Still waiting for you

thirty two

"With you find out about me. It is the same as digging in the ground, where the deeper you dig, the closer you are to the spring, which promises your survival. That means, the more you figure it out, the closer you are to a promising future. You ready?"

Nature puts on a confident face and raises her eyebrows repeatedly.

"So, really pe-de Mas, be careful, the volume of the head is enlarged.the pecans do not fit!" I said reminded. Nature is still hearing it.

"Seneng deh, see you are back sane gini" he said with a thunderous laugh.

"Nature..!!" I growled at hearing his words. He was very mocking me. It was so soft. Let me just say his name without the frills of respect.

Nature stopped her laughter for a moment. Moving his index finger right and left. His face changed into serious mode.

"Ameena, Say No!, to bad attitude. You can't call me without frills like that." Strictly speaking.

"Belgain!. Mumpung has not kabul, not kuwalat." Answer cuek.

"Well then. I follow the rules of mbak ami." He answered lightly, then walked away, ignoring the plotting of my eyes.

"Mas Nature. That's so, wait for Ami dong," He ignored my call. I had a little trouble aligning his broad steps. I pinch a little of my wide dress, so as not to sweep the way. Just for info, I used the wide robe that Nature had prepared this morning. I was told to take a shower, and she prepared everything*****no whining about my needs during the trip. I was surprised when I checked my luggage that was prepared with my mother and Marry earlier. Nope, no. More precisely, Nature herself prepared my needs, none of my needs were left behind. For the size of a man. He deserves to be given five stars for this. While mother and marry packed my old clothes that have been sorted by Nature to give to dhu'afa. Yes, Nature herself sorted my clothes. Kulot, t-shirts, skirt span, and jeans, are included do not pass the selection. Oh yes, don't forget my sport faforitku hijab which is dozens. He also firmly put the thing in a crackle.

I didn't get to ask her why I sorted my clothes like that. Because of my chameleon syndrome this morning, and then it continued here, he was busy with his own business, and now, when I had time to spit out all the questions that were crammed in my mind, Nature was crashing because of me.

"Mas, O Allah, pardon Ami. It was just a joke." I'm still half-drawn to align my steps with him. I swear, the feet of Nature along what the hell, very difficult in parallel.

"Dani, take the black swipe that's in the shirt, in the trunk of my car huh. Love your nyokap, tell the needy to share." Nature threw her car keys at Dani, not bothering me at all for chasing her.

"Dwi, man,"

"Nggeh Mas."

"The company mbak eat yes, do not stay. He just came here this time."

"Nggeh Mas, let's mbak. Come with me, what would you eat........" I no longer listen to what comes out of the mouth of the girl in front of me. He was so gentle when he said. Dwi, Nature called him that just now, who is he?.

"Ah, yes. I'll get my own food. You're not busy?" I asked her, for fear of interrupting her activities if she had to wait for me.

"No, no, this is I also want to eat, it's still a break"

"Oh yes." Only then did I realize after hearing the girl's words, it was not only us who were eating lunch here. Maybe Nature told Dwi to accompany me because in this room, only filled by women. Maybe this dining room is specifically for women.

Forty minutes had passed, I had finished my eating ritual twenty minutes ago, while waiting for Nature, I circulated my gaze to the side of the room, this room was quite spacious. From what I see, it can be concluded that all the residents of this village eat alternately here. Change the people who greeted me, and from them, I came to know that Nature was the one who triggered the construction of this place. Which was once a place of prostitution, now in magic Nature became an Islamic village. I gaped listening to the explanation of the middle-aged woman in front of me. Nature doesn't look like an influential person here. But, as long as I'm here. None of the people who did not know Nature, all nodded politely and greeted her. I did not expect to know all these facts, if it is true that Nature is the originator of this change, it means that at that time Nature has not completed her lecture. And according to the young lady who greeted me earlier, she knew the Amar bang as well. His psychological abilities are used here. Some of the migrants do experience depression, and here they are facilitated to recover and continue the rest of their lives.

I still faithfully waited for Nature, hoping she would come to me, accompanied by a thread in my mind about the new figure of Nature, which I began to be able to unravel little by little. Because the long time Nature did not come, I ventured out to see more clearly the state of this canopy. The village is clean, on the right side of the mosque there is a three-story building that I suspect as a place to teach. On the right side, there is a two-story building that extends, with lined doors that are only one meter away. Then on the lower floor, the door of the lined room was three meters away. That means the lower room is wider than the one above. Maybe the building is a house.

I sharpened my ears, I heard the chanting of dhikr from the mosque. The voice sounded familiar in Ami's ears.

"Dani, here"

"Yes, is there a need?"

"Hmm, that's who in the mosque voices."

"Oh, it's bang Alam again ngimami rotibul hadad mbak, it should be the task of bang Amar. But bang Amar permission to go home. So the Nature bang is replacing. Want to follow mbak?"

"I'm a hitch, can you?,"

"Can, it's just a wirid mbak, there's a book. Who can't read it and hold the qur'an mbak."

I have a sign of understanding. Then follow Dani's steps towards a place where women's special wireless readings are blocked.

When the reading of the wire is not so long, my tears run uncontrollably. My chest rumbled, warm all over my body. O God, the beauty of this short moment, only this time I feel so close to You. In this place, with the boisterousness of hundreds of self-willed malafadzkan people, I feel that I am being held tightly by the Almighty.

My cry had not yet subsided, when I heard the sound of Nature interrupting from the microphone.

" Assalamu'alaikum wa rohmatullohi wa barokatuh, attention all. Teesya Ameena's. I know you are in a place where you can hear my voice now. To you, I made a promise I made four years ago. In this mosque, coincides with the laying of the first stone. I promise to say ijab qobul when I bring you here. "