybe my sister's mind isn't mature yet]. Chat reply from Kak Iwan.
I took a deep breath and put the phone back in the bag.
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