Love Without But

Elmira Khashamira

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"How's my friend doing, sir?"

 I heard the sound of a cry Lyra asked worriedly to one of the puskesmas officers who had checked me.

"The theme is okay, really, Neng. Just fainted for a second. Maybe it was just a little bit of a shock and a little bump. It's human now."

"Thank God, thank you, sir."

I immediately invited Lyra to leave the puskesmas. I felt like my body was fine and there were no serious injuries. There are only slight blisters on the arms and calves that have been wrapped in bandages. I was worried that if this incident reached the ears of Mother and Abah who would definitely feel anxious and worried.

"Sure, you're okay, Dhin?" ask Lyra to make sure.

"Yes, I'm okay, I'm just a little dizzy. Then also say it yourself," answered I'm sure.

"Returning home, what's going on to my college, huh?"

"To the campus. But later if you are at home you do not tell anyone, yes, if we had fallen from the bike," I asked before we stepped out of the puskesmas.

"Ashiaap up!"

***

The blue matcik motor that Lyra was driving on began to enter the campus gate. Lyra continued to drive her vehicle to the canteen that was around there. Then took me to sit on a row of empty canteen benches as she waited for the bell to come to class.

"Yuk, we'll sit down! Take the food you like, his hands pointed at the variety of fried foods and snacks that lined up on the elongated table.

"Who, Ra, the new student, huh?" ask the canteen mother who already looks familiar with Lyra.

"Yes, Mom, this old stock freshman." Lyra replied with a cry.

"Damn, Lo!" my grunts snorted towards Lyra. I smiled nodding towards the canteen mother who was reciprocated with a similar thing by her.

"Lo, would you like to eat fried food, what would I like to pesenin karedok?" Lyra offers.

"I'll order it myself later." I answered lazily.

"Yaudah, I lived here first, yes, I already have class, here, at this hour," said Lyra to clear some of her books that had been scattered on the cafeteria table.

"Nitip temen Lyra this one, yes, Mom," cried Lyra to the canteen mother before she passed.

"Give me stuff, what? in all these twists," my whiskers widened both eyes toward Lyra who was already blurred.

Almost fifteen minutes I sat on the bench of my own canteen after finishing a few pieces of fried food and downing a glass of warm sweet tea. I walked over to the cashier to pay for everything I ordered.

"Dhin, I happen to have no more hours, nih, pull it, yuk!" he surprised me who came suddenly from behind.

"Where else are we?" my many.

Lyra shrugged her shoulders. "Where do you want to go?" 

Almost thirty minutes of our journey arrived at the destination. I took Lyra directly to his residence Pak Kiyai who is usually familiarly called Abi. Coincidentally he was at home and was relaxing in the park next to the girls dormitory building.

Abi invited us to enter the living room and let us sit down. Lyra and I decided to sit on the floor and sit on the sofa right in front of me.

The feeling of reluctance and awkwardness still continued to envelop me. Until the mouth feels heavy to express the initial purpose earlier to come here.

"It looks like something important Neng Dihinil took the time to stop by here, do you want to give me an invitation letter?" Abi's question blew my daydream.

"Emh .. i, yes ... Bi," I stammered.

"Well, the feeling was only yesterday Neng Dihinil wearing a blue white uniform now wants to get married, tho?"

"Yes, Bi," I replied as I blushed.

I also tried to gather the courage to convey the anxiety and doubt that has plagued my feelings lately. Abi began to listen to every sentence that came out of my lips. Sometimes I see his head nodding, a sign that he is very understanding of what I feel.

"Owh, that's the problem" he said. Abi continued his words. "Choosing a life partner should not be arbitrary. If you choose wrong later it can be a catastrophe of the afterlife. Because a partner is the one who will determine the likes and sorrows of our lives throughout the life lived later together with him." Abi picked up a large glass of water on the table and sipped it slowly. While allowing me and Lyra to drink the warm tea that was served by Nining Tea who had been working for a long time in his house. Abi began to continue his wanderings.

"For a woman, then choose a prospective husband who can be a good priest.

The way in order to be able to choose the right partner, in addition to property, appearance, and descent, then we should choose a good religion. That is the right criteria to be taken into consideration in choosing a life partner," concluded Abi after he gave a lengthy explanation.

"Yes, Bi, later Dhinil will consider again," I said steadily. For some reason after hearing the instructions and messages from him my heart felt much better and was calm. The doubt that initially stuck in the heart seemed to disappear for a moment. The desire to get married is getting hot again.

"Be assured of God's promise that a good man is for a good woman, a good woman is for a good man. A man who is religious will take care of himself and his family from things that are not desirable. He will think a thousand times to do immortality and that can hurt his partner and family later, because there will be a fear of sin if he does it. Property, heredity, and good looks or beauty are not guarantees of happiness, but religion can be a firm grip to achieve happiness in the world and the hereafter."

"God willing, Abi and Umi will come on his wedding day Dhinil." Abi ended his talk after I asked him to please present on the day of my wedding which is already a few days away.

Lyra and I resigned and kissed the back of her hand with reverence after it felt like everything was enough and done. I took Lyra around the hut to see the dormitory building that still stands still exactly the same as when I lived there a few years ago. Because it coincides with the holiday atmosphere of the cottage which is usually boisterous by the sound of the santri now looks quiet and silent. I had a chat with Teh Nining who is still loyal to help Umi until now.

After feeling quite nostalgic by looking and circling the cottage environment I invite Lyra to go home.

Before Lyra started the engine, she whispered in my ear. "Dhin, I know the reason you prefer Mas Agung than Kak Iwan," he said while smiling indistinctly.

"What's emang?" my search.

"Lo chose Mas Agung because of his physique, right, which is more handsome and taller than Kak Iwan?" answer Lyra so know.

"Some, Iah, Ra ... God willing, I chose Mas Agung because he was also a good man. Although the status is not santri but I know that Mas Agung is diligent and likes to come to the place of study once a week in his village. Salat is also diligent." I deny Lyra's words.

"Where do you know yourself?"

"From his Teteh. I've talked on the phone before."

"Udah, hayu's leaving! the kesorean hunt will be home. Want you to spray my mom?" I concluded so that Lyra did not continue the question.

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