THE HEART IS BROKEN

LOST, MISS COMPLAINING

After the crazy thing I did yesterday, I was reluctant to monitor him as usual. Not shy, rather. How not to be embarrassed, I was like an aggressive girl who suddenly approached and asked for acquaintance. But my sense of longing cannot be compromised, as if forcing my feet to stand on the terrace staring at him who was taking ablution, staring at his face which was fed by the remaining water grains of ablution. Staring at his smile that is always scattered when passing with other pilgrims. Ah I miss.

This longing I can no longer endure. Instead of me fidgeting erratically all day, I better let go of this longing. During the Magrib prayer hour, I purposely dressed up, I sat in front of the terrace while doing my college work.

Accompanied by the dim light of the terrace and the song of a happy frog because it had just rained about thirty minutes ago. The cool air after the rain I ignored, I sipped a cup of warm chocolate and chewed on brown bread, my eyes could not escape from my laptop screen, read some articles.

Being cool with the writing on my laptop, so I did not realize that Magrib prayer congregation had long returned home. And I didn't see it. It's okay, there's still Isya's prayer, I thought.

"Sir Arla, accompany me to the mini market dong", pinta Aira who suddenly appeared in front of me.

"Wow, lazy ah. Tired" I refused.

"kakaohama! Comeonl. Just stop!" He started whining.

Finally I relented, unable to hear his whining that made ear noises. I packed all my things and brought them into the house.

"Yes, come on.. Hurry up, I have a lot of work" I said.

"OK-okay" he said as he ran towards my bike.

Aira too long to choose the goods he will buy, finally we go home when the Isha prayer has been completed, Musholla was closed by the keeper of the musholla. I was upset, I went through it again.

Two days passed, I no longer saw Rama pray in Al-Muttaqin's musholla. I don't know where he prayed. Even so, routine activities, I still do. Sitting on the porch of the house, while waiting for himself to pass. Although I can't find the shadow.

today, unlike usual, I even waited for him at the dawn prayer time. I never woke up this early. I did not leave the house, I just waited for him from the balcony of my room, waiting for him to pass. My eyes didn't blink looking down, hoping he'd pass. But I still nil. His nose did not appear.

My sense of longing is now mixed with curiosity and thousands of questions in my mind. Where's she? Is he sick? Or moving house? or maybe not die? The various questions that I did not find answers to repeatedly came to my mind. Never mind, I closed my bedroom window, and inched to bed, continuing to sleep.

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This morning my sleep was startled by the sound of bells being squeezed by the guards of the musholla.

Ting tong ting tong (door bell ringing)

"Assalamualaikum, ma'am.." Shouted the musholla guards out there.

Reluctant to get out of bed, I was still waiting for someone to open the door. Many times the keeper of the musholla struck the bell.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, briefly," I said from within.

I opened the door and saw a middle-aged man standing in front of him.

"What's up, sir?" my many.

"It's the deck, I'd like to see mom, any?" Ask the middle-aged man

"Mother, sir, out of town again, what's wrong? Just tell me if there is a need," I replied in a sleepy state.

"Oh good, this is our musholla is intending to build a new ablution place, because the old ablution place is not suitable for use, so it is likely to be built there, so it will be built there, but the big mango tree got in the way. We intend to ask permission if the tree can be cut down" explained the father.

I paused for a moment, "Hmm. so yes sir, yes you have just cut down" replied I agree.

"That means we got permission to cut it down? then the day after tomorrow we will do it" replied the father

"Yes sir, please. Oh yes sir, you know a worshiper whose name is Rama?" I don't know why my mouth asked that question.

"Oh, son Rama. Very familiar. That kid's nice, well mannered, what's up on deck?" ask the father.

"Where is he, sir? how did you look a few days?" Ask me again.

"Oh he went tabligh akbar out of town with other worshippers. Usually so at the beginning of every month for two weeks" said the father.

"Oow so", I answered briefly.

"Yes, if so I say yes first. Thank you for the permission", replied the father then.

I'm glad the question that's been filling my mind has been answered. This means that in two weeks I won't see him in the musholla. I will keep this meeting of longing, so that I can later overflow it when I see it.

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