THE HEART IS BROKEN
THOUGHT DESTROYER
This morning I was struck by the ringing of a cell phone that somehow could be located right under my ear. In the state of the spirit is not fully attached to the body, the eyes are still closed, I pick up the phone.
"Hello, are you still sleeping? Is it this hour? You're not praying at dawn, La?" a voice at the end there.
"Hmmm, yes a, who is this?" I answered half-conscious.
"Oh Allah is a child.. It'S MOM.!!" squealing mom at the end of the phone.
"Yes, Buk. What's up?" I answered with my eyes closed.
"Later you go to mother's house yes, there is a need. Just be careful if you don't come" continued the mother with threats.
The phone disconnected, I put the phone on the table not far from my bed. I turn on the AC at the lowest temperature and I pull my thick blanket so that my sleep can be more sound. I continued the beautiful dream that had collapsed. Today is Sunday so there's no harm in me lounging around.
Right at 10:00 WIB I woke up, still feeling a dream, really did mom call me? I muttered to myself. I checked the incoming call on my phone. Oh, that's right, mom called me. Hurry up and get ready to go to Mom's house. I don't know what the sudden mother told me to go home, not usually.
My mother and I live in the same city, only the distance from my mother's house to my campus is a little less than an hour and a half away. So I decided to rent a house around campus. After all, if I had to travel that far, maybe I would always skip college. Because they are lazy to hit the sun. Understandably I only ride a motorcycle that I buy from the results of selling books. It's not that my parents can't facilitate my life. It's just I don't want any of that. I want to be independent with my own sweat. Yeah erah.
I drove my motorcycle to my mother's house, upon arrival there I was greeted warmly by my grandmother, mother of my mother. This is why I was asked to go home.
"Grandmother will stay with mom, while your dad is busy, so you have to stay at home mom, let someone take care of grandma." explained mom to me.
My forehead grinned, a sign that I did not agree with my mother's decision.
"And Aira there's Mom, why should I?" my answer refused
Aira was still sitting on the bench of Junior High. New second grade SMP. Aira is very clever. His grades at school are always good.
"Geez, Aira is still a small school anyway, where can he handle all this, anyway you have to move and live in the mother's house" mother still insisted.
"Tap ma'am, the distance between campus and home is very far, I am lazy to hit the hot sun towards campus" I replied reasoned.
"Oh if that's the only reason, this afternoon you buy a car, there's no more reason you refuse" replied the mother won the debate.
Finally I relented, I moved from my contract, to my mother's house. For the lure of the car promised by mother, hehehehe.
The mother's house was next to the mosque, the mosque that was erected from the land that the father had declared as their gratitude for my birth at that time. So no wonder if in prayer hours I always sit on the terrace of the house just to see the pilgrims who want to establish prayer. Instead of praying even jamaah jelalatan, I'm basic.
I have a clear reason why I perform the ritual every hour of prayer, especially if not stalking a righteous man who I saw that day was taking ablution in front of the mosque. High posture, clean white skin, clean face decorated with black eyebrows lined up neatly, red lips indicate that he is not a smoker, as well as a face that is always moistened with ablution water. What woman's heart will not be broken when she looks at it. Saban hariiku look at him, I don't know who the name of the man.
My daydreams about that parsimonious man were spoiled, when Airin's close friend suddenly nongol in front of the porch.
I didn't answer, I just turned my lips to the man
"Oohs.. Sally yes" his comment
"Pantesan want to be told to stay at home mom even though the distance is very far from the campus, it turns out so that you can see the guy anyway" he continued to criticize.
Airin was my best friend from when I was in elementary school, during school we never separated. Even our college in the same campus, just different majors. Airin chose an English major. We always follow the same campus. That's what always keeps me with him. Airin was the only person who really understood the details of my family and all my problems.
"No, I'm here because I have to take care of Grandma. Well the man is just a bonus, diligent he prayed, rarely today such a man. Not yet in the mosque." Evidently
"Oh, so the story falls in love? hahahaha" wink Airin
"Maybe. I love it" I replied
"If so deketin aja, time anyway Arla can not" challenge Airin.
"I don't know her name, I don't know her" I explained
"Geez, that's a small problem. Bet on it" Airin's increasingly challenging me
"What order?"
"If you can PDKT ama tu guy, a full month I shuttle you, plus a lunch treat" said Airin.
"But if you lose, you're doing my college job for a whole month" Airin continued
"Okay deal." I replied without a second thought.
I am most challenged if challenged that way. My brave soul thrashed. I fell in love with that man anyway. College is on holiday, not a semester break, but a holiday caused by smog. I had more and more time to look at the man.
His face always appeared in my daydreams, his smile when meeting other worshippers, always entered my mind. But three days passed after the bet made by Airin, I have not been able to PDKT with him, let alone PDKT just know his name I can not. Until this moment I could only look at his face from a distance.
What is your name, O righteous man, who can corrupt my mind..?
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