My God Wants Him

A Mom's Story

The morning sun shines on the earth where the little girl stands. Today is very bright, although it is still seven past a quarter, but not as bright as Aini this morning. He who often came late to school is now repeating the activity again. Footsteps that were originally small have now widened beyond the width of the legs of sumo players.

He half-runs as he descends from the angkot across from his school. The distance he had to travel was not far, only about thirty meters, but because time was very urgent, of course the distance seemed to make Aini want to wear the disappearing style as she had seen on television so that she immediately arrived at the school field.

Every morning, the school held an apple before starting the lesson. Not the apple that is the name of the fruit yes, but the apple is like a short ceremony for the students without being followed by the teachers. The apple is usually supervised by members of the osis, where the apple officers who recite orderly events, prayers or short lectures are usually appointed from the students in one class alternately every day.

"Ampuuuunn .. look at you Aini!" exclaimed the BK teacher waiting in front of the school gate. "How many times have you been late in a week? I got tired of seeing you running around from across there!" continued.

"I.. Yes sorry, sir. My house is far away ..," said Aini.

"That's how clever you are to make excuses! If your house is far away, you should come early so as not to be late!"

"Already, sir. But that was ...."

"Ah, already ... already! Now you hurry to the field!" tell Mr. Na'im. "I'm good today again, so you don't I'm legal," he continued.

"Thank you, sir. Mr. good .. so," said Aini sok cute.

"You're the one thousandth person who says I'm good. So I've been used to hearing those words," said Mr. Na'im with his pede.

Aini rolled her eyes lazily. He knows very well if this one BK teacher always makes people disgusted with the extraordinary level of the sword. He immediately ran towards the field to follow the morning apple.

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"Ni, aren't you in the cafeteria?" ask Rika. My dear friend Aini was astonished to see the girl. Not usually he looks moody and not excited in learning. After the apple, Aini entered the class with an unpleasant face in the eyes. He did not even listen to the subject matter described by the teacher and it did not escape the attention of Rika as his compatriot.

"No, Ka. If you want to go to the cafeteria it's okay, I'm in class" said Aini. He rested his chin on one hand he placed on the table while the other hand played a pen.

"Hmmm.. You don't take food? I'll buy it later" asked Rika again.

"No need. I brought supplies from home" said Aini. Not not not not want to buy food in the cafeteria, but today Aini's mood is no longer good, even the provisions he brought alone are reluctant to he greedy.

"All right, I'll go first." Rika leaves Aini alone in class. Actually he did not have the heart, but he was more sorry for the worms in his stomach that had thrashed asking for food.

While in the cafeteria, Rika meets Fani and Sara. Both of his friends were asking Aini. Sara who is closer to Aini all this time certainly knows that her best friend has looked moody at school, surely she has unresolved problems. Sara leaves Fani and Rika to meet Aini in her class.

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"What's wrong? Try the story." Sara who just arrived at Aini's class immediately sat down in the usual seat in Rika, which is right next to Aini.

Aini turned her head, because she had still closed her eyes closed by the hand she had folded on the table. "I'm just sleepy."

"Sleep is at home, not in class! Find a creative reason!"

Aini smiled wryly. It was difficult for him to lie to Sara who had memorized her character all this time.

"Bagas, it's very difficult to contact," complained Aini. Finally, he revealed his heart to Sara.

"Maybe he's a lot of work, so he didn't have time to call you" Sara said.

"Okay, I can understand that. But this is another, he doesn't even reply to my message even on holidays. Is that natural?"

"Then I don't think so. But just ask him nicely first, he must have his own reasons." Sara tries to calm Aini down, because she knows that her relationship with Amar was also bad because of lack of communication, so she does not want to give advice that makes Aini regret later.

Aini tidied up the book that was still on the table and moved it into her backpack."How to ask, if the person in contact is difficult!"

"I think you have a problem. Until I defend it, don't eat in the cafeteria to see you. It's just Bagas! Just found out now what it's like to be bucin, right?" ledek Sara's.

Aini laughed off. "I'm sorry, I'm not as sweet as you. Anyway you're still number one."

"Basic! I'm not sorry either!" sara said as she pushed Aini's shoulder.

Soon Rika returned to class followed by Fani. They were also marketing what things made Aini moody today.

"Where, Ra? Have you got a problem with Aini?" asked Fani who was standing next to Sara.

"Silence, Fan. Everything is under control" said Sara.

"I believe I'm with Sara. Look at it Aini can already smile that way," said Rika.

They continued the conversation until the back entrance bell rang. Make Sara and Fani return to their respective classes.

