The Gem of the Heart of the Former Thug

adel's heart

Although the singing rations are over, the celebration is not finished. Adel seemed to no longer feel at home in the place of the celebration. He seemed troubled by something. But he also seemed confused by his unease.

“What's the matter, Del? Rich is so restless? I have an appointment, same Budi?” Tati, who had been so cute, finally asked.

“No, coke. I have video call earlier” replied Adel.

“Continue, why so nervous?”

“Forgot a ration, anyway. Fear tuh, Budinya mas samber people again. Hi hi hi” Nike.

“Ha ha ha, nyamber aja lu, rich elpiji” tukas Tati while chuckling.

“Then I have to report to you first, Nik?” sahut Adel's.

“Ya continues? Not just Tati who feels weird, we all feel that way. Just scared for nanya”

“Know. I also confused”

“Well, amnesia again, this brat” Nike chirps.

“Hus! Indiscriminate if you say” Tati.

“Yes abisnya, fidget alone, confused yourself. Rich cow”

“Emang guys like to fidget unclear?” ask Adel.

“Hooh, anya. I like to tense up in the morning. Ha ha ha ha's. Though his eyes too, just melek”

“Huuuu! Base Nike”

“Porno mulu innan”

“Yes, the only thing that is not clear in this world for me, yes anu it” said Nike.

“Ha ha ha” Adel and Tati laugh because of Nike's clumsiness.

“Don't you, you abis loved see ya, same mas Budi?” guess Nike.

“Sembarangan” reject Adel.

“Kalo want anyway, stay come to his house. Very difficult, pake fidget” said Tati.

“Dih, even follow Nike” Adel reprimand. While patting Tati's thigh.

“Aduh. Pain, Del”

Those who were close to them, laughed at their behavior. The clumsiness of his friends, enough to help relieve the anxiety in his heart. At least, until the celebration is over.

On the way home, the anxiety also back whack. In his heart he wondered, what caused his heart to be agitated? But no one can answer that question. Moreover, he was alone.

As usual, he prefers to drive his own bike, rather than join the pickup car.

At a glance, he remembered that he had not yet prayed ashar. He sped up his bike, headed for the nearest mosque. He hopes, the delay of his prayer is the cause of his heart anxiety.

But even though the Ashar prayer has been run, instead of subsiding, but the sense of anxiety is getting stronger.

“Is there something yes, at home?” mumbled Adel.

He took his cell phone, then called his mother. Apparently his call was not connected to his mother's phone. Then he changed his phone call to his father. Same, not connected. Change again call Madina, also not connected. His feelings are getting less and less.

As fast as lightning he grabbed his helmet, then returned to advance his motorbike. Like a man who is being pursued by creditors, Adel drives his motorbike at high speed. He used all his abilities to get home soon. The sky that started to blacken, also became the whimper of his heart.

Not yet home, drizzle began to come down. Instead of increasing the speed, Adel even slowed down the bike. That's what he did, because he was afraid of slipping, when the road was completely covered with water.

Not long after, the drizzle was crazy. Turned into heavy rain. Actually he brought a raincoat. But since the distance was already close to his house, he felt a sense of responsibility. He fell into the rain, no matter what his soaked body was.

Luckily, when the heavy rain turned into a rainstorm, Adel had arrived at his house. In a hurry he ran to the porch of the house. Just left the bike in the yard.

“IBUUU” call Adel without greetings. His mother walked from the kitchen.

“Mother. Mom not papa?” adel asked, as soon as he saw his mother.

“Loh, which is your budget, why even mom” comments his mother.

Adel twirled his mother's body. Looking for something that looks unusual. But he didn't find what he meant.

“You why the hell, nduk?” ask his mother, confused.

“Alhamdulillah, if the mother is well aja” said Adel gave thanks.

“Mother is okay. What's Del?”

“Which father, bu?” adel asked, regardless of his mother's question.

“Why, duk?” the voice of Mr. Fajar echoed from the direction of the front door. Adel twisted his body.

“It looks very agitated?” continued Mr. Fajar.

“Ya Alloh, sir. Where are you from, what are you doing?” adel asked, scattering to his father.

He rubbed his father's head, to clean the remaining rainwater that stuck in his father's hair.

“Ya markirin your motor, lah. The motor is parked in the yard. I already know the testing of the storm so” replied his father.

“So you're not from anywhere? You are papa?” ask Adel again.

“Neg. From earlier also father at home, same mother” replied Mr. Fajar.

“Alhamdulillah” says Adel.

“Adel why, bu?” ask Mr. Fajar to his wife.

“Not knowing, sir. Come to call mom very fast. I think there's apa”

“Madin where, sir?” ask Adel.

“What's the matter, mbak? Tumben rich man billed potter?” sahut Madina's.

“Mother aja anteng” he continued.

