Safaries

Safara 2

The clock on the wall already showed at eleven o'clock. My eyes are awake. The shadow of Virhan is still playing around in my eyes.

What are you doing Virhan now? Is he happy tonight? Or.he had even fallen in love with the woman of his mother's choice.

***

(Why is your phone off, Safarah? I'm just gonna talk to you!)

Virhan sent me a message. It seems he was angry. But what do I care?

Are not the days now fun?

I avoided it for almost two weeks

and choose to vacation alone to the beach.

The waves of the beach break the silence. Occasionally the waves hit my body.The clothes I was wearing were soaking wet. Every now and then my tiny body began to shiver. But it does not undo my intention to stay here.

" Well... I hate you..." Shouted loudly.

Drying on a deafening phone. There was a Virhan mas name on the screen, but I ignored it.

Twenty missed calls.

And I know, Virhan must be mad there. I know very well the nature of Virhan.

The tring!

one message came in, without even looking I know who it was from, it must be Virhan.

(Safarah, I'm your husband. We're not divorced yet. At least permit your husband before leaving. have you forgotten the adab?)

a quick message from Virhan is like a knife that blows my heart. What Virhan said was true, and I just broke. Things I've never done before.

I felt guilty until I decided to go home.

Stop for a while at the inn, clean up for a moment and then get out of this inn immediately.

***

I arrived at the cafe in the morning. Nadia greeted me with a cheerful face.

" Hurry home, ma'am."

" Did Virhan come here?" Tanyaku.

Nadia smiled slightly, "sorry ma'am, I can't lie to your husband. He gave me this." Nadia showed five pieces of money worth a hundred.

" Hadeh... Nadia.mbak has said.. " I shook my head to see Nadia who turned out to be MATRE.

" It's mbak." Nadia put the money on me.

" It's not necessary! That's your sustenance, take it!" I shook off in front of Nadia.

It turned out that after going home on vacation my body felt tired. I decided to take a shower to make it feel fresh.

I walk in front of the cafe. Today the visitors are good.

" O Allah.may many continue." My prayer in my heart. If I get divorced from Virhan, this cafe is my only source of money.

A black sedan stopped in front of the cafe. It was like I recognized that car.

A middle-aged man came out of the car.

Mr. Yan, Virhan's family driver.

How does Mr Yan know this place? And..what is needed?

" Assalamu'alaikum, Mbak Safarah..." Mr. Yan greeted me kindly.

" Waalaikumsalam, how are you?" Tanyaku.

"Good news mbak. Um. I was told by mom to pick me up."

" Mom?" I don't believe it.

" Yes, yeah."

Not wanting to add to the problem, I ended up going with Mr. Yan to the mama's house.

I hesitated to go inside after almost three weeks out of this house.

I pressed the bell, until the door was opened by someone, "assalamu'alaikum..." I said hello.

" Waalaikumsalam, Mbak Safarah?" Ask the woman. She recognize me? We have never met.

" Yes, yeah." I smiled kindly at the long-veiled woman who had dinner with Virhan.

" Into the mbak. Mama is waiting." He let me in. Something stuck my heart, so quickly he called mama mas Virhan as mama. Just like I've been your daughter-in-law for a long time.

I looked at every corner of my mother's house, in this living room there were no pictures of me with Virhan mas on display. Mom dropped it off quickly. Mama's intention was already round to immediately replace her daughter-in-law.

" Who came Fatimah?" Mom's voice called out from inside.

" O so his name is Fatimah." My mind is busy babbling itself.

" Sir, we go straight to the kitchen, yuk!" Fatimah pulled my hand.

Really am! I feel awkward being at my mother-in-law's house. While Fatimah who has no status is so relaxed in this house. What kind of life is this, God?

I stared at the back of the woman who was cooking facing the stove.

The middle-aged woman had not noticed my arrival, until the moment she turned around, she,

" Safa.. It's been a while?" Ask your mom with the friendly smile I've seen in my entire life.

" Just now, ma." I hurriedly grabbed the hand of my mother-in-law and kissed her reverently.

" It's just that you came at lunchtime, and Mama and Fatimah had finished cooking."

Mom's words are like insinuations to me. Something's pulsing here. In the upper part of my heart.

" Fatimah, let's put the food on the table. Mama's gonna change clothes for a second. You help Fatimah, yes, Safa." Pinta mama while passing from before me.

Fatimah and I started putting together the food at the table.

My mom cooked a lot today. There is a favorite shrimp sambal mas Virhan, there is quail egg soup as well, but do not know whose favorite, could Fatimah? I'm guessing by myself.

" Assalamu'alaikum..." I heard greetings from outside.

I memorized that voice, Virhan's voice. My feelings blend into one. Pleased, sad, homesick.and... Like a teenager in love who will meet his prince. It felt like I wanted to run out to welcome his arrival. But.urung.ku I.

" the safarah?" Virhan was shocked to see me in this house.

At once he greeted me, hugged me and kissed me on my forehead without feeling uncomfortable or embarrassed as Fatimah looked at us.

" Speechless feels like you're here." Say Virhan mas with teary eyes.

" Came up what, honey?" Ask Virhan curious.

" Get me Yan sir." Honestly answered.

" Picked up? Same Mr Yan?" Mas Virhan frowned. " Weird." His words were slow but still heard in my ear.

Virhan's hand is still around my waist, "We're going to yuk's room!" Whisper Virhan in my ear.

" Dad.." I pinched Virhan's waist.

" False you." My whisper.

" Kangen." Virhan again whispered.

Virhan sniffed my cheek repeatedly. Like a hungry lion.

Because it was too fun, Virhan and I did not realize the arrival of mama, Virhan,

" Virhan, are you home? Change clothes! And we eat together." Mom's orders. Mama's face hardened to see Virhan mas making out with me, while Fatimah just looked down.

And like a buffalo on his nose, Virhan immediately did the order of mama.

" A minute, baby." Virhan rubbed my shoulder.

Virhan came into our room. Alone without me, when he always asked for help to choose his clothes. Agggrhhhh!!! Why is everything like Dejavu?

Can you be in the Safarah position?