Mystical Story

The Story of Nurjanah #2

 

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“Brought to the front of yuk mosque. Said the carpenter there was a tire patch. Maybe you can betulin your motor.” Said Raga.

The girl agreed. Raga's motorbike was taken to the front tire patcher of the mosque. The girl followed from behind. While waiting for the motorbike so the two sat on a concrete bench that was near the tire patchworker, under a flamboyant tree.

“Sorry, it's been a hassle! O yes my name is Nurjanah” the girl said as she reached out.

Raga welcomes the hand.“My name is Raga!. Nice to meet you.”

And the night began to grow late. The engine motor can be turned on. Raga smiled in light of the event. From an unexpected meeting by Raga continued to contact each other via phone and facebook, in addition to meeting land. And even the two have agreed to continue the engagement.

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“Tok tock tock!” Stuttering raga. The door to the room was pulled from the outside.

“Raga is noon!” His mother's voice came from behind the door. Raga got up from the bed. Opening the door to the bathroom.

Towards Maghrib, a red matic motorcycle came out from the gate of the old house at the end of the village. It's getting dark. The drizzle slowly came down. Street lights and terraces of the houses began to be lit. Several people were seen walking towards the mosque near the old house. In a somewhat hasty rush Nurjanah escaped his motorbike through the drizzle that began to wet the village road. The smell of fragrance left behind jolted the nose of Mr. Hasan who was walking towards the mosque with his wife.

“Jam this way Nurjanah has come out. Bu......” Mr. Hasan said to his wife. “Kok You know?” “Didn't Mom smell something?” Mr. Hasan asked back. “Iya anyway.......” “It smells typical of Nurjanah.......... fragrant but contains mystical.......” “Ah Mr................ make a fear only..............” His wife said as she grabbed the left arm of Mr. Hasan, who was holding an umbrella. Adhan maghrib has been heard from the mosque toa. The night began to slow.

Not so long ago, a pair of students came in. Both walked looking good. The girl's right hand hugged her man's waist. While the left hand of the guy embraces the shoulder of the girl. While walking towards the back bench occasionally the little guy's kiss landed on the girl's cheek. They took a seat in the back corner. Seeing their behavior from the opposite corner, Nurjanah smiled and shook her head.

“Ah................ what smell is this..................?” Suddenly the girl slapped. He looked at the whole room. Slender. “Bau what the hell........?” Ask the guy while moving the tip of his nose. “Scent oil................”.

The girl did not start her speech because she saw that there were some students entering the room. The feather stands. Merindnig's……..! The empty chairs in the lecture hall began to fill up. The incoming student later took a seat right next to Nurjanah. The front and side seats seemed empty.

“Hai.........” The student's greeting to Nurjanah is somewhat whispering. “Hai also.........” Reply Nurjanah. “Kok in the back?” Ask the student then. “Cold aja....” Reply Nurjanah accordingly. “How is Mr Hasan? Still a tomb caretaker?” The student asked the news of his family who was in contact with Nurjanah. “Still…………. He is a person sregep you know................ tlaten.......” Replied Nurjanah praised Mr. Hasan the caretaker of the tomb in his village. “When do I want to go to Mr De's house, all of you stop by your house huh? Can you......?”

Nurjanah. “Over time I did not sowan him....” The student continued. The middle-aged man with thick glasses entered the room directly to the table in front of the student chairs. Before giving macro economics courses, he viewed the students who were in front of him. His chest suddenly ticked as his gaze was fixed on Nurjanah. For a moment the teacher sighed. “Astaghfirullah.........” Mumbled the lecturer.

While giving the course once the lecturer's eye view glanced at Nurjanah. There was a sense of disbelief in his heart. Is it really what he saw tonight? During becoming a new lecturer this time he saw the figure of his students who were so other. Is he really a student? Fear mixed with wonder in her.

Finished giving the lecturer's course deliberately did not directly leave the room. While carefully packing his books he observed one by one the students who came out of the room. The last out of the student who was sitting next to Nurjanah. But where is that student? Outside the rain started to fall. Cold through the skin. And the smell of jasmine flowers filled the lecture hall.

The clock on the wall of the living room already pointed to the number nine. The drizzle that came down since this morning has not subsided. From the living room, by the window, Raga stared at the street that was in front of her house. The path that every little rain always inundated with water. Like this morning. The rain that fell for about an hour yesterday afternoon left a puddle of water along the road in front of his house. Including roads in the neighboring rt region. Worse, for homes whose floor height is equal to or lower than the road, the house will inevitably enter water. The water will recede after a week. The rainy season is not yet certain when it will stop.

This kind of situation has been going on for a few years. Various efforts from residents to overcome the problem have been done a lot. From cleaning the channel, making sodetan to elevating/insecting the road with self-help costs. It's all been taken. Even the last through the village head of the residents have submitted channel repair assistance to the district government, but until now there has been no news. Floods still faithfully accompany residents in the neighborhood of Raga house.

Raga breathed. “When yes this environment will be free from flooding..........?”.Mumbled. “Tomorrow if you become regent.............” Suddenly his mother who had been behind Raga for a long time. “Ah Mother............... make a surprise..................” Sahut Raga was a little surprised. “Resid you anyway..... early in the morning already daydreaming........” His mother sat in the guest chair. Raga sat down in front of her mother. “O yes.......... how are your relations with si Nur.......”.

Ask Raga's mother while occasionally her right hand rubs tobacco on her teeth. The small-bodied woman is indeed fond of “nginang”. Until even though he was almost seventy-five years old his teeth still look solid. “Ya............ still smoothly...........” Answer Raga mediocre. “I mean Mom............ are you serious about Nur................?” Raga did not answer immediately. The face of his mother was fixed. “Pity Mother........ at her age she has not been able to pet the grandchild of her own son” Raga said. “If you are already compatible with the Nur mbok yes once the child was invited here.” Continue Mother. Raga was silent.

Indeed, since meeting with Nurjanah, until it can be discussed as his girlfriend, Raga has never invited Nurjanah to his house. Especially introducing the girl to her parents. It's not that Raga isn't seriously in a relationship with Nurjanah. She is still a little traumatized by her past. But actually he had talked about the seriousness of his relationship with Nurjanah. And Nurjanah doesn't mind. It's just that Raga hasn't told her mother.

“Are you still traumatized by the past...........?” Asked her mother further, as if understanding what Raga was thinking. “Think it's a trial. Gusti Allah is choosing a mate for you better.” Follow mother. “Front month your age is already a head of three……………. Do not get it later if your children still need your attention already old……….. And again Mother would have wanted nimang grandchild Said his father who suddenly appeared and buzzed his mother's conversation. “Iya.......... who wants nimang grandson only mother, father does not....” Answer his mother who greeted with laughter.

Outside the drizzle has subsided a bit but cloudy still closes the sky. And the small family talk still continues until the dhuhur adhan reverberated.