Red Hooded Girl

Bouquet

A trio of former Lakotum Band men were sitting on white ceramic tiles on this sunny Saturday morning. In front of them each presented a black coffee that still reflects the heat.

"Where is the opponent, the coffee period is like that," said Jejed.

"Mimin mana nih Wa, usually served fried bananas to make coffee," said Sol menimpali.

"Yes, I'm the same pioneer whose name is Mimin," said Jejed who had never met face to face with Mimin.

Just talked about, Mimin came to the three men with a plate of fried bananas.

"The longevity of fried bananas, just asked to come directly," said Sol.

While Jejed opened his mouth gaping staring at Mimin without blinking.

"Woy Jed! I'm making fun of your eyes!" the angry God saw Jejed staring at Mimin like that.

"Thank you Mimin, the fried banana" Sol said.

"Well, this is Mimin?" jejed asked with an expression of disbelief. Because he imagined Mimin is a village girl whose face is mediocre. It couldn't be prettier than a city girl. And immediately he was stunned when a girl named Mimin turned out to be beautiful like an angel. It's worth it if his best friend is up to the clamps.

"Mina, know this is my best friend too, his name is Jejed. He just came in last night" God said, introducing Jejed.

With Jejed's spirit extended his hand, while throwing a smile at Mimin. "Mom" he introduced himself.

As usual, Mimin received introductions without shaking hands, just putting his hands together. "Mimin," he replied.

Jejed who reached out but did not get a welcome in the end pulled his hand over his head and scratched his head even though there was nothing itchy.

"Mina, you've entered. Don't stay here long. Later can spread negative aura from both of them," joked God.

Mina turned her gaze to the God and smiled knotfully. "Well, what's breakfast?" tanyakanya.

And immediately get a splashy sahutan from the two friends of God.

"Uhuy. called Aa," Jejed cheered.

"Nih, it's Aa, I ii and lo Ee, Jed," Sol said.

"Maha." The three men laughed out loud.

When the three men were laughing, there was the sound of greeting a girl from the yard of Mimin house. "Assalamualaik."

Mimin and the three men turn their attention to the orange-thin girl who is Rahma.

Seeing Rahma's arrival, Sol stood up, got up from her seat and approached Rahma with 45 spirits.

"Assalamualaikum, my children's general candidate," Sol said. He throws a smile full of charm, although it is certain that Rahma failed to charm him.

"Greetings waalaikum, Kang Sol," Rahma replied with a smile to uphold the norm of politeness.

What, Kang Sol? Sounds like a profession huh, solver.

Hadeuh.fortunately you are beautiful Neng. Anything that comes out of your mouth will sound sweet to my ears.

Try if the Jejed who said I was sol, I have been hugged. Inner Sol.

"See Neng Rahma wearing this orange robe makes me want to sing a gray song" Sol said.

"Huh, that gray song is how Kang is?" rahma asked confused.

"The song is titled for me. Here's the song." Sol sings with his trademark that is a messy pitch control. Because he is not a vocalist, he is a former drummer.

I want you slalu

Come and accompany me

At every step

Who believes in me

You were created for me.

(A fragment of the lyrics Created For Me, by. PURPLE)

"Quite Sol, pity Rahma don't make her hearing disturbed because of your voice," said the God stopped Sol from singing until one full song. They can be mass poisoned if they hear Sol singing for too long.

Rahma chuckled to the point of closing her mouth.

"It's not a gray song, Kang Sol," said Rahma still accompanied the rest of the laughter. "That's a Purple song," he explained.

"Oh, so yeah. Sorry, because I suddenly forgot the memory of seeing Neng Rahma. Remembering only one Rahma, only Rahma, and always Rahma," continued Sol.

"Huuu.

"Neng geulis what's his name? If you can contact me," Jejed said.

"I'm Rahma, Kang."

"Oh, my name is Bima. is still single."

"Lied Neng Rahma, she has a boyfriend. If I'm a real singles," said Sol.

"Yes Kang. Rahma also believes that Kang Sol is single."

"Maha." God and Jejed laughed, The most jarring God laughed at him.

"When you can go to Neng, I play at Neng Rahma's house" Sol said.

"Boleh Kang. Later that night, Kang Sol if there is time can come to the house," said Rahma.

"Serius Neng's. It's Sunday night. Can I play at home?"

"Yes, Kang Sol. Ba'da magrib ya."

"Definitely Neng. Akang will come home later," said Sol sumringah.

"Rahma, come in yuk!" bring Mimin.

"Excuse me, Kang" said Rahma before leaving the three men.

"This is what's Wa's village called?" jejed asked after the two beautiful girls entered the house.

"Cibening Village."

"The girl's pathetic. Pantesan lo both feel at home in this village," said Jejed.

*****

"Assalamualaikum, Ukhsay," said Rahma as Hana opened the door to her room. When he visited Mimin. Mimin tells him about Hana who accidentally caught his togetherness with God. And Mimin asks for his help to talk to Hana. Not lingering at Mimin's house, he then went to visit Hana at his residence.

"Greetings waalaikum, Rahma. Come in here" said Hana.

Rahma went into the room following Hana. The two of them sat on the bed and chatted casually, just a small talk. Although his goal to visit Hana is to solve the problem between his two best friends. However, it would be better if chatting casually first, to relax the atmosphere.

