NEMESIS SWORN BUT MARRIED (JANDaku)
JANDAKU (84) Branching?
Tonight, the air was colder than the night before. The weather has entered the dry season.
Remembering the word Father, it is said that this year the dry season will be longer than the previous year. The lean season, difficult water and rather a food crisis due to many farmers' crops that fail to be harvested according to income.
Hhh...
As usual, after performing the worship of Isya I used to turn on the music through the active speakers of my music play application on the phone.
I am an art lover. Music connoisseurs and bathroom singers who quite understand the beautiful tones. Had also followed the trend of making Band Groups in adolescence. But disband the road is constrained by the cost of studio rent and musical instruments and the activities of the members who can not be synchronized.
The song Anjie Drive, whose title is Waiting for You, sings softly thrill Back to remember the sweet face of JANDAKU who is now far away in the land of people. My dear Siti Alifah.
Look at me, honey
Who has fought
Waiting for you to come
Pick you home
Remember slalu, honey
My heart you hold
I'm not leaving
Waiting for you here
Stay right here
Clickable.
I replaced the song with the next song , getting bored with melow music that makes me mentally down to hear love songs.
Thou art soul mate
Your name is engraved in the navel
At every step I prayed
May we be together
Thou shalt be the moor of my heart
Put your love in my life
I want you to know how long you miss
And I must be loyal
^^^^Listen
All night long I prayed
^^^Constrate and then I ask^^^
^^^ May we be together
Haish... This song!!! Make bete' I aje! Hiks, this bucini song mah! Hua...
Clickable.
Change it again, the next song.
I don't want to
You cry out sad
Take the tears from you
Which I want
Meaning of present me
'Kan erased your pain
Darling
^^^Because for me^^^
^^^You are my honor^^^
^^^Listen... Listen to me^^^
Shiiit.shiiit! This is my favorite song why is it all romance song!!! Haish!
I patted my forehead. Peeper. It turns out that songs can also be enjoyed under certain conditions, in certain feelings.
I used to love melancholy romance songs and the lyrics are so longing for love.
But now, when this heart is closing the meeting called LOVE, hearing these songs makes me sick and instantly turn it off for the sake of soul sanity.
Until I am tired of the word of love hear the sound of klotrak-klotrek from the next room. Arif's Room!
Tok tok tok tok
Catch the door to his room slowly.
"Riff! Ariff..."
Chequek.
His face was raised from behind the door.
"Can you come in?"
"Get in, Bang!"
"Check, uhuk!"
I coughed.
"Sorry, Bang! I just burned the bukhur, Bang!"
"Yemeni?"
"Maghribian Hill!"
"For what? Its function?"
I searched for him, with short but heavy questions.
"Bukhur, Bang! Just a typical Middle Eastern fragrance. In pesantren we used to do it as a means of tranquility in order to create specificity in exploring the book!" the answer is, diplomatic.
I stared fixedly at his two clear eyeballs.
"What are you doing?"
"Again read the book, Bang!"
I know, he's a santri's son. Automatically the problem of worship and study of religion must have become a daily default. But looking at his attitude and nature that is so closed and mysterious no doubt makes me curious as well.
I took the yellow book lying on its nightstand.
Fortunately relieving the tension and melting the cold atmosphere, I smiled widely.
"Eh, Ref,... In the pesantren is good?" tanyaku sok familiar while sitting on the bed of the guest room which is now Arif's room.
He smiled thinly.
"In the beginning, that's it! Ga. But after two months, I finally felt at home too. Hehe..."
I'm happy, Arif is interested in answering my question casually. Even chuckling as if remembering the early days he lived in the pesantren.
"Have you ever wanted to escape? Generally, we usually stay at home. Deket same parents, sodara. Now stay away from family. Learn away from the environment we used to live in. There are new people we don't know yet. Yes khan?" ask again. Still trying to be cool.
"Nearly, Bang! Hehe... But where are you going to run away too? As a result, accept fate, so be it. Long time krasan also koq!" answer's relaxed.
I looked around the room.
I was surprised to see two pieces of paper on the wall. It says Arabic calligraphy. But... My eyes are looking seriously. Persecute writing.
"Riff... That's what?" aska I want to know.
"What is definitely not a harupat geura gede geura lumpat jampe-jampe reading. Hehe... It's just calligraphy of khat wani, Bang! Just a beautiful sentence from the divine Kalam!"
I'm laughing too. But the more curious they want to know.
"Wen...! What's... In the pesantren do you have goibnya science?"
"Huh? What does God think of you?"
Hiks, basic omod! Ask back. I know the science of cave religion is minimal. Pake asked anyway! I'm looking for a repeat of the fear of being remed again! Hixes.
"God is the Supreme Goib! And Allah is the supreme Goib among His creatures who goib-goib."
"You... Are you studying other sciences besides memorizing the Qur'an?" accuse me directly, because lazy convoluted.
Arif now returned my eyes.
"In pesantren, we are given the freedom to choose what knowledge we want to learn!..."
I was stunned, hearing his floating explanation. Still trying to wait for the story to continue.
"You... Must have been having a lot of trouble, huh?" guess slowly. After regretting it for a long time he continued the conversation.
He smiled thinly. Again the smile covered his mystery.
"Bang!... Brother got a delivery from someone!"
Degs... Degs... Degs... Degs...
Mean what? Koqs,... By the way, Arif even make me suck?
I'm clucking once. Smile broadly, grin.
"I know, you won't believe my words!"
"What do you mean, Rif?"
Arif staring. I don't want to lose either. He is still a boy. Just 20 years old. Seven years different from me. Even when he was born, I was good at reading and counting. Because I was in a red white uniform when he first saw the world.
"Sorry...!"
"How many years have you been boarding school?"
"Three years, Bang!"
"New for corn. Most good you know the new khatam of the Qur'an and memorization of 30 juz. But do not be sober to predict because the hafiz of the Qur'an is not a fortune-teller. But the memorizers of the Qur'an!"
I'm just brightly gas. He offended me. To light my life up to dare to make a roar if I get someone's delivery.
"Betewe I got what shipment? The money? Online package from Lazada what is Akulaku?" ask me with a joke after realizing that my response was too fast.
Hadeuhwas... Forgot me! Why do I have to go first, me? The same time the talk of his own adek should I get angry using soul esmoci!? What a friend, Tot!
I tried to calm myself down. Trying to return to the original intention, in order to be more familiar and closer to Arif.
It's not just a storm just because of the speech that I think does not make sense.
But... A shipment? This... This is this bad!
...❤BERCONNECT❤...
