Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 49. I'll Give You All

I'll Give You All

(I'll give you everything)

taken from the title song popularized by Lee Seung Gi-Gi

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Jakarta

Tama

For a long time, only this time he felt uneasy. Before, everything always ended easily in one blink of an eye. What you want can be grasped.

But Pocut is an exception. Totally different. Never even imagined before. Pocut is like a sheen that is far out of reach. Where he had to take the winding steep road. Penetrate thistles and thorns. The swiftest currents. Just to be able to walk closer. Justjust wonderful.

"Why treat me this well?" Pocut looked at him with glazed eyes. "All know .. I am not a person who deserves all this kindness ...."

He smiles. It is certain, this is the first time he can see the face (pretty) Pocut in a fairly close distance. Although in the middle of the dressing of simplicity, but full of shahdu nuances. Set in the coolness of the mosque with the accompaniment of the chant of the holy verse. The more solidified his heart to be unable to turn away again.Locked perfectly.

Now he realizes. If Pocut turns out to have a pair of beautiful eyes with a light brown bead. His reflection could even be perfectly illustrated in the crystal clear charming bead.

"Because for me .. you are very special," he replied confidently.

"If everyone knew, what kind of effort should I make ...." He looked at Pocut. "To approach you."

"People certainly don't know, if I have to strengthen myself before I dare to talk to you this way." He could not help smiling when he said it.

"So ... who is worthy and inappropriate here?" He shrugged his shoulders.

"It's not about merit and not worth it." He shook his head while patting his own chest. "It's about the heart."

Pocut looks puffed up because he was continuously staring fixedly.

"I don't know what to answer." Pocut's voice sounded more like a mutter.

"Enough to accept my existence" he said confidently.

Pocut looked back at him, but there was clearly anxiety there. "I ... frankly .. I still ...."

Pocut stopped the speech only to exhale a long breath while closing the eyes. "There is still someone in my heart. I feel ...."

"I'm sorry" Pocut quickly lowered his gaze. "Because of being disrespectful ...."

The delicate stern before him looked so depressed. It clearly shows a heartbreak that cannot be spoken. Reminds her of my mother's advice the other day.

"Died away husband forever it feels unimaginable."

"Until any time, memories with loved ones will remain stored in the heart."

"Nothing can replace, the figure that was once half our lives."

"I understand." He nodded. "Your late husband .. has been a part of life long before we met."

"Until now he's Icad, Umay, and Sasa's father ...." He tried to smile. "It should have a special place in your heart."

"Very human. Not to be debated or worried." He meant. "I don't have a problem."

Pocut looked at him doubtfully.

"We both have a past. And behind me .. There's Kinan."

"Our communication was even still very intense."

"We have to sit together often to discuss many things about the designer and his future."

"Maybe up ... for life?" He shrugged his shoulders. "They will always be among us."

"May you not be disturbed by the reality of my life."

Pocut back down. "That's not what I mean."

He waits.

"I just ...." Pocut looked at him uneasily. "Why put me in such a difficult position?"

He smiles. Then slurping. "So my wife has to be tough."

And before Pocut launched the protest he hurriedly explained, "Because my duties and work are quite risky."

"I often go home even in the morning."

"Could not go home for days. Or go home .. but the name remains."

Pocut just stared at him.

The atmosphere between them was suddenly silent. Only the sound of people teaching and murmuring and then the tares of the pilgrims who just arrived.

"That's it ...." He did not want Pocut to feel burdened. "You don't have to do anything."

"And there's nothing to worry about."

"See I'll come."

"At that time .. I hope you can accept me."

Pocut did not answer. Pocut didn't even say a word. Until the two of them walked towards the taxi that had been waiting in front of the mosque.

"Sir Wiratama, Basmol?" Welcome friendly taxi drivers.

"Yes." Yeah." He opened the door for Pocut. Then immediately entered the taxi.

He and Pocut both fell silent. Pocut even deliberately took a seat at the furthest end of him.

He just shakes while smiling. Choose to pick up the phone to see a number of incoming messages sent by its members. About pre-execution of ketupat jaya operation with a joint team from the TNI.

"Not feeling good?" Ask after replying to the last message. "Your mom hasn't come home yet?"

"So it's too late" replied Pocut briefly.

He nodded. "Sasa know not ... if now you're the same as me?"

Pocut looked over with a frown.

He immediately laughed as he got the defensive reaction displayed by Pocut. "Just it's."

