The Smile of God for Marissa

Capital 1

Arriving at gate 3 waiting room, Maulana and I separated from Mr. Junaidi and Ms. Merlin. Maulana deliberately pulled me to continue our conversation which was interrupted due to this airport check process.

“Are you not hurt to accept Qomar's treatment of you?” Maulana looked at me I just looked at her and shook my head.

“He's nothing to me. I don't have any rights to him.” Maulana looked at me in a trough. He nodded then once again looked at me.

“Not her lover ?”

I smiled blandly.

“Whose love ? Qomar ?” he's nodding.

“Who said that I and Qomar were lovers ? Since when ?”

“ Many say, Only I do not believe what they say. “ said Maulana indifferently.

“ I could never even touch his heart.” Sahutku.

“You two – together can not touch each other.” Rigorously. There is a tinge in every word and for me it hurts.

“What do you mean ?”

“Actually you love each other. But it is your ego that keeps you from touching each other.”

“But that's my principle, Mal. I won't date before marriage. “

“But to express each other's feelings is it forbidden?” MAulana's voice is getting louder. He blames all the actions and principles that I have held so far.

“Do you guys want women to express their hearts first ? Will you also guarantee once we both know our individual feelings we won't get caught up in dating ?” My voice is getting higher making Mr. Junaidi and Bu Merti closer. I'm down. Not afraid they are angry, but ashamed to invite them to come and break us up.

“Sst, what are you guys talking about?” asked Ms. Mery while hugging my shoulder. Mr. Junaidi looked at me for a moment and sat down before me. I felt like I was a defendant.

“It looks like you guys are having a problem ?” ask Mr. Junaidi. I threw my gaze towards MAulana and then lowered my head.

“What's Maulana ? You're mad at Risa ?” This time Mery asked. Maulana just took a breath. He seemed confused to start the conversation.

“Please reconcile your hearts because soon we will take off, and check in in Jakarta. For four days you will struggle with the rigors of debate to defend ideas and do your best for the campus alma mater. If you litter with trivial things, we are sure you will lose.”

“Please excuse me, Mom. We are talking about the landslide in sub-district B and the marriage of Qomar commander of the Student Regiment with Syamsa.” Maulana defended herself. He probably didn't want our lecturer to think we were fighting. Hearing Maulana's words, Ms. Merty and Mr. Junaidi immediately looked at me as if asking for an explanation of what Maulana had just said.

“What is true Syamsa and Qomar are married, Risa ?” Junaidi sir is waiting for my answer. I can only nod. Then affirm with my words.

“ Correct Sir.” Sahutku short.

“When are they married, Risa?” Ms. Mery also seemed very curious. He immediately sat in front of me next to Mr. Junaidi. I feel like I'm being interrogated, like a sick person who has to be ready to speak honesty.

“Yesterday, Sir. All happened after both Shamsa's parents and his brother were found. Her aunt Shamsa approached her nephew as she cried in front of his second coffin and said to immediately ask her lover to marry her right then and there in front of the body. Syamsa then said that the person he loved was Kak Qomar and was immediately acknowledged by Kak Qomar. I was stunned when I learned of her willingness to marry Shamsa. As far as I know Qomar has never been in love with Syamsa before.”aku deliberately stopped. I saw the expressions on the faces of the three people in front of me who were still very shocked. I don't know why they're so considerate of my two seniors. All I know today is that my heart is saddened to see how attentive they are to the case of Qomar and Shamsa.

“You didn't do anything ? “ Ask Mr. Junaidi surprised me. I don't know what's on his mind.

“Meanour Father ?”

“I heard you and Qomar are dating. Why did you let them get married ?”

I just smiled bitterly.

“Why, Risa ? “ Maulana confirms. He was really curious about what I had done to face their marriage.

“Because we're not really dating. If we are close, it is only limited to the closeness between superiors and subordinates. Brother Qomar commander and I'm secretary. That's it.”

