The Appearing Woman

Chapter 5 Exams for Haikal

 

 

 

Both my eyes were round watching, the woman standing on the door brother of the apartment wearing clothes that look minimal. It was Miss Nina.

 

I guess she changed, with her look being a hijab-wearing woman. But it turns out I was wrong, because somehow humans can not force the desire of someone's heart. Whatever desire must be based on the heart, and the nourishment of the soul.

 

I've heard mother's words, she once said to me." If you have a wife who has hijab, son."

 

"But if the soul mate does not hijab how mak, it is the name of the soul mate who knows."

 

"If you have a hijab, you tell him. Slowly, teach her to close the aurat, God willing which woman will not obey you."

 

"Yes, he's obedient, so what do you have to do?"

 

"No papa had to get used to it for a long time."

 

"What's so special is the fact that women are hijab-wearing and those who aren't."

 

"No bed, all women are the same. They are equally special. The hijab which they do not deserve your respect. Just that you want your wife's letter to be covered to be seen by another man."

 

"Yes, don't want to."

 

"Therefore, if you can who does not hijab you will also teach him."

 

"Oh yes mama, if later I get a widow, not a girl how?"

 

Mom laughed, shaking her head and answering!" If it is his soul mate why not, mother will not forbid you. The most important thing is that the woman loves your mother the same as you. Haikal all women are equal before their almighty noble, which distinguishes only in the eyes of men because of status. So if later you get a widow or a girl, mom remind you. Treat the woman who is your wife as best you can, remember that. Or I'll cut you off, son."

 

"Yes, you are sadistic."

 

That was my conversation with my mother. Ahk, it feels bad with the words of the mother who always advises. 

My mother advised me without forcing me. This has to be the case, she is the best mother for me.

 

Stepping over to Bu Nina, seeing her eyes look swollen as if she was crying, what happened to Bu Nina? 

 

"Mom Nina?"

 

"Get." Miss Nina stepped over to my body. He almost hugged my body, fortunately I avoided it.

 

His body was sitting on the floor, he was crying sobbing. 

"Mom Nina, why? Let's stand mom. Shame on seeing people later on guess what," I said grabbing both arms to stand up again.

 

Ms. Nina was still crying, a hiccup.

"What if we go to the nearest cafe, if I bring Miss Nina into the apartment. What will people say?"

 

Actually in this apartment looks lonely, 

 

People won't care about us if we both go into the apartment.

 

But still I as a man felt angry, because I think it is not good to bring a woman into the apartment.

At least I am a man of lust, I fear I cannot control myself. Especially with the appearance of the dress of Bu Nina who is minimal and looks sexy, maybe the devil will try to tease me. Until my faith is weak. Avoiding is better.

 

 

After arriving at the cafe, we sat down and ordered a drink. 

"Try Miss Nina to explain, why are you crying?" ask the woman sitting in front of me. His face looked gloomy, he bent his gaze down, as if reluctant to meet me face to face.

 

Ms. Nina was still silent, she did not answer my question at the time. Why not with him?

 

"Mom, why are you so quiet?"

Miss Nina really didn't answer my question. I don't know what's wrong with him, so he's silent and won't talk.

 

I rubbed my hair rough, leaning my back on the chair. 

At that moment Bu Nina's mouth began to dare to say." Actually ...."

 

"What exactly, Mom?" ask me who can't wait to hear what problems are faced by Bu Nina at this time.

 

"Hey, do you want to marry me?"

 

I who heard the words of Bu Nina, made my back that was tender for a moment rise up and sit firmly. Poking both of my arms at the table, looking intently at the woman sitting before me.

 

"Don't joke, Mom," I said.

 

"I'm seriously Haikal. Actually my papah wants to match me with the man of his choice!" ma'am Nina answered, her tears flowing.

 

"Related .... What does this have to do with me, Mom?" I ask who does not understand.

 

"I want us to marry a contract, for a year. To trick my papah into not marrying me to his chosen man!"

 

At that time I strongly rejected the wishes of Bu Nina, by hitting the cafe table so hard.

 

"I refused ma'am, because marriage is not a game. So forgive me, I can't help mom."

 

I stood up from the seat, stepped forward, leaving in front of Bu Nina. But he pulled my clenched finger.

 

"Haikal please help me, please. I'll pay you more than your salary, how?"

