Red Hooded Girl

Hana Wejangan

The god laid his body on a luxurious padded mattress inside his room. A very different room than the one rented. No mosquitoes, even without mosquito repellent. Plus the cool air from the air conditioning machine increasingly provides comfort as a place to unravel fatigue.

Men's room with black and white paint with rock ornaments decorate in some corners of the room. There were strands of decorative lights that formed the phrase Rock Star hanging on the wall, some posters of his idol superstar sticking to the wall, some neatly arranged guitar collections on a long table in the corner of the room, a small stacking rack containing roker accessories, an LED TV as well as audio devices and a CD player also complete the contents of the room.

He looked at the ceiling of his room. His mind drifted far away at his beautiful wife. "Mina, be patient. I hope I can solve this problem" he said.

He closed his eyes, tried to paint the beautiful face of his wife to then take her to dreamland. Beautiful dreams about her and Mimin. As a reflection of the complexity of the problems that afflict it.

*****

This dawn felt different for Mimin. Usually he will smile and focus his sense of hearing when I see the azan echo to absorb the melodious sound that flowed from the Muazin who was none other than his handsome husband. But this morning, the voice of Sarip the marbot who proclaimed the azan. As if the spirit of this dawn was reduced.

He again grabbed his phone hoping for a message from God. But again he must swallow a sense of disappointment when what is expected is not as expected. No incoming messages and missed calls from God. In fact, the last message sent by him still remains in the same status check two gray.

Even when the beautiful woman did the morning routine of sweeping the yard. There is no longer a shadow of a handsome man in cocoa and wearing a sarong that goes hand in hand with Abah and Sol after performing the Fajr prayer from the mosque. And repeatedly he stared at the desolate number one rented door. There was no more laughter from the occupant of the contract. It feels so empty.

This morning before leaving for work, Mimin planned to meet Hana to discuss the matter between them. Ever since the incident took place during her first kiss with the Gods a few days ago, she had not seen Hana back. Had tried to come to Hana's house to explain shortly after the incident, but at that time Hana was reluctant to accept his arrival. And this morning he hoped that Hana would soften his heart and accept his arrival.

"Assalamualaikum, Hana," said Mimin who had sat in the living room of Hana's house. He stood up to greet Hana's presence.

"Waalaikum salam. Please sit down, Min," replied Hana who looked stiff, unlike usual moments before the incident.

"How are you doing Ukh?" ask Mimin.

"Alhamdulillah good. Oya, what would Min drink?"

"Not to." Mimin glanced at the calligraphy time indicator attached to the wall of Hana's living room. "I will soon have to leave for work" he continued.

Then the two friends fell silent to each other. The awkward aroma present filled the silence of the two. A few seconds of silence were created between them.

"I...."

"I...."

The two said the word together.

"You were once...."

"You were once...."

Back they compact.

"Ok, I used to be Han" said Mimin.

Hana nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry for what happened that time. Which may hurt you a lot," Mimin said hesitantly.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing" Hana replied. "Qadarullah, he chose you Ukhti. No one is guilty or to blame. Shouldn't apologize or forgive" he said later.

Mimin smiling. "Thank you, Hana. Thank you for the love in our friendship" he said.

Hana smiled back. "Trust me, not betrayal that will end the friendship but the eternal friendship that will accompany us to the end of life" he said. Which was echoed by a nod from Mimin.

"May I tell you, Min?" ask Hana.

"Of course Hana. A friend's message always means, doesn't it?"

"While my message is about Iyan??" ask Hana back.

Mimin. " Yes, I can."

"If everyone says bad about him, you should be the only one who says good about him. If everyone doubts it, you should be the only one who believes it. If everyone denies it, you have to be the only one who justifies it" Hana said.

Mimin was silent for a moment trying to understand Hana's message. "I'll always remember your message, Hana," he said later.

"You want to go to work, Min?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Come with me. But, I can only drive you to the front of the alley. Today I have no schedule to go to college" said Hana.