“You sure ?” Ms. Merty investigated. He couldn't believe what I just said.

“Very sure, Mom. “

“Didn't your heart also feel pain, Risa ? “ Maulana scoffs at my stupidity. He looked at me with a bitter smile that had graced his lips ever since.

“Indeed very sick, Mal. But I don't want to be too late in the grief. God has given each of us our destiny and He will not be wrong to pair his creatures with the wrong soul mate. I hope you should try to forget it too, Mal. Hopefully later there will be an angel who can replace the position of Syamsa, a better angel than Syamsa by birth and mind.”

“Aamiin. Don't tell me that you love Syamsa Maulana” this time Ms. Meryt looked at Maulana's face seriously. Maulana can only bow. He may be embarrassed when his guidance counselor learns of his feelings.

“I have to delete, Ms. Mer.” Maulana with a smile.

“ Good then. I guess Marissa is no less beautiful than Syamsa. “ Sahut Pak Junaidi. Maulana immediately looked at me who was surprised. I feel my cheeks are very hot. Maybe they saw how embarrassed I was to hear Mr. Junaidi's words.

***

Airport officials announced that passengers of Garuda flight xxx destination Soekarno Hatta immediately boarded because the plane would take off soon. After the announcement we stood carrying our own luggage. After passing Gate 3, we walked to the white plane that was ready to accommodate the passengers to the capital. Entering the door of the plane a flight attendant kindly welcomed us and invited us to come in and offer books and magazines and newspapers for our reading materials.

APak Junaidi picked up the Jakarta Post, English-language newspaper Bu Merty picked up the magazine and Maulana picked up the local Newspaper. I am not interested in taking anything. I better enjoy my condition on the surface of the earth to so many feet and see the scenery that lies below me. Although the scenery is more in the form of clouds, but I always enjoy it.

After sitting on the seat according to the number listed on the boarding pass, I put the bag containing the laptop under the seat, opened the place to rest on the legs and began to look down, and, several officers were diverting stairs and a freight car had left the plane. Flight attendants immediately gave instructions to all passengers, how to install seat belts, turn off cell phones and laptops and not remove the seat belt before the plane took off perfectly and many more. Flight attendants also said the length of the trip to be taken, and what to do if the plane has problems. I read the prayer of riding a vehicle, hopefully with my prayer reading I and all the passengers of the plane can land safely without any obstruction.

“Subhaa nalladzi sakhorolana hadzaa wama qunna lahu mukrinin wainna ilaa robbina lamunqolibuun. Most holy God who has subdued all this for us when we were previously unable to master it and in fact we will return to our Lord.”

I put my seatbelt on and I closed my eyes. I took a deep breath just to calm my soul. Flight attendants close all lockers that store passenger luggage one by one, then return to their place and before long the plane begins to move slowly. Slowly and slowly around the runway and finally after a few turns, the plane shot on the runway at incredible speed and then I felt like the stomping and the pounding lasted for a few minutes.

I saw the expanse of the house below me that looked sloping. The protocol path all appears small and remains tilted. I don't know if the sloping scene is also being felt by all the passengers or if I'm the only one feeling it.

After the plane took off and crossed its trajectory at some thousand feet, I felt a sense of meaningless taka and movement. All I saw was a white cloud below me and some blue scenes far below. The flight attendant announced that we could remove the seat belt, but I didn't want to do that. I still have to install it because for me the seat belt is not just an accessories but really as a safety.

Moments later, I saw flight attendants pushing trolleys, offering us drinks and giving us snack boxes.

“Good afternoon, can choose a tasting drink. There is coffee, milk, juice , tea “ is very friendly once they offer services to airline passengers. In contrast to them the angkot attractors are sometimes arbitrary to passengers. If this world could be more familiar to the poor, of course a sense of security would be felt by anyone who lives in this world.

I chose juice to drink this time.

“Jambu” I replied to the flight attendant who offered me a drink. A beautiful woman immediately poured the juice according to my order in the glass and handed it to me.

