Mystical Story

The Story of Applying for Nurjanah

 

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...The Beginning of the Story of Applying Nurjanah...

Outside the Mall drizzle started to come down. Inside, Raga (not her real name) is a bit uneasy. Sometimes he saw a clock wrapped around his wrist. “Jam 20.30 minutes.............. soon the mall will close.....” murmur. In front of him a girl was busy looking at the clothes on display. The atmosphere of the mall was already rather quiet. One by one, visitors started to leave.

Raga took a slow breath. He saw the girl who was flipping through clothes. This is the third time Raga took the streets of the pujaan since they met. Although it has been almost three months to get acquainted Raga felt did not believe that he could meet and get acquainted with the girl before him. The disbelief arises because all this time Raga is almost desperate about women.

At the age of almost three heads, he has twice experienced serious love failures. Not because of a less handsome face or an unestablished economy. Failure after failure love Raga he experienced because “musibah”. And both of them happened on the eve of engagement.

It is reflected in Raga's mind how she made her first love with a classmate. Love the colorful High School boy flowers. Mutual affection without interfered with the turmoil of lust. They just want to always meet. And those blooming flowers of love kept on blossoming until both of them finished from High School. But their dream of living together was really just a dream. The ark of love ran aground on a rock.

Yes, the failure of his first love he experienced two years after graduating from school. At that time Raga had already determined her engagement day with the girl who became her boyfriend since the 2nd grade of High School. But poor can't be denied. Just because Raga did not go to college and only because of the successors of his parents as a farmer, the love of both ran aground in the middle of the ocean. Mashed rock parents of the girl who incidentally as “saudar”.

Since the failure of her first love, Raga has focused on helping her parents. The time is really busy to pursue his parents' business trip between rice fields and rice mill. He could not bear to see the condition of his parents who had begun to turn back and forth to the rice fields and rice mill. And it's been running for almost three years. If only the owner of the rice mill child was not chasing the love of Raga maybe he will not experience a second breakup.

A tragic failure of love. The rice mill owner's daughter died after an accident. Experiencing a brain stammer and gone for ever. Love is buried. Perhaps that is the journey of love that he must experience. “Mas........ already want to close......” suddenly security is standing before him. Stuttering raga. Immediately he pulled the girl's arm, out of the mall. Outside the night is getting late. Cold biting skin and drizzle still keep dripping. Occasionally fragrant jasmine flashed across Raga's nose.

Although not so bright because it is blocked by transparent curtains, the slightly dim living room light can penetrate the glass window on the left right of the main door. Garden lights in the right corner of the house highlight towards the expanse of garden grass and ranks of ornamental plants similar to betel.

On the left side of the house looks a hallway that leads to the backyard, rather dark. In the corner of the backyard, just under the light, although faint, looks a kind of swing toy made of wood. Somewhat to the right of the frangipani tree of Bali stands firm. Not far from the house which is bounded by several rice fields there is a public tomb belonging to the village.

“Almost first mas.........” Pinta the girl to Raga before she opens the gate. “Other times. Not good with neighbors.” Replied Raga while opening the gate made of iron. “Ya already..................... be careful on the road yes……….?! Raga nodded. “You are also careful.......... deserted house.” Raga said as she closed the gate again.

The girl passed by leaving Raga standing outside the gate. He looked at Raga occasionally. Raga waved her hand. The fragrance of jasmine flowers flashed back on his nose. The night was silent. From a distance, a wolf is heard. The feathers of Raga stood up immediately. Immediately turned on the motorbike machine when it was seen the boyfriend had entered the house.

On the way home Raga had felt there was a strange atmosphere that night. Unlike some time ago when the first or second time he dressed up to the house of the girlfriend. At that time the atmosphere was so bright. Flashing lights surround the old house that only inhabited the girlfriend with a maid, because both parents and three sisters live in Jakarta.

“Ah! It's just my feeling……….! Understand this is night jum’at” Tepis Raga entertain yourself. The motor continues to drive. Tracing the village road that is hollow and inundated with water. Along the way the village felt like there was no sign of life. Silent, quiet and gripping. Only the street lights are lined with silence that conducts the speed of the motor.

During the trip from the girlfriend's house on the village road it was only three times Raga crossed paths with another biker. It was after almost reaching the highway.

The rest of the drizzle from the rain that fell before dawn was still dancing in the morning expanse. Cold free shivering body. Wet dao. The road is covered with water.

The clock on the wall of the room already pointed at the number six. The body had not yet moved from its bed. Unlike usual, after dawn Raga prayers directly perform small activities to wait for the sunrise. But this morning he didn't do that. After the morning prayers he returned to bed. The cold air made Raga reluctant to take off her sleeping blanket. His mind drifted, breaking through a few months ago, when he first met the girl he had driven home last night.