The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

fishbed cafe, tonight

Tonight, it looks like Adel is getting ready to leave. But his appearance tonight looks different than usual. She wears a white accented black robe, complete with a wide headscarf and veil, whose jiga is black.

Unfortunately, this is not intended for hijrah, or study. But to carry out its obligations that have been almost a month delayed. He would go to the cafe, where he used to perform every Sunday night. Many people ask him about it on social media. Many prayed for his recovery. And many also miss his presence on stage.

*Yes, forgive your servant. I wear the clothes of a Muslim woman, not for hijrah. Rather to hide the existence of the servant, for a while. Guide the servant yes Alloh, so that the servant can immediately wear this great outfit, forever*.

Without him noticing, there were two pairs of eyes watching him from the doorway of the room. The two were also stunned, seeing Adel looking fixedly at himself, from the reflection of the mirror.

“Amin”

A voice shook his daydream. The two men were already on his left side. One of them, as if to understand what Adel said in his heart, so that he uttered, amen.

“Kok amen? Assalamu’alaikum” Adel's reprimand. The one who was reprimanded, smiled instead.

“I know, you must be talking to yourself. Or, you are talking to Gusti Alloh” replied the man.

“I've also done that. It felt shameful, professing to be his people to be the Prophet, but wearing those clothes, only for certain purposes. The rest, back again to gini rich clothes. This is mending, a bit loose” continued the person, while pointing to his own clothes.

“Iya, Er. Shame, me. Still love worldly affairs. In fact, it is very convenient to use this gamis”

“All can be conditioned slowly.mixersarian also do not have to wear a tight kebaya mulu”

“Hem?”

“Udah, that was thought awhile! slowly while walking. Start first, from the songs you bring!”

“The bill. About the look, I think I have an idea, deh” said the other one.

“What Ti?”

“Ya, about its dangers. But, we have to rush off, now”

They also ended the conversation and immediately slid to the destination. Three women, in dress, and veiled. Practically no one recognized who they were. The function of the two of them, is to back up Adel so that Adel does not need to talk, before the time. And Erika's car, it's camouflage, so no one knows Adel's arrival.

By the time they arrived, the live music at the cafe had already started. They also choose a table whose position is parallel to the stage. Erika was in charge of ordering food and drinks. Tati who was in charge of writing the words on a piece of paper, to be given to the host. But when some of the songs were performed by other singers.

This first song, the genre of pop, with a beat that is quite fun to dance. Makes a cheerful atmosphere. The second song, still cheerful. Make Tati propose to change the song that will be performed Adel later. But Adel refused. He still wants to sing that song. Luckily, the third singer, performed a pretty melow song.

He performed a song from Iwan Fals, afternoon at the pancoran monument. Because it has been famous from ancient times, and rames on social media if this song is covered by football fans, the atmosphere suddenly becomes haru. Especially when the visitors sing together, but with a sporter version of the ball.

“Learnest. A song that burns the spirit. Thank you, mbak Ninik kamaratih”

The host said, as soon as the singer finished performing the song. Low noise of visitors accompanied by a loud applause. To the extent that the host, powerless to hold back his cries.

“Lu why To?” ask one of the musicians to the host.

“Iya, lu. Long beard. Crying too. Anto, Anto” is another musician.

“Tonight, I didn't expect it to be this big. I'm not told Bian, if there will be this song. Beneran” said the host.

Cheers from the audience returned. Some have also started to follow the melow.

“Honestly, tonight actually I am not sure to make gigg”

“Why, to? Honor you less?”

“He he's. Not Bian”

“Terus?”

“I feel, whether in what song, I will definitely break, cry nih. Because it's always been so bright. I can be on this stage, it's thanks to someone's services. And that guy, “

The host was unable to continue his words. He turned his body, hiding his cries. Here, Adel felt touched.

“Not you, To. We all. We all feel less, in the absence of Adel. But we have to be on this stage. Let's not miss all” said the musician called Bian.

“Eeemgghh”

The host of the show dehem. Trying to ease his sadness.

“OK. We continue on Bian?” ask the host.

“More Dong!”

“This we want from visitors who attended, yes?”

“YAAAA” replied the visitors compact.

“Oke, tonight, we have three ukhti, very fitting in front of the stage. Ja. Can I shoot first, camera? Iya”

“I was also curious from earlier, To. Who wants to beat the song?” ask Bian.

“Betul, Bian mas. I went there first ya mas”

“Don't be long, To!”

The host stepped off the stage, and approached the three. He gave one microphone to Erika.

“Monggo, please”

“Thanks, mas Anto” said Erika, received the microphone.

“Get an introduction first, ukhti. Whose name, and these two friends, anyone?”

The visitors cheered at the word of acquaintance from the host.The boisterous voice was dominant male voice.

“What does a name mean, mas Anto?” erika answered me. He laughed, but without a sound.

“Loh, do not know then do not love” said the host, did not want to give up.

“Let's be more curious, what if we sholawatan first?” ask Erika. There was another loud noise from the visitors.