“Thank you”

The stewardess smiled and turned her attention to the man next to me. He was a middle-aged man who had just opened a newspaper sheet without reading it. Many times he returned, but I knew he had not read a single line. I saw that he also ordered guava juice like me. After I sipped all the contents of my glass, I put the empty glass in the plastic I had brought from home. Box snack I opened and enjoyed the contents in silence. I would love to turn my face back, look at Maulana but I paled. I don't want to embarrass myself by looking at me as if asking the passengers to look at me.

No. gabe. It's not my habit of attracting other people's attention. I have always been kind to anyone who has been friendly to me and will be quiet to those who have ever appreciated me. I never humbled myself in front of so many people just to make them notice me. I would also never beg for someone's love and affection. The first reason for that is not me and the second one is based on the advice of my father, who always said that I should be myself, getting along without being influenced by others.

At 11:00 the flight attendant announced that soon the plane would land at Soekarno Hatta airport, he also said that there was no time difference between Jogjakarta and Jakarta, Jakarta, as well as some instructions that must be done by passengers after the plane landed. I immediately prepared my luggage. When the plane had landed and the door opened all the passengers stood. Seeing that the road was still very full, I decided to stay seated waiting for passengers to pass and get off. After all stood up, and went hand in hand, I got up from my seat followed by MAulana, Ms. MErty and Mr. Junaidi. The four of us went down the stairs and walked with each other's luggage. We were picked up by a vehicle that would drive us to the exit.

***

We split up at the airport. Mr. Junaidi and I headed to the ML Hotel while Maulana and Ms. Merty headed to the IB hotel. Half-twelve of us arrived at the ML Satpam hotel opening our online taxi door and asking for our needs. We walked to the check-in spot as directed by the hotel security. Like participants who are queuing, looking for a room according to the list of participants that have been listed on the receptionist table.

“Excuse me, Mbak participants Student Scientific Competition ?” ask a girl to me ? I nodded with a smile. “ True check in here yes ?” continued.

“Iya. Where's mom from ? “ my hand while extending my hand.

“I'm from Palembang City. Universi SW. Where's the Mb ?” the blue hooded girl looked at me waiting for a curious answer.

“Middle Java. Matahari University.”

“The face of Mbak is very typical. Beautiful and soft. Not as I.” Her speech. I just smiled shyly. How dare he praise me in front of the crowd without any awkwardness at all.

“Thank you.” I see the queue has reached me. Finally the receptionist handed me my list and said that my room was on the fifteenth floor, in room number 245. I was stunned to imagine how high my position would be.

“My roommate means not yet here, Ma'am ? “ gently sweep.

“Mbak will be with Mita Maharani from Palembang, “ he said.

“I Mbak ? I am Mita Maharani. “ The girl who had been queuing behind me immediately stepped forward.

“ Mbak will be with Mbak Marissa in room 245. Here's the card and Mbak can both go straight to the room via the elevator to the right of the stairs.

“Thank you.”

“Sama-sama.”

Mita and I retreated and walked to the elevator, but I told her to wait for me because I wanted to say goodbye to my mentor, Mr. Junaidi.

After saying goodbye, my new friend Mita and I stepped into the elevator that had many people waiting there.

Arriving at room 245, Mita inserted a card and opened our room. With a greeting I entered the room measuring seven times nine which was equipped with one large bed and other equipment. I took off my shoes and put them on the shelf next to the bathroom. I took off my hood and took out all the supplies I had brought from home and arranged them in the wardrobe that was available there. I looked around me and I closed the curtains and I turned off the lights.

“MAaf yes, I want to check whether this room is equipped with cctv or not. “ I told Mita. He could only look at my behavior and let me do what I was supposed to do. I need to be alert to all possibilities. Don't let me feel safe somewhere when it's actually very unsafe. Put out the phone cameras in the dark room.

“Alhamdulillah, God willing there is no CCTV here. “