The Left Behind Story

25 ~ Attention Varo

If Dewi and Fiqi are crying lamenting their love story then another case with Eva. The girl felt the widow was happy after receiving a call from Fiqi's mother. There was nothing happiest for her except to see the destruction of the Goddess.

“Bang Fiqi must have loved my former best friend so much that he said so,” Eva told Fiqi's mother.

“Allah, what love? I don't believe in love like that. Maybe in Malaysia there he is also in love with other men. Where do we know.”

Eva smiled at the other end of the phone. After ending her conversation with Fiqi's mother, Eva settles down on the bed laughing happily. While the Goddess and Fiqi passed through the night in an unbearable tear.

Najla screams the next morning when she sees the eyes of the Goddess swollen. “There's ape ni with your eyes?” Najla does not know about the run-off of the relationship of Goddess and Fiqi because last night they were in their respective rooms.

Ari Dewi's eyes returned to make Najla panic and then hugged her apartment friend. “We broke up, La.” The words of the Goddess were accompanied by a sob in Najla's arms.

“Rileks, okay! You first then cerite same saye.” Najla takes the Goddess to sit down and the girl makes warm tea for her friend.

“Minum let you relax a little,” Dewi drink until the toilet.

Najla sat watching her friend whom she had never seen before. After a bit of calm, Dewi told Najla everything. The girl could hardly believe what she was hearing at the time.

“Wah, saye no sangke outge Bang Fiqi cruel like that. How do you control people's hearts? Keep this how? No way anymore?” Goddesses shake.

“Dah cobe call Bang Fiqi again?”

“The number is off.” Najla hugged the goddess again. The girl did not stop crying.

“Wak rest saje at home later let me saye capable to Prof, ye!” The goddess nodded weakly then returned to the room.

“Saye make breakfast for you at the table, don't forget to eat! Saye leaves first.”

“Ya, thanks.”

“Remember, much remembrance not to be disturbed by demons. Call saye if you need anything!”

The goddess nodded then pulled the blanket up to the chest. Time and time again trying to close his eyes was difficult. The shadows of Fiqi always flashed through his mind. Although they had yet to meet but the position of Fiqi had already embraced his heart tightly until it was very difficult for the Goddess to forget the man.

While in Indonesia more precisely in the house of Fiqi, his parents have returned home. Unlike usual, this morning Fiqi chose the morning prayer in the room and then returned to lay his body on the bed. Several times his parents knocked on the door but were ignored. Rather than sinning the same old man better not look at them, that was how Fiqi thought back then.

“Fiqi, I've made fried rice on the table! I want to shop for applications first to the market with your aunt.” Fiqi covered his ears with a pillow.

He was angry at his parents, his grandparents and the entire extended family. He wanted to hate but was afraid of sin. He was just an ordinary human being who had a sense of anger and hatred.

News of Fiqi's proposal with Abah's daughter Khatijah began to be heard from word of mouth in his village to the boarding school where Fiqi taught. Each residence has also been seen crowded by relatives who began to arrive to help prepare for the application event that will be held tomorrow. While the main object never even came out of the room even Fiqi also did fasting a day overnight because he did not taste to eat.

Tok.dok…

“Bang, it's Furqan! Please open the door!” Fiqi uncovers the blanket then opens the door for his cousin who is better than the other cousins. Only Furqan knew what Fiqi felt like at the moment.

After Furqan entered, Fiqi again locked the room door. He had no intention of accepting anyone else in his room.

“Beyond boisterous really ya!” furqan said then put a crisp bag on the bed. “Nasi is indeed not the right choice to heal wounds in the liver but this can be!”

Furqan took out his shopping bag. There was a chicken noodle that smelled hungry Fiqi. “You bought the same bowl?” Furqan laughed, “I took it in the back before coming here. Kuy, eat! My friends say it's good, that's why I bought.” Furqan immediately took a pack and put it in his bowl. Whether intentionally or not but the man's eating style was able to make Fiqi hungry until he also opened the chicken noodle package.

Dad's noodles are running out, cold drinks are running out too. Both men were full, they were laying on the same bed. “Bang, there is still a chance if you guys must be united but what you make now actually makes your uncle and aunt sad. If you are not happy at least you pretend to be happy. Not necessarily their longevity until you get married later. I believe that if a child can make his parents happy, God will make them happy."