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After returning home from school, Aini tried to contact Bagas, hoping that the man would return his message this time. But absolutely nothing, because it had been an hour Aini waited, but not a single reply he received.

Aini who did not want to take a headache immediately went out of the room and left her cellphone lying on the bed. He helped the mother who was concocting spices for her cooking this afternoon.

"Where is school today?" mother asked when she saw Aini coming into the kitchen.

"Thank God everything is good, ma'am," said Aini.

"Thank God ...." Mother is seen holding a frying device, while inserting a pureed spice.

"Why ask like that? Don't-don't ...."

Aini immediately replied to mother's words. "Don't do what, ma'am. I'll just ask."

"Four times several times mother dating, but the one who became your father instead is not one of the mother's boyfriend," said the mother.

"Can't you, ma'am? So the same mother's father can get married how is the story?" ask Aini curiously.

"Yes, your father moved from the district and migrated to our village. Then he said he used to see mom drying clothes and your dad like he had a pounding on his chest when he saw mom. Then suddenly my father came to the house to meet my mother who was not a girlfriend at the time."

"Keep, ma'am .. continue...." Aini is increasingly impatient waiting for the continuation of the story of the mother who is still busy with coconuts that are in the squeeze of food.

"Continue ... The second time your father came, he said he was going to bed. If the mother agrees, then next week the parents will come to propose to the mother officially," continued the mother.

"Ohh, so sweet..., so I answered yes at that time, ma'am?"

"If you say no, you and your sisters are not in this world!" firmly mom.

Aini laughed a little. "Ih, the mother does not have her jaim-jaim become a girl, cook immediately accept it. Want her mother to think about the cake first, let it look selling expensive dikit," ledek Aini.

"Anyway by the way!" said mother while splashing a little coconut milk on Aini's face. "Mother answered immediately because there was consideration. So the first time your father came to the house, the next day Grandpa told mom that your father seemed like a good and serious man. Of all the men who have come to the house, your grandfather said only father who according to grandfather fit the mother," explained the mother to her eldest daughter.

"Hmm. So you're the lucky guy from a lot of mom's ex-boyfriends, huh?"

"Yes ... That's how it is," said the mother.

"When will the wedding be?" tanya Aini was getting curious.

"Two months after the mother in the father's application, because the marriage will need preparation," continued the mother.

"Mom why not get married to one of my old girlfriends? Are they nothing serious?"

"You are, very curious as it seems," said the mother.

"No, ma'am. Let Sis know what mom's story with dad is. Is it romantic like in a movie on television?"

"Do you know what a sister is about romance? Don't be married if you're not married!" exclaim mom.

"Yes, mom... I just want to know."

"There used to be one serious mother's boyfriend, but suddenly a few months he never visited mom. It was even common every Sunday night that she picked up mommy from work, but for those few months she didn't come. Mom was curious, finally she looked for her home address and came there. It turns out that for the last few months his sister said he was sick and it was pretty bad. Then his sister also told me that his brother was rude and liked to slam things when he was angry. Finally, the mother retreated, because the mother did not want to have a husband who when angry could endanger the mother. That was my last girlfriend before I knew your father."

"So how many ex-girlfriends are you?"

"Ah, stop. Don't ask anymore. The point is now that you recommend that you do not date before marriage. The courtship is just a waste of time and makes the heartache even get sin anyway. I don't want my kids to feel the same way. It is better if there is a serious man immediately married. Even getting to know each other after marriage is much more romantic than dating before marriage. Besides being halal, anything we do with a partner certainly brings rewards, not sins like when we are not married."

"Have it, now help me put this food on the table!" mother's word.

"Good, mom."

After Aini helped mom, she returned to her room and looked back at the phone she had placed on her mattress. It turned out that Bagas replied to his short message about five minutes ago. He pressed a button to contact the man who was his girlfriend.

"Tuuut...." The first call that Aini made had not yet gotten an answer from across there, making Aini make a second call.

"Call..." Sounds authenticated from inside the phone Aini when the second call is almost over. Aini answered immediately.

Hello... What are you doing there? ~ Aini

Again sit back just relax ~ Bagas

Where the hell has it been all this time? Why never return my message? ~ Aini

Not anywhere, I often help grandfather keep the shop, so did not have time to open the phone ~ Bagas

"Don't feel guilty for once, not apologizing but instead answering casually!" inner Aini.

So now you're guarding grandpa's shop or something? ~ Aini

No, this again in front of the house alone ~ Bagas

After the last words of Bagas, he heard the voice of a woman not far from Bagas, because her voice was very clear. Makes Aini rethink that Bagas is definitely not alone at this time. But who's that woman?

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