The Left Behind Story
24 ~ Woman Is You, Flower!
Malaysian…
It had been a few days that Fadil no longer sent food to the Goddess. “Wak doesn't miss Chik Fadil tu?” najla asked as she left for college.
Goddess smiles, “Wak miss ye? Tell Your Zayed to make Chik Fadil.” Say the Goddess with Malay accent following Najla.
They laughed together and then came out of the apartment. “Ba’da zuhur, My Zayed invite saye to eat at cafe Chik Fadil. You want to come to?”
The goddess shook her head, she always refused if she had to come there. The goddess will try her best to avoid the place.
Later that afternoon, Najla and Zayed entered the cafe like other customers. The cafe is always crowded because the food they serve is delicious and most visitors are students from Indo.
After ordering food, Najla and Zayed chatted until their meal arrived. Enjoying the meal until it was finished then they were surprised by a serving of typical Indo chips served on their table.
“Sorry,-“
“Special from our Boss!” Zayed looked at Najla while the girl flicked her shoulders.
“Please enjoy, I guarantee non-toxic!” said Fadil standing by their table.
Najla and Zayed are confused by Fadil's arrival. “Can I request a second?” ask Fadil. Najlan and Zayed nodded and Fadil sat there.
“Goddess must have told you about me, right?” Najla nods while Zayed is just a listener.
“I want to apologize to the Goddess and want to be friends with her but she did not give me a chance to talk. I'd like to ask you to convey my wish to the Goddess, would you please? I know he's angry and hates me but we still have relatives. If we can be friends, our family will improve. Please help me to persuade the Goddess, I want to talk to her so that our extended family is no longer hostile.”
“OK! Saye did not promise but I try to talk to Dewi.” Najla.
“Thank you!”
“Same-same, then we go first.” Najla got up from her seat along with Zayed. Along the way to campus, Zayed began to speak, “Najla, it is not good for you to join the campor case they.”
“Saye don't want to campor. Saye just delivered a message saje, not wrong keh?”
“Tak. But it's enough ye!”
“Iye My Zayed!”
In the evening at the apartment, Najla and Dewi sit together while enjoying their dinner, namely fried rice, fried chicken and salted fish plus sambal terasi. All that Goddess who cooks because the girl came home faster than Najla.
“Goddess,-“ call Najla.
“Watch to meet Fadil?” Guess Goddess.
Najla nods then says Fadil's message to her, “What kind, Dewi?” The goddess breathed. He remembered his family in Indonesia. However, they are still family and should not be involved in a cold war and break the fraternity.
“All right maybe it's true we have to talk. I'll come to the cafe.” Najla smiled and then went back to talking about a lot of things.
While in Indonesia, Fiqi was already at his grandparents' house. The man could only duck in front of the elders who were staring at him with an angry look like an haramau that would pounce on the prey alive.
No one spoke because the people who had the right to speak in the trial were his grandparents.
“Meet Abah then apologize and ask her daughter if you want to be considered a grandchild in this family!” Fiqi looked up to protest but unfortunately, his grandfather had already voiced out.
“Don't try to fight! If you know religion then you won't dispute Grandpa's request.” Fiqi could do nothing more.
“Call the woman in front of us all then disconnect her!”
Now Fiqi is again cornered, “Kek,-“
“Grandfather received no rebuttal! You choose your parents or that girl? All decisions are in your hands!”
“But this is unfair to Fiqi, Kek.”
“Ck, unfair did you say? You know what justice is about. Call her now and cut off your relationship!” fiqi's tears shed by themselves. In front of his extended family as well as his cousins, he had to give up.
“Wait especially?” exclaim the grandmother.
Fiqi picked up the phone in the pants pocket then pressed the contact number of Dewi. “Turn on the speaker!” tell his grandfather again.
Cousins Fiqi began to whisper ria, “Seram is also our family huh?”
“Iya, I don't think how our fate after this.”
“Crazy, make a marriage using a sadistic event like this. How do I have a girl.”
“No news! Decide right now unless girl loe son alim ulama.” The woe of some Fiqi cousins finally stopped the moment the Fiqi call was connected.
“Assalamualaikum, Aki.” Said the Goddess in a happy tone while the Fiqi family sneered.
“Walaikumsalam,” replied Fiqi in a choked voice. He could no longer hold back his tears, only this time he was disappointed to be born from his family.
“What's up, Akhi? Why silent?”
“Ukhti, Akhi would like to apologize to Ukhti because it seems like our relationship cannot continue.”
Degs…
“Say the obvious if you want to break up and you will marry another girl.” The Grandfather cried out to make the Goddess wake up from her seat.
Fiqi sobbed and Dewi heard that clearly, “Excuse Akhi, Ukhti. Akhi is unable to resist the wishes of the parents.”
