Safaries

Safara 5

"Safarahs... I miss... Miss holding you, miss chatting in our room, miss your chatter when I carelessly put a wet towel.

Safarahs... I know that you are so happy when your mother is not home. Uh. Safarahs... My tears almost always fall when I remember you.

" O Allah.If you trust us, trust me and Safarah to hold a baby, maybe you will rethink to match me with the woman of your choice." Reveal my conscience.

" God.give me your guidance..."

***

" Ow.." Safarah complained of pain. Unintentionally while he was eating, he bit his own lips instead. As a result there was a slight wound on his lips.

He put the plate still full. His appetite just evaporated.

Since mama introduced Fatimah as the future wife of Virhan mas, her stomach is rarely filled with rice.

Even his weight drastically dropped.

Maybe it's too much of a mind burden.

" Why mbak?" Nadia was concerned about the fate of Safarah.

" I don't know Nad. It's too much of a life trial to taste." Sahut Safarah is desperate.

" She is God's choice. Means mbak is a person who is considered able to bear all problems. Pray a lot, ma'am. May there be a rainbow after the rain has passed." Nadia said encouragingly.

I was dumbstruck, digesting all of Nadia's words. What Nadia said is probably true. I am God's chosen person. And every test will have wisdom.

Hope so.

My days passed without Virhan. Little by little I got used to it without him.

Mas Virhan also began to rarely contact me, maybe was busy taking care of his marriage with Fatimah.

Uh. My man.may you be happy.

***

Fatimah and I are doing wedding dress fittings. I let Fatimah choose her favorite color. When he asked me for my opinion, I just said all the colors were good.

It was different when I questioned Safarah. Safarah and I worked well together.

When with Safarah, I want my wedding to run perfectly and luxuriously.

At that time, I considered my marriage to be a once in my life.

I'm waiting for Fatimah outside. I lit a cigarette, and then I sucked deeply.

The shadow of Safarah was playing around in my head.

My safarah..Who is she there? I haven't visited him in a few days, nor called him. Uh. My longing was stirring at him, but I could do nothing.

"Safarah.hopefully we can be together again." It was always that prayer that I said many times in every prostration and every time I remembered Safarah.

" Mas Virhan.."

" Eh." I was surprised when Fatimah called my name.

" It's your turn, mas." Gentle Fatimah said.

I threw away the cigarettes that were running out. Following Fatimah came inside.

The measurement was directly done on me.

" It's so handsome for your future husband, Fat." One of them commented.

I smiled at the compliments from them.

" Eh so this is what Virhan's name is?" They began to tease Fatimah. Fatimah looked timid.

" Eh, mas.kamu often talk about Fatimah."

I looked up to find the origin of the voice, " oh right?" I don't believe it.

Fatimah who sat on the chair several times glared at them.

" His husband-to-be is so handsome that we're not sure if Fatimah can get a handsome man like you."

I just responded to their words with a small laugh. My heart and mind are still flying with Safarah.

But at first glance I noticed Fatimah who looked down.

The friend of the time in the gray uniform probably did not expect that his friends would be that bucket.

The wedding dress fittings are done, we immediately leave this place.

" If I may, I'd like to meet Safarah's mother."

" huh? What's for?" I was shocked to hear Fatimah's request.

" She, we're getting married. But it's still like something's stuck in my heart. I need to talk to Safarah. Can mas?"

" It's up to you."

I drive the car to the cafe where Safarah lives now.

The pink cafe is in sight. Cool cafe with the favorite color of Safarah.

We got off the car. Only Nadia greeted us.

" A safarah is there, Nad?" I asked my cousin Safarah.

" Em. mbak Safarah is gone, mas."

" Where to go? Same who?" Askaqua.

Honestly, I was jealous when I found out that Safarah had left without saying goodbye to me.

My heart has not fully accepted this reality. For me Safarah is only mine, and still obey me. But in fact, Safarah has become the most independent person now.

" Safarah's not home, do you want to wait?" I asked Fatimah.

Fatimah glanced at the watch on her wrist.

" We'll wait another fifteen minutes. Hopefully get home soon."

I just nodded, Nadia invited us in and sat comfortably in Safarah's cafe.

Nadia also serves drinks and snacks. It is good Nadia, the same as Safarah.

After ten minutes had passed, Safarah descended from a blue angkot. His face was sweating. In his hand were two large white baskets.

He was surprised to see me and Fatimah in his cafe.

" Mas Virhan.. Fatimah.. It's been a long time?" Friendly ask.

Ah . Safarah is still so, friendly is second to none.

" Not yet." Reply fatimah while shaking hands with Safarah.

I wanted to hug Safarah, but she would definitely reject me.

Safarah clothes are soaked with sweat. Where is it really from?

" I stayed a while, yeah. I stink so." Safarah smiled and passed from before us.

It was not long before Safarah returned. My smile immediately expanded as Safarah appeared behind the door.

Gamis flowers plus matching hijab. My safarah is simple.

Safarah sat next to Fatimah. They hugged an old friend who did not meet. It's strange!

" Well, can you leave us both?" Pinta Fatimah to me.

I was quite surprised to hear Fatimah's request. But looking at Safarah's shady eyes, without speaking I know he ordered me to leave immediately. I still want to see my wife's face.

I chose to get in the car, blaming the engine and the coolant. I play Safarah's favorite song. Uh. Safarah.I still want to enjoy life with you..

From a distance I noticed two female figures who were seriously talking. One is my choice and the other is my mother's choice. About what are they talking about?

I was too focused on looking at Safarah's face. That shady face was smiling sometimes. I know it's the smile of falsehood he's been showing at my mom's house all along.

Tok.dok..

The car's glass window was knocked by Fatimah.

I lowered the glass, "ready?" My toot.

" It's been a mas. Can I come in?"

" absolutely.."

I opened the car door, Fatimah breezed in.

" Aren't you happy?" Ask Fatimah.

" Yes, just a minute." I got off the car. This is a golden opportunity. Safarah was surprised to see me down.

" Safety..." I extended a hand.