OUR FRUIT OF HEART

Sharing Fat

"Yes, that's it! Ms. Rasti who was sharing excess fat on her hips." sambar Bu Wahyu, while lifting her chin and directing it to Rasti who was walking towards the seventh grade room.

"Oh, no!" tampik Bu Lastri who does not agree with the distribution of fat for him.

Rasti also walked regularly by carrying a student worksheet book regardless of what Bu Lastri said, he just threw a spoiled smile.

Rasti taught the last hour of seventh grade, and it didn't feel like twelve more than twenty minutes. He kept looking at the wall clock installed in the seventh grade room. It seems that Rasti is worried, whether he wants to see Mr Ahmad at the place that Mr Ahmad mentioned or go straight home?.

"Give me a clue, O Allah" muttered Rasti in a soft voice.

Rasti did not want to take a wrong step, let alone to meet a man she had only known for two days. It takes careful consideration, because Rasti does not want to feel disappointed the umpteenth time. A sense of trauma still looms over him, even though it has been five months in a singles match.

Tet, tet, tet.

The sound of the bell home rang startling Rasti daydream, there was a sense of pleasure because he had finished teaching today. But fret still looms.

All the students came home with happy cheers and ran out of the classroom, Rasti opened his phone and there was no message from Mr. Ahmad after this morning they communicated via text message.

Rasti's mood became more confused, and finally Rasti chose to calm himself by performing the prayer duhur first before making a choice.

"It's half an hour, I better pray first" said Rasti while walking out of the classroom seven is already quiet. The atmosphere of the school became quiet, because all students had finished learning today.

Rasti put his cellphone on top of his little sling bag, and he immediately took the wudu water and the duhur prayer.

"Tumben duhur prayer here?" ask Bu Wahyu who keeps observing Rasti.

"Yes, here! you come home from here I'm still going somewhere." replied Rasti while holding his alphabet.

"Ohhh" said Bu Wahyu briefly, rounding his lips.

Rasti is seen with kusyu performing the prayer of duhur, and after that he asked for instructions that Allah Swt strengthen Rasti's heart. Is it important for Rasti to meet with Mr Ahmad this afternoon? or should Rasti go home and rest at home?.

It seems that Rasti has found the answer to his prayer to Allah Swt, immediately he cleaned his prayer equipment and put on a black veil again. Not to forget he gave a little pink lipstick on his tiny lips.

"Have you finished praying?" tanya Bu Wahyu approached Rasti who finished reflecting.

"Thank God, Mom!" rasti replied calmly.

"Thank God, then, that I am coming by the moon" Bu Wahyu told Rasti that he was not praying.

"Where is Rasti going?" continued Bu Wahyu linking his two eyebrows.

Sipping a glass of tea water, Bu Wahyu listened to the answer from Rasti who was ready to go to meet Mr. Ahmad at the Great Mosque of Brebes.

"I want to meet someone, I'll tell you later! after the meeting was successful." said Rasti while pinching the tip of the nose of Bu Wahyu.

"Are you ready?" bu Wahyu's toilet raised one eyebrow.

"Ready!" exclaim Rasti felt he was convinced by his decision to meet Mr. Ahmad at the Great Mosque of Brebes.

"Ready! carry out tasks!" rasti replied firmly, and immediately gasp his motorcycle towards the meeting place.

Traveling on the highway is very crowded, Rasti always sholawat in heart to accompany his journey to be safe until the destination. He hopes that his meeting with Mr. Ahmad will provide positive energy and bring good results for himself and also for Mr. Ahmad.

Fifteen minutes drive, no news from Mr. Ahmad. But Rasti believes that Mr. Ahmad was already at the meeting location.

"May Mr. Ahmad not disappoint me, beware if he makes me angry!" rasti grumbled while riding his motorcycle.

He continued to sholawat, and Rasti had arrived in front of the Great Mosque of Brebes. He immediately parked his motorcycle near Brebes Square.

Rasti sat by the road with a long sigh many times, the highway was very crowded and the heat made him feel dehydrated.

When he was bowing his head, suddenly there was the sound of footsteps approaching him and someone presented a bottle of cold drink to Rasti who was holding his cellphone.

"Here, drink!" his words surprised Rasti.

Rasti looked up his head towards the voice of the adult man in front of him who was sitting resting by the road, apparently the man was Mr. Ahmad who had been waiting for him since thirty minutes ago.

Mr. Ahmad threw a smile to Rasti who was hot and scrunched his nose half-steady aka snub, Rasti was wrong and immediately moved from her seat.

"Sir Ahmad!" rasti was surprised. His eyes widened and stared intently at the two eyeballs of Mr. Ahmad who stood right in front of him.

"Yes, right Mom! I am Mr. Ahmad, the person that Mr. Rasti met at the school where Mr. Rasti taught.

"Huh! I think Mr. Ahmad knows me! I was almost angry, because Mr. Ahmad was not here" Rasti said, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

"I don't think Miss Rasti will come to fulfill my invitation!" continued Mr. Ahmad smiled.

"Now the proof is that I'm here, right?" tanya Rasti tilted the corner of her lips.

"Yes! I salute Mrs Rasti who dared to meet me alone here." said Mr. Ahmad gave praise to Rasti.

"Sir Ahmad underestimated my guts?" asked Rasti while glaring.

"Oh, obviously not! I know Miss Rasti is a strong person and willing to accept challenges from anyone!" tangkas Pak Ahmad continued to praise Rasti again.

"Huh, I know Mr. Ahmad! I'm the type of person who likes to be curious about someone I just know." explained Rasti told his habit long ago.

"Well! means Miss Rasti came here out of curiosity with me, dong?" sahut Pak Ahmad pursed his lips.

"It could be so!" chirp Rasti with both shoulders.

"Hmm, only this time I met a woman like Ms. Rasti" said Mr. Ahmad returned a laugh and immediately sat down beside Rasti.

"Times?" tanya Rasti raised both corners of her lips.

"Yes, right!" replied Mr. Ahmad, briefly.