“Ngeledek” sahut her mother.

Madina walked over from the kitchen, carrying a tray of four cups of warm tea.

“Alhamdulillah” said Adel thanked.

“Thank God, if you guys are all right Adel continued.

“Emang why the hell, nduk?” ask Mr. Fajar.

“Drink first, mbak, sir, ma'am! Let angel. Let's calm down atinya” cut Madina.

They smiled seeing Madina was already able to steal their attention. Bu Lusi took the cup on the tray, while praising Madina.

She said Madina was an adult. I can read people's moods. They also drank a warm tea made by Madina, while sitting on the guest sofa.

“Well, now try your story, nduk! What the hell is it? Why are you coming home scared?” ask Mr. Fajar.

Adel took a breath. He was arranging his heart to answer a question that he himself had not yet got an answer to.

“Adel is also confused, pak” replied Adel.

“Loh?” mr. Fajar's response was brief.

“From yesterday, Adel fidgets constantly. But Adel did not understand, Adel was restless because of what” continued Adel.

“Before Ashar prayer times?” sahut Madina's.

“Udah. Precisely abis sholat ashar, this sense of uneasiness is getting less and less karuan” replied Adel.

“Terus?” ask mom Lusi.

“Adel direct phone to home. But no one connected. Outside the reach of all”

“Emang from earlier no signal” said Madina.

“Nah, right? How not to get nervous, try? Where the sky is dark. Adel was afraid, there was nothing at home”

“Gusty. You are a mother's child. Very dear to mother. Sampe so worried about the same mother” commented bu Lusi, while hugging Adel. Mr. Fajar smiled, hearing that answer.

“Alhamdulillah, there is nothing at home. Yes, you are calm. You take a shower! Udah malem” katra pak Fajar.

“In the bathroom under aja, mbak! Madin masakin air tuh” advice Madina.

After finishing her warm tea, Adel decided to go up to her room. But soon, he came down again. Because he just wanted to get his toiletries.

Enjoying a warm water shower during this rainstorm, does not immediately eliminate the anxiety that has existed since. After that shower, his father scolded him. Because his attitude is still very clearly legible, if his heart is still not calm.

Maghrib prayers were also framed with Madina, as was not able to erode the taste even after Adel extended his last bow, in order to pour out his heart to the Creator.

“Kalo still restless, entar abis isya, shoot more prayers deh! Shootable. Rich earlier, confide in Gusti Alloh!”

“Know where, shoot again vent?”

“Mbak, Madin read tasbih, twenty-one times already. Kalopun Madin use it seven times, have three rounds, mbak” replied Madin.

“He he's. Very observant of you, Dek” comments Adel.

“Perhaps, shoot again tested, with a sense of anxiety and fear” said Madin.

“Iya. Thanks for the advice, ya”

Madina straightly smoothed her face and alphabet into the closet. Then he prepares to study. While Adel, still fun to sit leaning on Madina's bed. He looked good playing his phone. There were a lot of short messages on his phone. Be it from a special application of short messages, or social media.

A few short messages, telling him that in the area the message was raining. And that message has been in since this morning. There is one more message that says something similar. Both come from two different upstream regions.

Adel likes to ask other things outside of his job as a singer. In what season, what is happening, including the weather. This he did, so that he felt close to his fans.

One response from him, from the fan posts linking his name, was enough to make the uploader feel like he was getting attention from her. And each question that got a quality answer, also made him feel considered a brother.

Not infrequently he is idly asking the name of the chairman of RT, RW, kades, from the area of each fan. Be, when he had a job in the area, he was like a native there. Because I know a lot of people from the area.

Including the two people who sent him a short message. Periodically, they both send photos of the current condition. While continuing to ask, is the job where, and how the conditions in the place of worship.

When Adel asked for the latest news, the two fans sent photos, stating that conditions in both upstream areas were raining storms. Just like in his place today.

Got the news, Adel's anxiety back rampant. The first worry that came to his mind was a landslide. Because he lives in the mountains. But considering that the ground where his house stood was solid ground, he felt, if not that was what made his heart uneasy.

Then his wishful thinking turned to a fallen tree, because of the storm. Reasonably enough, some trees around his house, high enough to be able to hit the roof of his house.

“Dek, learn it under aja, yuk!” take Adel.

“Why, mbak?” ask Madina.

“The wind is getting faster. Fear, there's a tree down. Jackfruit tree in the back right, so tall” replied Adel.

“Benev too, anyway. Yuk!” comment Madina.

They're down. Down below, nobody's seen. But from the trail, it can be seen that Mr. Fajar and Ms. Lusi, already in his room.

Here, Adel feels safer. Even if there were fallen trees, there would still be a concrete floor above them, which would be a restraint. Not directly hit them. Madina continued to learn, while Adel, back to play his phone.

