Safaries

The safarah 6

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.

Safarah was silent for a moment, then she grabbed my hand.

I held the tiny hand of Safarah.

Peeling it many times until Safarah became wrong.

It is heavy of my heart that I leave Safarah here. Seeing her much thinner body makes my heart sometimes want to rebel, but my promise to papa makes me have to rethink back to leave mom.

" Bye Safara..." I want to kiss the lips of Safarah's sweet lips that have been untouched for a long time.

" Bye mas.." Safarah tried to take off her hand.

" Shame on Fatimah." Say again.

I frowned, we are still legal husband and wife, has he forgotten?

Safarah left me without a word, entered the house.

I got in the car immediately

" is it a mas?" Fatimah asked with a flat face.

I just nodded, my feelings mixed today. If I don't remember my mom, maybe I'd rather spend the night with Safarah.

" Take me home, mom." Fatimah Pinta.

I just nodded, driving forward at medium speed. Along the way I had no interest in discussing anything with Fatimah. Fortunately Fatimah understood my situation. He prefers silence. Maybe he's just like me, in a difficult position.

***

In order to find busyness, so that my brain no longer thinks about Virhan. I'm trying to make a new effort. I sell fried onions. I put my fried onions from the stall to the stall. And this effort has been going on for seven days. And I hope the community responds well to my efforts.

I do everything myself using my hands. From peeling to slicing and frying and then packing. Sometimes Nadia helps if the cafe is not too crowded.

This afternoon, when I had just delivered fried onions to the stalls, I was surprised by the arrival of Virhan and Fatimah.

What's the matter they both came for? Is there anything serious? I was busy wondering for myself.

Although I was still jealous to see my husband in the car with another woman but I tried to cultivate a great sense of patience in my heart. I tried to act alone, even though the flames of jealousy were heating up in my heart.

Virhan and Fatimah have disappeared from sight. I decided to go in. With a blurry look, I swing my footsteps towards the most comfortable rest, which is in the room.

O Allah. - When did you test the patience of your servant? I am tired, God....

***

The wedding invitation letter has arrived in my hands. Two days later Virhan officially became the husband of Fatimah.

The huft! I looked at the blue paper, there was a picture of Virhan smiling together with Fatimah.

Again my wounds are broken.

" Mom is present?" Nadia asked while cleaning the table.

" Do you think?"

" If you don't feel okay, it's better not to come." Nadia gave her advice.

" I'll think again, yeah. Come in first. Take a break." My words lied.

When am I like this? What kind of rest? In fact, every night I couldn't sleep. My eyes stayed awake the morning. Even now my eyes are blackened. It's almost like a panda eye.

Now, my clothes are all oversized. The effects of my weight are a lot of shrinkage.

I don't know!

***

The huft! After a day of struggling with onions finally finished too. I started packing into some containers. Hopefully a lot will be done today.

" Nad, let's go first..." My pamphlets to Nadia.

" Beware me..." Nadia Sahut.

I raised my thumb towards Nadia.

I intentionally sat by the side of the road. Waiting for my subscription angkot to pass.

But from a distance there was a car that drove slowly and finally stopped right in front of me.

" Hey. yuk's up!"

I looked up at the open windshield of the car.

" Mad Virhan? "

" Ride yuk!" Bring along.

I shook my head weakly, "Thank you, ma'am. Just wait for the angkot."

" Ride..or am I not getting married?" Threatened him.

With a heavy heart I climbed into Virhan's car.

Virhan smiled triumphantly.

" Where are you going?" Ask Virhan. His eyes glanced at the basket I was carrying.

" I want to do this." I showed him the fried onion setoples.

" Open a new business?"

" Try, mas. "

" Good luck, yeah..."

" Aminn.thank you for the prayer, ma'am."

I told you the address we were going to.

After we finish delivering the fried onions, "we take a walk first yuk?"

" Where's the road? You're two days away from getting married." I reminded.

" Is there still a problem?"

" If anyone sees how?"

" You're my wife, baby..."

" It almost became M-A-N-T-A-N." My insinuation.

Mas Virhan rubbed my head that was covered in hijab. His face changed.

" I'm sorry mom, yang."

" Don't keep apologizing. I was wrong."

" ah. Safarah.several time you always gave in to mama. I'm sorry, yeah..."

" Well... Don't sad. Soon you will be happy. Trust me." My heart gives encouragement to the man who will soon be the husband of another woman.

Mas Virhan stopped his car at the city park. " Down yuk!"

Without asking much, I followed him.

" Want satay?"

" Want."

" Wait here." Mas Virhan went to the satay seller.

Not long after he brought two plates of satay and two glasses of iced tea.

" Heem... Fragrant."

" Hungry ya.." God.

" Hehehe..." I can only hear the grin but it doesn't look like kebo in the rice fields huh...

" Eat a lot! If you need to add more." Said Virhan while putting a mouthful of satay into his mouth.

" Later on the greedy again "

" You're I'm kurusan loh, which. Look at your shirt with a nod." Virhan pointed at the shirt I was wearing.

" Do you know anything? I'm already slim.

" But it wasn't land warts, Safarah."

" What land, mas? You think I'm a bird? Huh uh?"

" Straight, tall, slim, flat chest hahaha...." Mas Virhan laughed out loud, fortunately not to choke on food.

" Huhu.basic!" My meaning's slack.

On the sidelines we were joking, Virhan's cell phone rang, he looked for a moment.

" Who is mas?"

" Mama."

" Let's go dong mas."

" I want to be with you without anyone bothering me, Safarah."

" But picking up the phone from mom is important, too."

"Okay.seven a while ya." Virhan's away from me.

Sometimes I steal a glance at my man who is receiving a call from his mother. From the look on his face, he seemed to be holding back in annoyance.

Virhan walked closer to me.

" It's a mas?"

" It's been." He answered with a changed face.

He held his phone back, turned it on and then pressed the dead button.

" Why shut down?" Many wonder.

" I don't want to be disturbed by the day."

" What did mom say, Mom?"

" As usual, where's your Virhan? I want to get married and work. Uh. Until when I can patiently face my mama, Safarah. For mama's sake, there's too much I'm betting on." Curse me.

" Isn't your mother your paradise?"