PREDESTINATION

in the land of men

Dika was so attentive to me when I got a stomachache from getting my moon guests. Well how could I not baper if given more attention like that. Obviously I became a baper and it's very hard to forget.

"Yes we have come home first yes, it is not good to also bring girls people out until later in the night" I said to Dika. Well time already showed seven o'clock late that night. Obviously I had to go home to take my cousin's sister to her house. Because I asked her parents for permission to open it together. Obviously if the joint opens, go straight home. There's nowhere else.

"Yes, be careful of love" she said, looking at our departure.

"Yes" I answered briefly.

***

Until entering the night of twenty-seven ramadhan, in Bengkalis regency usually will be held a festival of flashlights or seven liko nights. Where at the festival event in each house install lantern lights (opelita) in the yard of his house. And in every village there must be someone who makes a picture of the mosque from the lantern lights to be competed right. Who is the best picture, the village is the winner, and this festival is held during the night of twenty-seven until the eid arrives or the night of the takbiran. Judgments take place from the night of twenty-seven to the night of twenty-nine only. While the night of the takbiran will not be valued anymore.

Of course everyone was very enthusiastic and excited to welcome the night. It should be the night that we worship more because entering the last ten of Ramadan. But this is even fun itself hehehe.

"Love, tonight out to see the plug fire?" Tanya Dika invited me through her short message.

"May" answered me. This is what I always dreamed of. I saw the festival with a man I loved. I've never seen the festival with men. This was the first time I saw the festival with a special man in my life.

I usually go with my niece or cousin to see the festival. But it's different this year.

"Okay, after that I'll pick you up"

"Okay, I'm waiting" What a pleasure it was to see that festival held once a year with that special person in my life. Sometimes I don't go to see the festival for fear of an accident. This is due to the density of passing vehicles to see the festival.

"OK love we can only come out tonight. Tomorrow I want to go home to Bengkalis to welcome the feast there" Dika explained again.

Degs...

I was sad to hear that Dika was coming home. Well I was thinking for sure tomorrow night she'd be out with her lover to see that festival in her area anyway.

But what is my power. I can't possibly hold him back from going home because he deserves to go home and gather with his family to welcome the happy day of aidil fitri.

"Oh, that's okay. The important thing tonight is that we spend time together to see the festival" I replied to a short message from Dika.

***

"Oh, tonight I'm going out with Dika. Wanna see the flame" I told my mother when I got home from work.

"Oh yeah remember, go home not night-night"

"Yes buk. Tonight's tarawih's mom?"

"Tarawih it, the last ten nights are very great to seek worship from God" explained my mother.

"Yes yes buk"

"Yes, yes but you're not tarawih"

"Hehehe... No longer fasting buk get special guests (obstacles)" said I again.

"Yes, the clock got a special guest (obstacle) said it like that But when the special guest yesterday (obstacle) has not come, you even do not pray tarawih"

I could only hear my mother's chatter.

"Oh, what do you do for the opening?"

"Nothing to do for the opening. At most just buy a pecal later for vegetables"

"Buk, tomorrow make me sago noodles soup beans. Missed my mother's sago noodles" my whine.

"Let's make sure you don't spend it"

"Geez, mom, I want a plate. I made it up to many miles. Where fit my stomach to receive that much food ma'am" I said again.

"Yes, how else, mother make that much because to not want to give the sago noodles to your brothers"

Well that's how my mother is. If making a strange meal, she would definitely share it with all her children. Even when cooking only chicken gulai, he was like that. Until we are in this house only get the bone. It was my mother, never forgetting her children despite having her own family.

"You're gonna buk her up"

"Yes tomorrow I make it"

"Thank you my dear mother" I said hugging the middle-aged woman.

"Yes alike. I went to shower there. It'll open soon"

"Okay my queen" I said straight to the bathroom to clean up.

***

"Assalamualaikum" There was the sound of someone saying greetings from my front door.

"Waalaikumsalam" I answered, all opening the door of my house.

Dika smiled sweetly watching me open the door of my house.

"Mother exists? Ask permission first"

"No need, no one's home. My mother and father had gone to the mosque to pray tarawih" I explained.

"Your mother knows we're gone. Later even angry again his daughter I bring tampa permission" said Dika.

"Udah calm down. I asked for permission from my mother this afternoon. So he won't be angry" I said again.

"It's good if so. Let's go" Take her.

"OK" I answered directly up in Dika's bonnet.

As I thought, the highway that only alif (only has one lane) in my area is crowded with humans who see the festival of flame.

"If no one takes me out, I will definitely not go out like in the years before. If only I came out with my niece and my cousin. Those are also the ones who drive. I don't dare if it's crowded like this" I said when we were on the motorbike while looking at the flames between the villages.

"Sometimes my sister also goes out with my sister" added me again.