“Wah, the more gemes I, mas Bian” said the host.

“But not papa, To. We sholawatan aja first. It's a good fit, the moment. The sad one, the shahdu one. We're in sholawat with”

“OK. Because Bian mas has decided so, rather than dapet honoror, yes deh”

“Ha ha ha” the visitors laugh at those words.

The sound of music began to flow syahdu. Makes the mood melow. But the color of the music this time, thick with religious nuances.

“Shollalllohu ‘ala Muhammad, shollallohu ‘alaihi wasallam. Shollalllohu ‘ala Muhammad, shollallohu ‘alaihi wasallim” Erika to open.

“Mari all” invite Erika.

“Shollalllohu ‘ala Muhammad, shollallohu ‘alaihi wasallam. Shollalllohu ‘ala Muhammad, shollallohu ‘alaihi wasallim” all visitors sholawat together.

“Anta syamsun anta badrun. Anta nurun fauqo nuri”

“Anta syamsun anta badrun. Anta nurun fauqo nuri”

“Anta iksiru wa gholi's. Misbakhussuduuri”

Music plays beautifully again. It touches every soul that remembers its Lord, who remembers its Rosary.

“Shollalllohu ‘ala Muhammad, shollallohu ‘alaihi wasallam. Shollalllohu ‘ala Muhammad, shollallohu ‘alaihi wasallim” still Erika again chanting sholawat.

“Let's all” take Erika again.

“Shollalllohu ‘ala Muhammad, shollallohu ‘alaihi wasallam. Shollalllohu ‘ala Muhammad, shollallohu ‘alaihi wasallim”

When everything broke, Erika gave her microphone to Adel. Not many saw the microphone move. And anyway they don't care. The visitors are still in good health.

“Yes habibi yes Muhammad, yes ‘arusal khofiqoini”

All eyes are on the person holding the microphone. No exception the host, who was still next to Erika. They were all jolted, shocked, as they memorized the sound.

“Adeeelll..”.

Adel's fans, especially women, shouted his name.

“Yes habibi yes Muhammad, yes ‘arusal khofiqoini”

React the host, humbling his body. Then do a thank you.

“Ya muayyad yes mumajad, yes imamal qiblataini”

“Shollallohu ‘ala Muhammad, shollallohu.... “

Adel could not continue the sholawat lyrics.he could not help but cry, as he felt, there was a female fan, hugging him from behind. Say thank you, over and over again.

So surprised, both Erika and Tati, also could not continue Sholawat. fortunately, there is one singer, who deigned to continue until the end.

After the sholawatan was over, Adel was asked to go up to the stage. The host gave him a path, with a very respectful attitude. Not touching it at all, not even shaking hands as usual. He gave his greetings by fusing his two palms together in front of his chest.

While on stage, Adel opened his veil. And how boisterous his fans were, seeing himself smiling beautifully. Some fans even went hysterical. Because I really believe that the one who performed the sholawat song, was Adel.

“Don't be copied, yes! I took off the veil” chirped Adel.

The visitors did not answer what Adel said. They were still boisterous with their respective comments.

“How are you doing Mbak Adel?” ask Bian, the musician. Adel twisted his body.

“Alhamdulillah, Bian mas. I was given healing by Gusti Alloh. Thank you for praying, Bian. Thank you for praying, everything” Adel replied, including to his fans.

“Mbak, “ call the host. He still looks overwhelmed. Sentences interrupted.

“Tumben so great Anto melow, huh? really not?” sahut Adel's.

“You can nyusruk? Do you usually like road races?” ask the host.

“Emang I like road race, yes?” ask Adel to the visitors.

“Masa? No crap, I”

“You, why did you get to Accident?” ask Bian.

“But” reply Adel.

“After all?”

“Iya”

“Allohu Akbar's. But what about Anto?” ask Bian.

“Ha ha ha. If the memory is good, it is only partial. Some memories, some are. Some too, buried away banget”

“There are brilliant, and there are hidden far away?” ask Anto.

“Ya”

“That's missing, how rich?”

“Yes, rich incident that night. Is that right, I got scuttered? Was I really riding an ojek? Everything I don't remember. I just know, he said”

“Ya Alloh” comments Anto.

“Kata ojol who brought me, we abis begal same herd of motorized thugs. She said, I'm the same girl as my boyfriend. I have a boyfriend, right?”

“Huuuuu” the visitors even boisterous.

“Serious, noanya. Some say they have. Some say, enggak”

The host laughed at Adel's question. But his eyes still look teary.

“Udah, don't think about it. If anyone says your boyfriend, say the same Bian!” said Bian.

“Huuuuu” cheers the visitors, rame.

“Eh but, if the same father, same mother, already inget?” ask Anto.

“Lu how the hell, to? Same time ortu himself forgot?” bian Sahut.

“Emang forgot” replied Adel.

“Ha? seriously, Del?”

“Totally. I'm spitting blank. Sticking is not the same as anyone. Including the same ortu, adek, even myself, I do not inget”

“Ya Alloh” comments Bian.