Lots of photos from various regions in this city, after Adel uploaded a photo of his selfie, set against the background of a rainstorm behind the glass. Also a question, regarding the situation in each area where the fans live.

*Tumben, already at home, don't you say*?

A message from Budi, successfully made him smile himself.

*Sorry, Bram. That day, I was panicking again. Tata fidget mulu from this afternoon. But I don't understand why Tata can be so agitated*.

Although Budi just say hello, but for Adel, that simple question, must be answered with details.

*Terus? What was? all healthy houses, right*?

*Alhamdulillah healthy all*.

*Udah, don't think anything weird. More istighfar! who knows, it's just the devil's temptation*

*yes, Bram. Thanks, yeah*.

*sama-same*.

Adel smiled as he squirmed. For a moment, he forgot his uneasiness. His eyes are starting to get heavy. The longer you look at the screen of the phone, the more blurred, blurred, and dark at all.

She fell asleep on the carpet, leaning against the sofa of the living room. Madina smiled as she shook her head, watching her brother fall asleep. He took the blankets from the guest room. Then she covered her brother's body with the blanket.

Madina resumed her studies, although she could no longer concentrate. The wind outside the house, the stronger the blow. His voice makes his hair goosebumps. Lightning also flares more and more often. The sound of lightning was also increasingly intense.

Every now and then he saw soft grains of water, entering through the vents next to him. Like water coming out of a bird's spray. No less than ten minutes, Madina was just pensive, staring at the rain that made her visibility almost zero.

He could barely see anything outside the side window. Closed by the tightness of the water droplets that descend with the storm. There was a twenty-watt light in front of the window.

*DUUAAAARR*

“HUAAAA”

The loud thunderous sound, inevitably made Adel wake up. He was very surprised, as he felt that voice as if it was beside his ear.

Let alone Adel who fell asleep, Madina just jumped to the back, so surprised. The thunderous lightning just blared, as if it was grabbing the ground, right in front of that window.

Mr. Fajar and Ms. Lusi came out of her room, hearing loud screams from their youngest daughter. As they turned towards the voice, it appeared Madina was being hugged by Adel. Madina looked scared. When asked, Madina said she was okay. Just surprised and scared, when he saw the lightning just now struck like it was right in front of him.

“Udah, father and mother, go to the room again, rest! Let Madin, Adel who temenin” Adel's advice to both parents.

That's what he did, when he realized the clothes his mother was wearing, not the clothes that anyone could see. His father, too, only wears a sarong. Adel guessed, earlier, they were doing something.

At first, his mother did not understand what he meant. And even nagging. Adel laughed, because he felt his mother seemed to think she did not know what she had done since. Mr. Fajar patted his eel, in shame, his activities with his wife, read by his eldest daughter.

“Udah, ma'am.we are back in the room. I didn't know chemistry, did I?” bring Mr. Fajar.

“Dih, what is it? Her son again frightened, also” refused bu Lusi.

“Madin no papa, kok” says Madina. He smiled half-collared.

“What's not yet, learn it? If so, go back to the room!” ask mom Lusi.

“We go down it, precisely because we are afraid above” Adel said.

“Iya, mom. Fear of a tree falling”

“Yes geez. How long have you been here?” ask Susi again.

“Emang why, bu?” sahut Adel's.

“Neg. No papa” replied bu Lusi short.

Mr. Fajar laughed silently behind Ms. Lusi. When Ms. Lusi realized her husband was laughing at her, she immediately pinched her husband's stomach.

“Yes, now go to the guest room! Don't shut the windows! Intar no more lightning, yelled again” pinta bu Lusi, cover the shame.

“Yes, deh” replied Adel while chuckling.

“Come deck!” take it to Madina.

“Ayo” reply Madina. He also chuckled, while tidying up his book.

“Kok you guys laughed like that?” asked Ms. Lusi, when they had walked to the guest room.

“Ha ha ha” they even laughed again.

There is no answer to that question. Making Bu Lusi just head bobbles, holding back his curiosity that is not channeled. She looked at her husband's face with a questioning look.

“Mother doesn't realize what, wear what clothes?” ask Mr. Fajar. Sontak bu Lusi looked down.

“Asturna”.

He was surprised not to play, when he realized what he was wearing. Since marriage, until she had two children, and even until both of them grew up, she had never shown the clothes in front of anyone, except her husband. The business of washing and drying the clothes, he always did it secretly.

However, she felt ashamed that she had to wear it in front of someone other than her husband. Even in front of their own children.

“Bapak didn't say anyway?” tanya Bu Lusi is anxious but her voice is softened.

“Aduh ouch, sick, bu” complained Mr. Fajar, felt the pinch of his wife in his stomach.

“Ih, sir. What did Adel say? Ouch. Shame mom, pak” said bu Lusi as she passed, entering again into her room.