"It turns out you're a coward too"

"Yes dong. There are a lot of accidents like this. Obviously I'm scared because I'm gonna be a little lebaran. During his time happy people welcome Eid and travel to and fro. We just sit at home lamenting the fate of the accident" I replied again.

"Yes too" replied Dika confirming.

***

"Thank you for tonight. And we will meet again after I come home from Bengkalis" Dika told me as we he drove me home.

"Yes, you be careful tomorrow on the road huh.. When are you coming home?"

"Maybe the afternoon after coming home from the office" replied Dika.

"Thank you for the love"

"Yes alike. Later after arriving in your village, do not forget me who is here"

"It's not love. It was during her time that I forgot about you who always accompanied me here"

"Well, who knows you're busy with your lover until you forget about me. I'm the only person you know. And there are no relatives here. You are obviously very dependent on me. But there, there are already many people closest to you. I'll be forgotten" obviously"

"Not the love. Don't talk like that. I will never forget you wherever I am" he said.

"Hopefully it's like that" I said again.

"Have you guys gone home?" Ask my mother when she just came home from the mosque to perform tarawih prayers. At that time we were sitting on the front porch of my house.

"Eh mother" said Dika kissing the back of my mother's hand.

"Yes boy. Mom went inside first huh" said my mother passed from in front of us and entered my house.

"Yes, I went home first. It was also not good night to visit late at night" said Dika.

"Yes, you're careful on the road huh"

"Yes" Dika also drove with his motorbike.

"Geez, we won't see you tomorrow. I will surely miss him. For the next week he was in his area" My inner heart was sad to see Dika's departure.

***

"Yes bang Ijon what's wrong?" Ask me when my boss called me that morning.

"Come to the official house is friendly, this is no canned drink as your THR"

"Okay bang get there"

"Okay quickly yes, brother wants to go home about his village" he said again.

"Okay, okay I'm going there" I replied.

"Nuts... " Shouted me to my ponakan.

"Well, what's wrong?"

"Temanin usu yuk to home office bang Ijon employee usu office. Take a drink" I said.

"Okay, let's get ready first"

"Okay quick yeah, about the bang Ijon want to go home to Dumai"

"Okay, okay" said the young girl immediately getting ready to come with me.

"Come on su" Take Uti after you're done getting ready.

"Come" said I immediately stuck my motorcycle gas speeding at the speed of splitting the highway leading to my superior's official house.

***

"Ha, Friendly has arrived" Welcome bang Ijon saw me arrive at his official house. It turned out that the man was already preparing to leave. He was just waiting for me to arrive to pick up my canned drink. After that, he went straight home.

"This is your drink, can you bring it?"

"Could bang" I said.

Bang Ijon even put those drinks on my bike. Where the drink was let down in front of my bike and in the middle between me and Uti. 5 Cash drinks make my bike heavy to lift it.

"Okay bang, thank you. We go home first" I said.

"Yes be careful" said the man straight into his car after we got away from him.

***

"Oh, dad" I shouted as I got home.

"What the hell is screaming like that" said my mother.

"Here please lift this drink. Uti and I can't come down later can fall all this" I said.

"God has plenty of drinks, son"

"Yes buk, thank God it turns out THR drinks a lot. It used to be just two cases now five cases. Maybe because I work there now. If you were still an intern" I replied.

"Iy thank God" answered my mother and father, bringing the drinks one by one into my house.

"This is too much. We don't drink soda. We share yes, love bang Edi one, Dika ya buk" I said again.

Well bang Edi was my first brother who lived in the bay of the mosque. And Dika was intentionally I want to give her so that she is more excited to work later.

"It's up to you" said my mother after we finished putting all the drinks into the house.

"Alhamdulillah, this year our fortune is quite good" Well as usual in working people. Where I harvest income is approaching this Eid. Where I got THR from every head of the room in my office and also this much drink. This is my moment of success. Don't forget some of my money, I'm a gift to both my parents. And I also share it with my cousin sister and my nieces. Not to forget I also want to give to the children who come to my house later to celebrate.

"Allah, O Allah, I have more sustenance so that I may share some of my sustenance with these children" I said in thanksgiving to the creator.

"When you come home. Take a canned drink before you go home to Bengkalis" I told Dika.

"OK" answered Dika.

That afternoon before returning to Bengkalis Dika also stopped by my house to take a drink that I said earlier.

"This canned drink is for you. Say hello to your parents" I said.

"Thank you for love" Dika said.

"Yes together"

"Eh, there's Dika" said my mother who had just come from the kitchen.

"Buk" said kissing the back of my mother's hand.

"Then I go back to Bengkalis first yes" he said again.

"Yes, be careful on the road. Later when you arrive at the house call ya" I said.

"OK" he answered immediately drove on his motorcycle to the port crossing.