Fiqi was struck by the words of his cousin who had never been educated in Cairo. Suddenly Fiqi became ashamed of his cousin because Furqan who had never been to Cairo could be more mature than him.

“Sorry if you are offended but before you regret it is better to accept it with a big heart while continuing to pray that God shows the way in your relationship.” Furqan woke up from her sleep and walked to the door carrying a plastic bag filled with garbage and a dirty bowl of chicken noodles.

“Still!” said Fiqi then closed his eyes again without locking the door. In the evening, all the family frenzied themselves while wrapping the offerings they would bring to Abah's house tomorrow. The Fiqi out made all the families shocked but no one dared to reprimand or tease him. Fiqi ate with Furqan without saying a word and then he took Furqan out.

“You have a cigarette?” Furqan was shocked because he knew that Fiqi had never smoked. Furqan took out a pack of cigarettes then gave it to Fiqi. The two men also used cigarettes in silence. While in the place of the Goddess, the girl had still not touched the food made by Najla since morning. Tired of persuading her friend, Najla rushes out of the apartment to the ReSweet cafe.

“Chik, saye want to ask can?” ask her on one of the cafe's waiters. The man nodded with a smile as Najla's question was as adorable as hers.

“Kalo people indo broken heart they like to eat ape ye?” the waiter seemed to think, “Usually the fruiting, hot and spicy.”

“What kind of food is that?” ask Najla again.

“Bakso, tekwan, soto, sop, chicken porridge, chicken noodles.”

Najla looks to think, “Banyaknye, saye ape ye message according to Chik? Saye's friend was sad to break up. I love you ape ye?”

“Bakso only, Brother. No one does not like that food in Indo.”

Najla nodded then ordered two servings of meatballs to take home. After Najla's departure, Fadil approaches his servant.

“He said what was the same as you?”

The servant told Fadil. The man smiled with satisfaction. “So you broke up with your boyfriend? Good thing because after this I will make you mine.” Fadil grinned cunningly.

The day of application has finally arrived. Fiqi wears a long-sleeved batik shirt, material pants and peci. Flanked by his parents, Fiqi entered Abah's residence which had been conjured up like a luxury celebration. Several reporters from regional newspapers took part in capturing the moment and of course the Fiqi parents and family were very enthusiastic because they would enter the newspaper.

Although Khatijah was not there, a screen showed a girl sitting in front of her laptop. The veiled girl said a greeting later when Fiqi proposed to her, Khatijah was immediately asked to answer directly by Abah. The proposal as well as the engagement took place virtually because Khatijah still had to complete his final task.

Fiqi glanced at his parents who could not be separated from a happy smile. He recalled Furqan's remark that his chance to make them happy was not necessarily possible in the future.

Fuqan gave a small nod while smiling as Fiqi turned to him. A single tear flowed in the corner of his eye. “Sorry, Ukhti. Akhi gave up on the family but Akhi did not give up on God. We still have an all-powerful God. In the eyes of man, our relationship is impossible but in the hands of God everything is possible. May the miracle happen to our relationship, Ukhti.” Inner Fiqi looked towards the screen where the fiancee was still sitting behind her veil.

While in his room, Dewi re-thought the reality he was facing at this time. “In the past before I didn't get a scholarship and I ended up with Fadil but now? It's a second chance but my relationship with Bang Fiqi has again failed. Are he and I not a match? In the past there was not much I experienced with Bang Fiqi because I was married first. Is this a test of love for me and Bang Fiqi? If, Yes. Why does it hurt so much even more when you see Bang Fadil cheating on you with Eva? In the past, I had never spoken or known Bang Fiqi's family and now never did but the first time I spoke to them, I was told to break up from Bang Fiqi. Is it my fault for ignoring their existence? Neither I nor Bang Fiqi ever introduced each other to their families. We're too sure we'll be blessed but look now! Our relationship was broken by the decision of the parents. Why is this sick?” The goddess cried again while holding her chest tight until Najla appeared to open the door of the room.

“Wi, saye buy meatballs. You want to not? It smells so good, I'm hungry again. If you don't want to, let me eat. You accompany saye eat ya!”

The goddess woke up from her sleep and left the room. Seeing how greedy Najla ate the meatball sauce whose fragrance was very tempting to make the Goddess hungry.

“Still with me who is heartbroken.” Saying Goddess.

“What a broken heart is important do not break a leg. Weight!”

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