Love Without But

Apologizing

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Night bus between provinces majoring Merak-Yogya sound almost lost swallowed by the sound of mixed sari song that continues to be played again by the driver to accompany a long trip. The cold from the AC bus began to feel piercing the skin. Make all passengers start wearing their own jackets.

"Deck, the sweater's on the cake, gih! let's not get cold." Mas Agung thrust a zebra-patterned suwiter to me which he took from the bag of clothes that had been prepared.

"Yes, brother, how cold, huh?"

"Yes, this is, right, an executive bus. If the economy later even hot sultry," he replied standing closed the AC hole that was right on the bench to reduce the cold.

The phone inside the small bag rang back. I'm worried that Ifa called and terrorized like that. While at this time there was the figure of Mas Agung sitting beside me.

After being seen to make sure who contacted me rushed to shift the green button to immediately receive a phone call that turned out to be from Bibi who settled in the land of Papua.

"City ... Whyhappy, Bi? How are the families in Papua. All healthy, right, Bi?" my bro starts a conversation.

"Let's go, Alhamdulillah healthy everything. Dhinil, we heard you're married, right? Why don't you get married so you don't tell the family you're here, huh?" Consecutive questions with typical papuan logic thrown by Bibi make me a little confused.

"Yes, Bi, sorry, yesterday the time of the event was not able to go together before the event was also quite simple and sudden, anyway, so do not think if you have to ngabarin a family far away," I explained. 

"What's? Why did you marry a simple and sudden event, tho? Are you pregnant first, huh? There's a kid in the belly, are you? All right, you got married on a sudden and simple show no news anyway, come here? If it's true then your marriage is not legal and not lawful, tho?" cecar Bibi without shady aling-aling.

"Astaghfirullah, Bi, no, Bi. Insha Allah Dhinil marriage is legal and lawful, really, because Dhinil married not in a state of pregnancy. Especially get pregnant first, Naudzubillahimindzalik. Even a week before marriage Dhinil happened to fit a monthly guest until the day of his marriage contract Dhinil is still in a state not yet holy from menstruation." At length I expose the true events to Auntie. Hope there are no more misunderstandings.

"Thank God, thank God then. Aunty's just afraid you can't take care of yourself and like most people out there. Marriage is the longest service in our lives. It is not good if it begins with obedience and committing major sins whose sins will be lost if it has been whipped a hundred times for the unmarried and stoned to die for the married then repent nasuha."

"Yes, Bi, Dhinil understand. Dhinil also believes that until our marriage begins by violating religious law, there will certainly be no blessing and peace in living the housewife later," I said later.

"Yes, I'm afraid and worried that you're going the wrong way and getting carried away by free association out there."

"Alhamdulillah, no, Bi. Alhamdulillah Dhinil survived and was always protected from major sins by the Supreme Protector until Dhinil was met with a halal partner as it is today," I said assured.

"Yeah, I'm sorry that Auntie thought bad about you, Dhin. You're all right there. So obedient wife to your husband. Aunty can only pray from afar may your marriage be a family that mawadah warrohmah."

"Yes, Bi, thank you for the prayer, thank you Bibi has been attentive and always worried about Dhinil here. Moga Bibi is always given a healthy and long life that is a blessing and a blessed sustenance." My sincere prayers are with him who is far away on the island.

"Where are you, now?" Auntie asked.

"Dhinil's on the bus going to Kebumen, Bi."

"Your husband is Kebumen, huh? You got a java, tho?" Far away your soul mate turned out. Not that your candidate is a santri who goes to the boarding school, that is, right? she has six grandchildren. Because once Bibi came home from Papua and visited home, coincidentally when Iwan visited the house as well. 

"Yes, Bi, same Menes people turned out Dhinil was not a match. And the real soul mate, this wong djowo," I replied as I glanced at the Great Mas sitting next door.

"Greet your husband from Aunty, tho."

"Yes, Bi, it'll be saluted to the guy."

"Be careful on the road, if it's on the way. Who's at home in your husband's place later," he said before hanging up the phone.

I turned off the button off the phone and put it back in the bag because the battery was lowbatt.

The mind started to fuss when it remembered Aunt's question earlier. It is not entirely clear in my mind that the wedding event that was held suddenly and simply it could make others suspect that far.

"So who called?" tanya Mas Agung disperse my daydream.

"Auntie who lives in Papua," I replied shortly.

"Kok, don't you know the same brother?"

"Yes, he'll be known if he's met directly."

"When can it be found, right, Papua is far away?"

"Although far away, but Bibi mah often back and forth here, kok, while nengokin his youngest son who was in school while lodging in the modern boarding school ustaz Mansyur."

"Owh, far too yes, from Papua nyekolahin children get here."

"Who is, trained to be self-sufficient to get used away from parents and family. Later we also if we have children must be trained independently like that, yes, brother?"

"Is the man ready?"

"Ready, what?"

"Have a child, tho?"

"If it's your own brother?" say back to nanya.

"Whoever if it has been given the trust of mah."

The chat stopped when the bus we were riding started to enter a special rest area of the bus in a large restaurant owned by Sinar Jaya group.

In addition to a restaurant with a model. There is also a bathroom facility with several doors and a spacious and comfortable musala room for passengers who come to change.

Me and Mas Agung separated when each wanted to go to the bathroom which was located differently between men and women. 

***

Almost three o'clock in the morning we arrived at the house of his parents Mas Agung. Because it was still dark I chose to rest while waiting for dawn to come.

Spend time in the room. I opened the phone and started to open the blue app with the F logo. Start surfing and swipe the screen up and down to see some setatus posted by good friends who know directly or just friends on social media.

Suddenly my eyeballs were fixed onto one of the hundredths of someone posted a few hours ago. With the contents of the caption that successfully makes this chest vibrate, no tears began to fall down both cheeks.

'If it's gone, then it feels that his presence is precious. Goodbye, may you be happy living with the man of your choice.'

I believe that the caption was intended for me because it was written by a man who is now somehow reported. 

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