Pocut again threw a glance at the side glass and ignored it.

"Later stop by the minimarket. We buy souvenirs for the children at home," he said with a smile.

Pocut turned back to him. "Not bother. Sasa just drop milk."

"okay." He smiled widely because he managed to find out the secret message from the jolly little girl. "We buy milk and his friends."

"Susu only," added Pocut fast.

He chuckles. "OKAY. Milk is just." But back added. "And candy ... crackers ... cokel ...."

Pocut gave a warning look. "Enough ordered by children. No need to buy anything else."

He shrugged his shoulders. "We'll see."

And his laughter immediately exploded as soon as he found Pocut's forehead shriveling. As it turns out, flirting with Pocut is not as difficult as imagined.

Wait a minute, since when can he behave this fluidly?

He snorted himself. It seems like the sharply elevated dopamine levels have subconsciously managed to turn it into a fairly ludicrous impulsive figure.

Pocut's forehead was still folded when he asked, "So that's ... Is it real?"

He asked back. "Is there a lie?"

"I'm serious." Pocut looked at him with his eyebrows intertwined.

This time he nodded. "Said real."

"I just saw a cop get a ticket." Pocut looked at him in disbelief.

"General alone can be fined. Especially me ...." He chuckles ©.

Pocut looked at him in disbelief.

"I'm serious." He mimicked Pocut's words with a smile. As a result, Pocut again threw a glance at the side glass. No longer asking him to talk.

"Want to know the name of the general who got the ticket?" He asked back.

But Pocut shook his head. "No, thanks. Next time."

"okay." It's mangosteen.

The atmosphere between them was silent. Just heard the roar of the engine of the vehicle that was driving and the incense of songs from the car audio.

'Geudae naege daka - oneun geu moseub

You appeared in front of me

Jakku tie b ol su eobseul geonman gathaaseo

I don't think I'll ever see you again

Gameun du nun tteuji mothan geoya neoreul naege Bonae jun geol

That's why I can't open my eyes

Because you were sent for me

Gamsahal ppunya goma-ul ppunya'

I am so grateful and grateful

(Lee Seung Gi, I'll Give You All) 💕

He looked back at the cell phone. Checking for incoming messages. Pocut was still watching the road through the side glass.

'Seogeulpheun uri - ee jinan naldeureul

Memories of the sad days we have been through

Seoroga joeumssik gamssajweoya hae

Let's hide it all in our hearts

I'm too imperfect for you

Da julkkeoya nae nameun fashionun sarangeul's'

I will give you all my remaining love

(Lee Seung Gi, I'll Give You All)

The song that is playing sounds fun to the ears. Although he did not understand the meaning, but when he looked to the side, it turned out that Pocut was also looking at him.

He smiles.

And Pocut who was just frozen still, finally began to return his smile even if only a glance.

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He put a piece of money on the cashier's table. When Pocut was in trouble took the wallet in the bag.

"Don't." Pocut.

But he actually took a number of chocolates stored in the storefront. Then put it on the cashier's table.

"It's .. enough." The cockut stopped him from taking a certain amount of candy. And he had to obey.

"Thank you" muttered Pocut as soon as they walked out of the minimarket. "Just get here."

"I'll drive you home."

Pocut. "Nobody's home. Everyone is praying in the mosque."

"Sasa too?"

Pocut.

"Then I join the tarawih in the mosque."

Pocut looks objected. But didn't say anything. Just shut up when he's tailing behind. Walk down the alley to the house.

"Go to the mosque only," said Pocut when they arrived in front of the mosque fence. Passing through a row of small children who sit on the fence while chattering and eating snacks.

"The prayer will begin soon" continued Pocut.

"Still talk." He shook. Because the loudspeakers of the mosque are clearly playing the voice of the speaker. "I brought you home."

"I'm going home just grabbing mukena. Just for a minute." Pocut insisted on refusing.

His eyes narrowed as a form of objection. But Pocut just passed by leaving him. Not at all concerned.

"Yes, okay .. okay ...." He raised both hands as a sign of surrender.

Then walk into the mosque courtyard. Passing children of SD age who are busy playing throw sandals. Where a child with a bongsor can be seen preparing to throw a pile of sandals.

BRUK!

The child's throw bongsor is far away. The thrown sandals precisely hit his feet.

"AH! Delayed over!" The boy complained with disappointment. Followed by the grunts of his friends. While some others just cheered with joy.