“It took quite a long time. Almost two weeks, to be able to siget back, who I really”

“For that?” ask Anto.

“Iya. That too, there are still many that I have not inget” replied Adel.

“Kaya school. Until now if I see my own diploma, I even want to laugh you” continued Adel.

“Kok can?”

“I'm rich I have no memory at all of SMK two. I am rich, I did not feel like I ever went to school there. But I'm the best graduate, try. Ha ha ha ha ha”

“Well, let's say you're the best graduate. Second number is I” said Bian.

“Masa?”

“Huuuu” back the cheers of the visitors blaring.

“Don't you know, living without a memory of the past?” ask Adel. Making that boisterous noise subside.

“I was almost blissful, Bian” mas

“Don't Dong!” bian Sahut.

“Until this morning, I haven't remembered anything. And I've started trying to put it all together. Accept this destiny. And get ready to open a new leaf. Adelia Fitri like you know. May be you can see me in the same body, but with different identity”

No one commented on Adel's statement. Anto and Bian just looked at each other, but the two did not know what to comment on.

“But, alhamdulillah. Despite having to endure a headache, some of those memories came back. Although only a little I can mention, at least, I became convinced, that the house I occupied, was indeed my home. The two people who were watching me all the time were my parents. And the most chatty, is my sister”

“Alhamdulillah” asahun Anto and Bian together. Applause from all visitors.

“There's still so much I need to remember again. So if anyone was familiar with me, I keep forgetting, I'm sorry. Not just ngelupain, but eror” again said Adel.

“Iya. Make all friends. Please be informed! don't get hearted!” anto said.

“Iya, really. It would be better to introduce yourself again. Love the beautiful moments, which might be able to evoke the memory of Adel” said Bian.

“Betul, rich I once melted into got, same mbak Adel” said Anton.

“Ha? where?” ask Adel.

“After sanggar medamsari” replied Anton.

“Ha ha ha ha. Kirain I doang. You either? Ha ha ha” sahut Bian.

But Adel was confused by what they were both talking about. It makes both of them feel strange.

“Mas Anto, Bian” mas call Adel.

“Ya?” answer Anto.

“You too don't get angry, yes!”

“Quiet! We are as sorry as your nature. Emang jail from dulue” asked Bian.

“Poll” says Anto.

“I also don't really remember about y'all”

“HA?” shout them at the same time.

They were surprised not by the design. They were not even aware that they were calling out in front of the microphone. Many people were shocked because of their loud voices.

“I want to have a gig here. I wish I had a fan. But I haven't inget about y'all”

“Loh, how to numbenin Anto melow?” ask Bian.

“You tube” Adel replied.

“From noon I watched this live music video, ten episodes, marathon. Therefore, I can understand the character of mas Anto how, mas Bian how” continued Adel.

For a moment, both were stuck. They seemed to still think hard, whether all that Adel said was true, or just pure reason.

“OK. I don't expect you to believe. Let alone Anto mas same mas Bian. Sama Tati aja, I have not inget.” said Adel responded to their inertia. They still haven't responded.

“Dead your best friend?” anto said.

“According to everything around me, Tati is my best friend. Even rich brothers. But in reality, he was crying this afternoon. I want to be with my father, mother, Dina. But he hasn't been the same. Ask the same person!” answer Adel. He pointed towards his veiled friend.

“Loh, is that Tati?” ask Anto.

Tati took off her veil. And the visitors, became boisterous because of it. Tati was invited to the stage, to tell her about Adel. Her tears were the most honest answer. The answer came from the bottom of his heart. While still as he pleased, he told her what he had experienced and felt, for the past two weeks.

“Ya Alloh, how come there are yes, people who are so strong? Mr. Police, tangkep tuh, street thugs! There are casualties. Wait what else?” anto's comments growled.

“Hopefully put together yes, the biker gangs it” said Bian

“Amin” says Tati and others.

“Terus, what more songs do we bring, mas Bian?” tanya Anto tried to brighten the atmosphere again.

“Where if we sholawatan again?” ask Adel.

“Agujuuu” exclamation them together.

He was ready to bring me another sholawat.

“Lir-stream, lir-stream, “

“Tandure wus sumilir”

Adel started the first line from the first line. Then point the microphone at the audience.

Without asking, the compact visitors followed him singing along. In the middle of the song, he connected the song with sholawat badar. One of the typical Indonesian sholawat, which is certainly all memorized.

“Alhamdulillah” said the host, when the sholawat badar was completed.

“Thanks, mbak Adel” he continued.

“Thanks again, mas Anto”

“The taste is rich want to hear the sound mbak Adel continues, tonight”

“Betuulll. Lanjuuuuttt” exciting visitors.

“But, as Adel is still recovering. One full song earlier, is enough to relieve our longing, right”

“Betuuuull” replied the visitors.

He took the stage with loud applause from the visitors. Many also asked him to shake hands. Patently, he followed one by one the invitation to shake hands. Without him noticing, someone followed him towards his desk. He sat down, and the man greeted him.