"By, Hana. No papa until the front, later I can take the angkot," said Mimin.

The two friends also walked out to Hana's motorbike. Previously they say goodbye to Hana's parents.

*****

Mimin was standing on the side of the road waiting for the angkot to go to his office when a white car belonging to Deka stopped right in front of him.

Deka got out of the car, then stepped over to Mimin.

"For Mr. Deka" replied Mimin.

"Jasmin, come on. We go to the office together, "take Deka.

"Sir Deka, I'm sorry to take the angkot," Mimin refused.

"Why? Isn't our goal the same, go to the office. Come with Jasmin, "persuade Deka again.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm taking the angkot," Mimin replied as decently as possible.

"Why do you always reject me? Am I too scary for you?" gerutu Deka's.

This is not the first time Mimin rejected it, almost every time Mimin always refused his invitation. Although just a invitation to lunch together, go home together, or like today, go to the office together.

"Ah, no sir, it's not that. But...."

"But why Jasmin?"

"But I should have refused. It's inappropriate for a woman to be married together with another man, isn't it?"

"You mean??" Deka frowned not understanding Mimin's words.

"Sorry Mr. Deka, I'm married. I've been married," said Mimin honestly.

"You're kidding, aren't you?"

"No, Sir. I am already married. There is no reception yet, but God willing, hopefully in the near future we can hold a reception."

Whahuh? So Jasmin was really married to the Batik. God, that's bad for your taste. I'll never give up on getting you off that kind of guy, Jasmin. Inner Deka muttered.

Jasmin's statement succeeded in breaking Deka's heart for a moment. Because, there is no word "broken heart" in the dictionary of his love life. In his heart he was determined to make Jasmin turn away from the Batik, the man he thought was Mimin's husband.

*****

This morning God was playing with his favorite turtle, Michael Angelo in the pool behind his house.

"Hi Micky, what do you miss me, huh?!" the Lord spoke with Michael Angelo.

"Gue also miss lo but miss Mina anyway, hehehehe...." God caressed Micky's head.

"Later I met you with Mina. But.. Be careful not to have a crush on Mina ya!" yells.

"Honey, Mama wants to go to the boutique first yes," said Mama who just came to him.

The god who was holding Michael Angelo, turned his eyes to the Goddess Mother. "Keep Papa how, Mah?" tanya Dewa continued the discussion last night.

"Prophey, honey. Your father is stubborn. It's a little hard to persuade him."

"It's normal that Papa doesn't agree. Importantly, Mama followed the Gods to Serang, meeting the Gods in-laws. Mina's parents, good. They will definitely understand that the Gods have not been able to hold the reception" said Dewa.

"Yes, Mama will be there. You want to see, how beautiful your wife is," seduced Mama.

"Beautiful, Ma. Let's go now we'll go there!"

"Not now, or Wa. Mama has promised Bu Inge loyal customers of Mama's boutique who want to order kebaya clothes for her son's wedding," said Bu Dewi.

"When do you want to, Ma? Tomorrow huh?" whine God.

"Yes, I'll see your schedule first. If tomorrow there is no promise, tomorrow we go there," promised Miss Dewi.

"Yes, Mah" said the God with cheerful eyes.

"Yes. Mama left first, baby. Don't forget breakfast" said Miss Dewi. Then gave a sweet kiss on the cheek of his youngest son.

"Ready Mah!"

The Goddess passed away leaving the gods. While Dewa continued playing with Michael Angelo.

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There are some who commented, he said Kok Sol did not tell Mimin anyway if hp Dewa ilang.

The author replied: Sol does not yet know that God hp. Sol will not come to Jakarta, because you have to guard the store. He just drove the gods up to the terminal by Abah's car. While Dewa and Jejed went home on a bus and both became victims of snatch. So that practically cut off his communication with Mimin. Because Dewa and Jejed both do not remember the mobile numbers of people in the village of Cibening.