"HEY! DISPERSE! DISPERSE! Don't be noisy!"

But a middle-aged man suddenly appeared on the terrace of the mosque. Screaming rebuking. Make boisterous children scattered in an instant. Some chose to run out of the fence, others went into the mosque.

He shook his head and walked back to the place of wudu. But just two steps, his eyes accidentally managed to capture the shadow of a small back that was quite familiar. Middle bent tidying sandals used game. Which was left just scattered in the courtyard of the mosque.

"May!" Call happy.

But Umay still bent over tidying up his sandals with a friend. The one who looked was another child.

The child who had just come out of the place of wudu immediately gawked when he saw it.

Himself too. Was surprised but could soon be neutralized.

"Hello, Icad?" Sweep it while smiling widely. Like a thief caught off guard by a farm owner.

Icad was still staring at him. When three children came running.

"Well, Om?"

He turned his head and found Umay staring in astonishment.

"Kok Om could be here, anyway?"

He laughed as Umay took his hand to greet him. And two other children as well. While Icad still stands still a thousand languages.

He finally took wudu by being watched by Umay and two friends. Icad followed in Umay's footsteps, though with a stiff expression.

"Om you want tarawih here?" Tanya Umay enthusiastically.

"When did I go home, Om?"

He just laughed. Want it. But surely your mama will put on a cloudy face many times. Unsightly. Not good's.

Umay and two of his friends followed him into the mosque. Stick like a stamp. All the time the three children always looked at him in amazement.

At first glance his ears could hear Umay whispering in a fiery style.

"This om has a real gun."

"Lied you."

"Who said?"

"Say me that's it. It's the police. Ever been out on TV catching a criminal."

Some adult men who were in one shaf with him had a chance to turn and give him a probing look. Maybe you are surprised by its existence in this mosque for the first time.

"Who, May?" A grandfather asked Umay.

"Om" replied Umay cheerfully.

"Om from mane?" The grandfather looked unconvinced.

Umay did not answer. Joking around laughing with his friend.

"I'm Cakra's sister-in-law." He finally introduced himself.

"Oh." The false-toothed grandfather with a size exceeding the capacity of the mouth laughed out loud. "Sister-in-law of Agam?"

"Rubber." He smiled nodding.

As soon as the witir prayers ended, most of the congregation immediately dispersed. Including children who struggle to run want to be the first out.

Except for Umay who was still faithful sitting next to him. Unaffected by the low noise of children joking with each other. Two of his friends had already left.

"Omm, don't you come by the house, Om?" Whisper Umay with a hopeful face.

"I haven't seen Sasa yet" Umay continued. "It must have been a pleasure to meet Om."

He just wants to answer. But someone picked up Umay's peci and said, "Go home, May!"

Icads.

But Umay flinching. Stay sitting next to him while trying to tidy up the peci that had been released.

"Om going straight home" he replied straightforwardly. "Greet Sasa to Grandma."

Umay looked at him disappointed. But a moment later assented with a limp face.

"Greetings to mama, too" she whispered this time with seductive eyes. "Special."

But the hunted Umay got up only had time to nod and immediately darted away.

He still sat facing the Qibla among the few remaining worshippers. When a man in pure white clothes walked over and greeted.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr Kapolres? What news?"

Although he was stunned to see a fresh-faced man who was smiling in front of him. But he still welcomed the extended handshake.

"Maybe you forgot about me." The man is still smiling.

"Some time ago, I had attended an invitation from Mapolres with religious leaders and other community leaders."

"Oh, yeah." He understands.

Agenda friendship with toga and tomas is routinely done to maintain the situation kamtibmas to stay safe and conducive.

"My name is Arif, it represents from the FKUB."

"Yes, yeah." He nodded.

"I also used to attend the marriage contract with Agam my brother," continued the man named Arif. "But it's been a long time ...."

He still tries to remember.

"Welcome to our mosque. It's an honor to have a visit from you."

But his memory was focused on something else.

"I'm talking to Ustadz Arif?" His only to make sure.

The man in front of him smiled lightly. "That's it, sir."

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Remarks :

©. : quoted from the article published in merdeka.com edition 21 January 2021.

💕. : indonesian translation quoted from Q2_Kdrama's YouTube account edition 6 September 2020. Kamshamnida 🙏.

Toga.: religious figures

Tomas.: public figures

Kamtibmas: security and public order

FKUB.: Religious Harmony Forum