Second Pinang

Wong Trivial

Disa's been dressed up. He was wearing simple clothes that kept the aurat closed. Does not show body shape. The hijab that dangles to cover her chest makes her charismatic. The makeup polish on the face is just the powder and lipbalm.

She did not heed the message from Aris telling her to dress up pretty and put on nice clothes. What is required is a relative assessment. What he was wearing was good for him. Now Disa is waiting for Aris to pick her up.

Mas Wakhid was asked by mak Nur to accompany Disa. Because after all, Disa and Aris are not muhrim. They also have no halal ties, so there must be members of the Disa family who accompany them. It is up to people to say that Disa is a spoiled child, it is all to keep her marwah as a Muslim woman.

"Sa, where did you meet Dani first?" tanya mas Wakhid. Afraid of sounding into the ears of the mother who had just walked a few steps from home.

He was stunned to get that question. Does his first brother know if there's anything different about Dani? I don't know, he's still not sure.

"Pak Dani works in the Department of Education and Culture. At that time Disa was taking care of the requirements to join PPG, Mas. Indeed why?"

Mas Wakhid shook his head, "No papa, the figure of a man who protects his family like him. It just seems Aidha is looking for a scapegoat for her mother's death. That's why he became a stubborn boy. You agree with Mas's thought, Sa?"

Disa nodded. It is true what Wakhid said. He did see Dani was a man full of responsibility. Remain patient despite Aidha's outrageous attitude.

"It should be looking for a guy like that, Sa." Mas Wakhid looked at his brother.

"Aren't Aris like that?" ask Disa back.

Wakhid smiled wryly. He's a man too. Can distinguish which sincere gaze longs and only amazed at the blink of an eye. Who is curious and who is sincerely loving.

"We'll see what happens after this. You don't want to speculate until you know for yourself. And I won't blame you later. But, honestly answer this question, does your heart feel the vibration of being electrocuted when it is close to Aris?"

Disa fell silent. This is what he's been looking for all along. As he was close to Aris the flow was not felt in his heart. Different when dealing with Dani. Although they had only met a few times, yet the strange tremors were always appearing. I don't know where it came from, but able to make Disa short of breath and stomach acid churned agile.

There's a silver-colored car. They immediately ended the conversation. Aris has arrived to pick up Disa. Mas Wakhid and Disa immediately got up from the chair.

"The farewells used to be the same mother," pinta Aris.

"Mom's study paper, Mas. Just go for it." He could close the door and lock it.

Aris saw the appearance of Disa who seemed ordinary. He asked her to dress up and wear nice clothes. He sighed a little annoyed that his words were not obeyed by Disa.

After they got in the car, Aris started commenting. The car drove slowly because it was in the village. Mas Wakhid sat in front of Aris who was driving.

"Sik, why not dance? Didn't I ask you to get dressed?" ask Aris.

Mas Wakhid pretended not to listen to the question. But his inner self calculated the number one for Aris' fault. Does she really not know the rules in Islam about dressing up? Truly an unanswered question.

"Sorry, Mas. Disa can't dress up more than this" Disa replied politely.

"Yes, I'll learn slowly."

"Tomorrow we go for a walk, buy some nice clothes. The clothes you wear are ordinary. Not even branded. I'll introduce you to a good brand, Dik!"

"It doesn't matter, Mas. It is more comfortable to wear ordinary clothes. Instead of wearing expensive clothes and famous brands." Disa says subtle rejection.

"Don't be rejected, Sister! Must accept!"

Two requests of Aris that make Wakhid increasingly amused to hear and see his behavior. It was only fitting that there was a sense of dislike in him when Disa was approached by the man. One that Wakhid concluded, that Aris was an authoritarian.

They have reached Aris' house. Mas Wakhid and Disa were surprised to see a luxurious house in front of them. Very majestic with maximum lighting. Makes Disa cold hot to get inside.

Aris invited them to come in and sit on the black padded sofa. A woman of the same age as my mother came out. Mas Wakhid and Disa saw his appearance. A few gold bracelets were coiled around the wrist. Not to miss the ring and necklace.

Behind him, there was a father who also wore a necklace around his neck. Making Disa frown. The law of a man wearing jewelry is haram. Mas Wakhid gestured for Disa to remain calm. Disa and Wakhid salute both parents of Aris.

"This is the woman you're appraising?" tanya Bu Rukanah or commonly called mak Nah.

"Beauty to, Mah?" asked Aris with a smile full of pride.

"Here, ordinary wae ngene! Nek dibandingke Ririn yo cah iki lose! Ririn iso keeps track of fashionable! Lha iki's? Delok to, Ris!" answer mak Nah. (Oh, it's normal! Compared to Ririn, this kid is losing! Ririn can preen and be fashionable! This lha? Look to, Ris!)

Mas Wakhid squeezed his own pants. Heartache with the words of Aris's parents that demeaned Disa. But he held her back, not wanting to make the younger brother feel ashamed.

"Kerjane opo, Ma'am?" Mr. Subkhan now asked Disa. (What's the job, Ma'am?)

"Teacher, sir," answered Disa honestly.

"Trimane master. Ora iso gawe soyo. Wes to, Nang, Karo Ririn wae. Anake sing duwe mas shop. Iso gawe you're soyo sugih," explained Mr. Subkhan. (Guru only. Can't make you richer. It's been to, son, the same Ririn. My son has a gold shop. It can make you richer.)

Mas Wakhid can no longer accept the words of Mr. Subkhan. He could only cry out wanting to cry. His mouth felt locked to answer that painful remark.

"Nuwun sewu, Ma'am, sir. Adike kulo regular pot mawon, mboten tiyang sugih. Namung wong trifles. But kedah panjenengan ngertos, sing ngoyak-ngoyak adike kulo niku the Aris. Kulo nggih mboten agree adike kulo gadhah bojo lan morotuo sing isine may discuss kadonyan chapter!" Mas Wakhid got up from the chair with emotion. (Sorry, Mom, sir. My brother is a regular, not a rich man. Just a trivial person. But you need to know, the one chasing after my sister is Aris. I also disagree with my sister having a husband and in-laws who only discuss mundane chapters!)

Aris tried to persuade Wakhid and Disa to calm down. Too bad the effort was in vain. With anger still stirring, Wakhid pulled Disa's hand out of the house. Aris is after them, intending to drive home. But rejected by Wakhid.

They walked down the streets of the city. He was very sorry for the road because he passed every day. They pulled over for a moment in the mosque because they heard the Adhan isya'. Can be confused how they go home, because transportation only exists during the day.

Before iqomah, he sent a message to someone.

Me : Can you please pick me up at the Baitul Muttaqin mosque?