Safaries

The safarah 14

"Sus, do you want me to know you?"

" Who is Doc? Doctor has a sister?" I'm laughing a little.

" There, mine worker. I don't have a girlfriend yet. If you intend to open your heart, I will arrange your meeting." Doctor Faira's face turned enthusiastic.

" Doctor's sister doesn't necessarily want a barren woman, doc."

" Don't despair, someone is the most important thing. If the script is good, God willing, everyone will be happy to be near you."

Doctor Faira immediately packed up. His work hours are over. I cleaned up all the equipment on Doctor Faira's desk.

" Sus Ara, I'm going home first huh. see my sister." Doctor Faira waved her hand and blinked her eyes next to her.

Do I deserve to be happy?

***

Nadia is on holiday today. Because Nadia wasn't around, so I closed the cafe on purpose. Without that girl, I'm nobody.

Because I'm off today, so I'll make sure I want to take a break.

The grass in the room was also starting to rise.

But.before starting my phone activity rings.

There's a call from doctor Faira, "what's wrong? Tumben once doctor Faira called this early? Isn't it a holiday?"

I chose to answer the phone from Doctor Faira rather than hold back.

( Hello doc.)

(Sus, you're ready. My sister is coming to pick me up soon.)

" huh? Is this serious Doc? Don't joke around.)

(Because.) There was a crisp laugh from Doctor Faira.

(So, don't worry me.)

(I don't want to know, fifteen more minutes somebody's picking you up. Okay?)

(Okay doc.)

I pondered for a moment, why is it so serious?

I immediately took a shower, finished the bath, the longest female ritual was to choose clothes and makeup.

" Duh..must ask who?" I paced back and forth in the room. Suppose there was Nadia must have been all younger business.

" Agggrhhhh.. bismilbornrahmanirrahim.hopefully this shirt does not make me ashamed."

My choice fell on the robe and I would mix it with a matching colored hijab. Thin yet fresh makeup. Not to forget I use sandals and bags that match the clothes I use.

I set the look in the mirror. " I hope it's not embarrassing." My prayer in my heart.

The sound of the car stopped. My heart is like a man in a brawl.

Duh..gimana huh?

I peeked out from behind the glass window, a man with white skin, medium and high hair came out from inside the car. His face was exactly with Doctor Faira. Is this doctor Faira's sister who will be betrothed to me?

My phone is ringing, from an unfamiliar number.

" Lift no. lift no.." I worry for myself.

Until the end, (i've been outside )

And the phone was decided.

With heavy steps I opened the door. The look we met. The man reached out, "The Word."

I welcome that helping hand, "Safarah."

" Don't be afraid, I was just told to pick up by my brother."

" Doctor Faira?"

" Yes."

I got in the car immediately.

" Are you still in college?"

I laughed, shut up. There is a shame in being asked about college.

" No, mas."

" then?"

" It's working." Answer's short.

" Single or..."

" Widow." Bluntly answered. I don't want to cover every part of my story.

" Janda is beautiful." He muttered softly, yet still very clearly heard in my ear.

" Have a child?" Ask again.

" I'm barren, mas." My answer is more original.

" That is prayer."

We have arrived at the doctor's house.

" Hey..." Doctor Faira welcomed me kindly.

" Don't call doc, just call brother."

" Good brother."

I greet all the members of the Faira family present.

" Ara, this is mami and papi." Brother Faira introduced her to me.

" O..so this is Safarah?" Her mother Faira hugged me.

" It's suitable for the Word, "the papi spoke until this room was a little more crowded.

" Call me mami."

" Yes, mi."

" Faira has told me a lot. If you're interested in our son, Word. Of course we're very happy."

" Mi. It's better that we do an introduction first. Because as you know, I'm not a girl, mi. I was a widow forced to divorce because I could not afford to give children to my husband's family." Obviously again.

" Mommy and papi already know. Brother Faira told me about it. There is no wrong woman if she cannot conceive. Because the child is under God's care, right?"

I looked at the faces of the old Faira brothers. Is there really anyone who can think sanely?

Brother Faira join us, "let them know each other, mi. We must not force. They're young."

The Word joined us,

" Safarah, are we taking a walk?"

I looked at Brother Faira, however I did not know the Word.

" Go Ara, believe in us, says the good man."

Because Brother Faira has convinced me and Firman to finally go out for a walk.

We decided to relax on the beach.

The gentle sea breeze made us choose to sit under the hut. Not forgetting we ordered two young coconut ice.

" Sister Faira, have you told me about our matchmaking?" Firman opened the conversation.

" Do you agree? I'm not the perfect woman. Besides I'm still traumatized to be in a serious relationship with a man."

The Word smiled hearing my words. While busy chatting with Mas Firman, from a distance I saw Fatimah and Virhan mas.

They go to the beach too?

Why am I panicking?

Like someone who is cheating.

Look Fatimah at you.

" O God, what should I do?" Mumbles.

" Why Ara?" Ask the Word. Maybe he felt weird seeing my behavior.

" Mr..take Safarah..." Fatimah ran towards me. While Virhan was walking leisurely behind him.

We cupika cupiki, "healthy?" I asked while rubbing Fatimah's distended stomach.

" Healthy, mom. Just a little claustrophobic."

" Just enjoy it. Sit over. What do you want to order?"

" Hm.. a minute. The message is wait for Virhan."

" okay."

After waiting for Virhan finally came, "why what message?" Ask Fatimah.

Instead of answering Fatimah's question, Virhan instead looked at me sharply.

I looked down all wrong.

" Hey man...Word."

With his gentle mas Word reached out his hand to introduce himself.

After a bit of time, Virhan reached out his hand as well, now they shake each other.

" Virhan." Virhan mas said lethargic.

" Our names are almost the same, man." Firman laughed a little.

Looking at Virhan's bent face, I can read Virhan's mind. There must be something he doesn't like.

Virhan borrowed Fatimah's cell phone.

" What the hell is this guy going to do?" I murmured in my heart.

The tring!

One message came in from Fatimah's cell phone number,

(you owe an explanation, safarah.)

I looked at Virhan, but he pretended to be a bitch.

" What explanation do you want, ma'am?" Say my heart again.

Is Virhan jealous of the presence of the Word here?