"A little not good, but trying to be good as before. And hope everything will always be okay" replied Hana.

Rahma held her best friend's hand. "I'm sure Hana can. Everything's gonna be good, even better."

Hana sighed to reduce her tightness. However, his heart still broke to accept this fact, even though he tried his hardest to hold his chest. Trying to shake it.

"Ma, why yes when my request is very simple. I do not ask for a pious man, a rich man, a handsome man or any other set of criteria. All I ask is him. It doesn't matter if he's not handsome, not rich, or not handsome. The important thing is her, " complained Hana.

"That's because God loves you, Hannah. Sometimes a broken heart is a gift. Because God knows better the person who is best for you. Maybe you're too perfect for an Iyan. And be assured that Allah will meet you with a man far better than Iyan. Allah loves you," said Rahma.

"I was once in your position Han, once felt a broken heart. When I was heartbroken, there was one verse I remembered most. 'Do not be weak, and do not be (also) grieved, but you are the highest (highest), if you are believers' (QS. Al - Imran: 139 ). I remember that verse when I was studying Ustaz Fahri," Rahma said again.

"Although it is not easy, I will try to stand upright looking at the sun, welcoming the future, waiting for the future priest of God's choice to come" said Hana.

"Well, that's just Hana. Women are special to special men" Rahma said.

"Let's not let this trouble our friendship" he continued.

Hana was stunned, in her heart was shocked unwilling if their friendship since childhood had to be injured especially because of male problems.

"So between the three of us, only I dong is single," "said Hana.

"Don't be discouraged. Singles are opportunities to do more charity and contribute more. Laa tahzan, singles fi sabilillah because you are special." Rahma cheers on her best friend.

"Thank you, Rahma" he said, then hugged his best friend.

*****

Mimin and Dewa are enjoying a bowl of chicken porridge as their breakfast menu on the terrace next to Mimin house. It looks like the side terrace of this house is the second favorite spot to eat breakfast together.

"Today I want to ask permission from Haji Hamid to go home first, go home from the city," said Dewa in between the activity of eating porridge.

"You want to come to my parents' house, Mina?" tanyanya.

Mimin answered without saying a word, only in a gesture of shaking his head. Because the focus is on eating Haji Sulam chicken porridge.

"Don't you see Camer?" The next God question.

"Later. If we are officially married officially," replied Mimin. He sips warm tea to relieve his taste senses of spiciness due to porridge that is too much sambal.

“Makanya, sambalnya not much. So pungency right,” said Dewa worried about his wife.

"Emmm... How many days does he come home?" ask Mimin to divert from God's scorn about sambal.

"Why? Afraid you can't hold back your longs?" god Goda.

“Ih, no. Not that.”

“Hayo ngaku.”

“Now!”

“Ngaku aja.”

“Now!”

“My name!”

“Udah ah, let's quickly finish the porridge. Later on his work table,” said Mimin decided the debate between them.

They resumed their porridge until the last feed. Mimin had just finished feeding the last mouthful of a porridge spoon and placed his bowl on the table beside him. Then he gasped in shock when the hand of God touched his chin, and his thumb rubbed the tip of his lips.

“People have eaten it,” said Dewa while wiping the tip of Mimin's lips with his thumb.

The treatment of this God made Mimin feel a strange vibe in his heart. Make him blush. Until in the next second he ventured to raise his face. And looked at the smiling God looking at him.

The first second the God leaned his face. The second moment he brought his face closer. The third moment is approaching. The fourth moment was getting closer. The fifth second their distance was further eroded... Till....

“Excuse me, package!” The voice of someone who must be a courier thwarted the action they almost did.

The two who were very close moved away from each other. With a face that was still flushed with shame, Mimin woke up and walked to the courier on the front porch. Similarly to the Gods, he breathed a sigh of disappointment then got up and walked after Mimin.

“Iya Mas,” says Mimin.

“This is Jasmina Zahra's residence, right?” ask the courier.

“Betul.”

“I'm from Dinda Florist, Mba. I want to deliver this,” said the courier who brought a bouquet of flowers.

Mimin stared in surprise, as he had never gotten a bouquet before. This was a first for him.

“This Mba please accepted,” said the courier.

“Who is Mas?”

“I don't know. Just accept it first. Usually there is a greeting card, and there is the name of the sender,” explained the courier.

Inevitably Mimin received the bouquet of flowers, to facilitate the work of couriers and not want to complicate his work.

“Thank you Mas,” said Mimin shortly after receiving the bouquet.

“Sorry, request receipt of Mba.” The courier offered a small note with a bolpoint and directed Mimin to sign it.

“Thank you Mba,” said the courier after Mimin gave his signature.

"Yes, you're welcome."

“I Excuse me, Mba.”

“Iya, Mas. Thanks a lot.”

Mimin who loved flowers smiled in amazement at the bouquet of beautiful red roses.

“Ehem... Flowers from whom?” ask the God with a look of dislike. Because usually the one who sends flowers to a woman must be a man, not a woman. Of course, that makes him uncomfortable.

“Not know nih.” Mimin picked up a business card on the flower stalk and read it.

From: Someone who always loved you.

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