 

Both of my eyes glanced at Bu Nina's face, there was a pity enveloping the heart. But what else, I don't want to. Making a wedding is just for a game.

 

What will my mother say. He will be disappointed with me as his son.

 

"Sorry Mom, I'd better find another guy. I can't Mom."

 

Clenching Ms. Nina's hand holding my finger.

"If that's your answer. Tomorrow you don't work at my place anymore" threatened Ms. Nina. Make my steps stop while answering." Well I'll go, thanks for everything Miss Nina."

 

Maybe this is the best decision, I don't want to fall into a lie. The lie will be perpetually committed.

 

In the morning I returned the facility that Ms. Nina gave me. Just got to work got into trouble, so be it. For the sake of good, to avoid the bad approaches the better.

 

"Do you not regret Mr. Haikal, but I love you all. You have followed my wishes."

 

"For me there is no word of regret ma'am. Better to regret now than to regret in the end."

 

 

"Not in that way, ma'am. To gain success and wealth, not in an instant way. As Miss Nina offers."

 

"You're really stupid, Mr. Haikal."

 

"I. Instead of such a mother, it should be a personal matter not to be taken to work. And as for the matter of matchmaking if you don't want to, you should be more resolute to refuse."

 

"Silence you're Haikal."

 

"I was silent from now on. It's just me talking."

 

 

I immediately left Bu Nina, who was emotional because of my words.

 

By walking gontai, feel limp this body. I went back to the contract I had landed yesterday.

 

"Sir Haikal's back again?"

 

"Yes ma'am, I want to contract again here is it okay? I was fired at work."

 

"May be Nak Haikal. This contract is always open to Haikal Nak, oh yeah. I'm so sorry I hope that Nak Haikal can work again."

 

"Amin, then the hell Mom."

 

"Either. It's the key."

 

I put my body on the mat, slowly. Drowsiness now I feel, imagining the happiness that has just been felt now disappears instantly.

 

Swiping slowly face with hands while calling the almighty Allahu Akbar.

Behind this test is always happiness.

 

I just try, try and pray.

 

Longing haunts my mind, wanting to contact my mother. But I'm a little embarrassed, I'm afraid my mom is worried about her son getting fired from work.

 

Time to sleep and forget about the problems. Waiting for tomorrow to find a new job.

 

When the eyes begin to close slowly, the sound of stomach worms as if thrashing asking for food rations. I reached into my wallet and there was only a twenty thousand. Which is enough for tomorrow's job search, let me hold it until morning.

 

Hc .. tok ..

The sound of the door on the knock. It turns out the next door neighbor.

 

"Loh Bu Nunik what's going on?" my many. The old woman thrust a bushel of food at me.

 

"This is my son, eaten yes. It just so happens that mom cooks a lot, so this is for Haikal Nak."

 

"Thank God, thank you, ma'am."

 

I grabbed the rice bushel with both hands feeling happy. Can fill the stomach that is rumbling.

 

God's help is always there, he knows. Where the people are in trouble. But sustenance goes nowhere.

 

Eating food given by Bu Nunik, really delicious to taste.

 

***********

 

In the morning I saw that Bu Nunik's husband was overwhelmed by repairing his angkot, I was quick to help him.

 

"Why sir, the car?"

 

"It's on strike, den!"

 

Trying to fix the angkot owned by Mr. Hasan, with the expertise given by the late father first. When the deceased started his business opening a motor car repair shop.

 

However, now the deceased's workshop was in bankruptcy. Because the father is often sickly and the money from the workshop is used up to treat the father in the hospital.

 

"Alhamdulillah is done sir."

 

"The truth, den."

 

"Yes sir."

 

"Favor den. It's a little money."

 

"No sir, I'm sincere."

 

"Thank you. Sustenance."

 

"Where if I follow the father of angkot narik."

 

"Emh, yeah come on."

 

 

While I have not got a job, just a little angkot.

Any work I will do as long as it is good and also halal.

 

"Mr Haikal," called a woman who was none other than Ms. Nina.  He folded his hands together and said, "become the cab driver now."

 

"Yes, thank God for not getting a job. What work is important!" my answer. Makes Ms. Nina feel annoyed by the answer I gave.

 

"Yes, I went to work first, Mom."

 

I stared at the look of disappointment on her face maybe Miss Nina still wished I would help her.