Tuttts….
“Take the phone!” tell the grandfather to his son who is none other than the father of Fiqi.
The old grandfather also contacted Dewi again, “Hallo, you whose name is Dewi?”
The goddess who at that time still thought that what she had just heard was a dream is now aware that this is real, “Iya, i.”
“This is Fiqi's grandfather, from now on do not ever contact Fiqi again because he has been betrothed to the daughter of a cleric who both understands religion and graduates from Cairo. You must have the dignity as a woman not to contact men who already have fiancees, right? Your relationship has broken up because we also do not want to accept you in our family.”
Tutt's…
Fiqi walked out of the room without caring about his phone but as his steps almost reached the door, the grandfather called back.
“Where are you going? Grandpa's not finished yet? Take this Hpmu!” Fiqi turned around then took his phone. Fiqi thought it was over but it wasn't. Grandpa gave her new instructions.
“Call Abah now and say if you're going to propose to her daughter tomorrow!” with a heavy heart of pent-up anger fibers, Fiqi contacted Abah's number at the request of the grandfather.
“Assalamualaikum, Abah.”
“Walaikumsalam, what is Fiqi?”
“Sorry Abah if bothering Abah night-night. Fiqi wants to inform Abah that Fiqi plans to propose to Abah's daughter.”
Abah who was with his wife was of course surprised by Fiqi's remark, “Why all of a sudden? What the hell is it? Then what about the girl of your heart's choice?”
Fiqi smiled bitterly, “We've broken up, Abah.”
“Why? Do you guys have any problems?”
“Distance and difference are enough reasons to break a relationship, Abah.”
“Can't it be fixed?”
“No, Abah.” Even others like Abah still wish he had the Goddess but his own family wants them to break up.
“Well then, when are you home?”
“Insya Allah the day after, Abah.” Fiqi's reply made all the eyes of his family glare.
“Good then. But you do not mind if you apply without your candidate. Since Abah's daughter is still in Cairo is finishing the final task.”
“No problem, Abah.”
“Alright then, Abah wait for your presence the day after tomorrow. Assalamualaikum.”
“Walaikumsalam.”
Fiqi thought it was done but in fact not yet, “Why not tomorrow?” protest from grandfather.
“Kekek wants to propose to Abah's child with bare hands?” fiqi's question made the old man smile happily, “Grandfather forgot the age factor.”
Fiqi walked out of that huge room. He needed some fresh air but his feet had not yet stepped, the grandfather called back.
“Give me your phone! Then Grandpa bought a new number as well as a new number! Grandfather doesn't want you to contact the woman secretly.” End of patience Fiqi. His life was completely driven by his family.
Fiqi handed his phone into the hands of the grandfather, “There is more that Grandpa wants to take from me? Why didn't Grandpa just take my life? Let Father and Mother not be disappointed for giving birth to me.”
Plakkkp….
The old geezer's hand floated hard into Fiqi's face. The young man smiled bitterly and then came out from there with a burning anger.
A Fiqi cousin followed from behind in a safe distance. He knew how his cousin felt right now. Fiqi picked up the motor then spurred in a high speed of breaking up the night while enduring the cries.
The motor of Fiqi stopped at the seafront, the young man shouting loudly as if racing with the sound of the roar of the waves in the ocean.
Almost an hour of crying Fiqi hugged his knees, he was unable to fight against his parents. He fails to keep the woman he loves, he is forced to choose. All the feelings of anger, resentment, sadness and disappointment mixed into one made him want to vomit.
The shoulder pats from Furqan who had been watching him from afar made Fiqi turn his head. “Drink!” Furqan gave a bottle of mineral water to his cousin's hand.
The man sat beside Fiqi in silence. “Tragic is my fate, isn't it?” ask Fiqi lirih.
“Hem, the fate of being born into an amazing family astounds.” Javan Furqan was accompanied by a small smile.
“Why don't you just buy rat poison?”
“I don't want to go to jail for being accused of killing a broken-hearted cousin.”
They went back to silence while gazing at the ocean in the dark of the night. Only the tiny lights of a fishing boat look like stars in the night sky.
Furqan thrust his phone before Fiqi, the man smiled bitterly. “I can no longer talk to him. The more I talk the more it hurts her feelings. Grandfather had already given him such a terrible wound and I'm sure he was crying right now. And tomorrow should be cheerful again with all the activities and realities that are often hurtful.”
“Don't be pessimistic, this is all a test. Even when the yellow janur unfolds, everything can still happen at the will of the creator. So, don't despair. We have a God who can do everything, why do you feel alone if your creator is near you. Ask her! God will not disappoint his servant.”
“Amin!”
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