The Smile of God for Marissa

Capital 3

Third day of the race,

In a room seven by nine meters, I tried to collect the shots of the two of us in a file on the laptop.

“You didn't share your happiness with your lover, Risa ?” greet Mira while looking at me. Her eyes never took her eyes off me so I was feeling panted.

“I don't have a lover, Mita. “ I said slowly. The question reminds me of someone who had slayed his sword in my heart. Created a wide gaping wound, but I kept trying to treat it. Once again Qomar's shadow infiltrated the wishful thinking, but soon I brushed it aside.

“Girl as pretty as Marissa doesn't have a lover ? Time yes ?” he doesn't believe. His eyes were round as if this was amazing spectacular news.

“It's wrong if a pretty girl doesn't have a boyfriend ?” mummify slowly. From the tail of my eyes, I saw Mita smiling and then shaking slowly.

“ Is just weird. In college, almost all students are dating. They'll say old-fashioned if there's a single student.”

“Mita also ?” I asked while still looking at the camera. He blushed while occasionally folding the ends of his clothes and finally laughed.

“I . . .my girlfriend is already working,” she said. I looked at his red face. “If I haven't sold, Mit “ Sayku shriveled. I imagined the good times with Qomar in training, when Qomar praised me as an independent beautiful girl, my heart was flattered and my dreams soared. My heart rate scrambling to beat showed its fastest beat on my chest. Especially when she introduced me to her sister. At that time I had just finished my dhuhur, Qomar waiting for me in the porch of the campus mosque. When he saw me coming out of the mosque, his hand took my arm and led me towards his brother who was sitting in the headquarters. He forced me to shake the hand of the woman who was a guest of my regiment. Again my heart is flattered. I almost remembered all the events with him, I thought that one day Qomarlah would be the priest of my little family. But I immediately threw it down. I know it's illegal to remember and imagine people's husbands. Yesterday, when I was about to come to Jakarta, I witnessed with my own eyes, he married Syamsya, his classmate who became a campus flower and always contested every man. I once again breathe deeply. Slowly I felt the pain of back wounds that had only attacked for a few days. Bloody and hopefully not getting worse.

“Say have no boyfriend kok daydreaming. “ goda Mita. I smile. Then I slowly shook my head.

“The person I love just married a beautiful girl who was a victim of a landslide in my town, Mita. I don't want to remember.” I'm lirih. I threw my eyes at the laptop. From the end of my eyes, I saw Mita looking at me. I don't want to look at him and see his regrets. I slowly stood up and walked towards the bed to break down my body, relieving the fatigue in my brain. My break is still forty-five minutes. And I want to use my time just to make a sore on my back.

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have messed with your secret.” he said while holding my shoulder and sitting below. I don't want to think too much if there's no notice that I'm included in the Human Volunteer Group. Photos of the victim search process have emerged. I downloaded one by one until all the photos filled my phone gallery. I showed all to Mita my new friend and quickly Mita split into her nature-loving group in Palembang.

I almost closed whatsapp if I hadn't caught a picture of a thin-faced man in blue. He was sitting under a mahogany tree along with his two companions who were all in blue uniforms. I zoomed in on the photo, once again I saw a blue-clothed, tapered face with delight. I would love to enjoy his face if I had not known that all my movements were being watched by Rakib Atid the angel of good and bad charity done by man. I longed to break the divine prohibition, for the sake of seeing the photograph, enjoying the tapering of his face, and imprisoning him in the depths of my heart, but I paled. I still won that fight so I made sure the devil who teased me cried, roared regretting his defeat with me this afternoon.

“Astaghfirullah,” hisisku.

“All photos show how tough their exams are in location, Risa. I join in mourning, may all the victims be forgiven from Him and those left behind be given fortitude. Amin.”

“Amins. Thank ye. If you have time please stop at Purworejo tomorrow with me.” Mita silent. Reflect on an answer he might be worthy of. For a moment he weighed, and finally he spoke.

“If there were no events in my house tomorrow, I would have come to your city. My brother is getting married. There is a lot of preparation we have to do. I'm so sorry Risa, I can't fulfill your invitation. Actually I really want to come and see for myself the condition of the landslide. My mumpung is already in Java.”

“It's okay.” My heart closed my eyes.

***

This afternoon, we forty participants sat in silence, waiting for the arrival of the source for the next material. I looked at my phone for a moment, and then I put my shirt pocket in because there was no important chat. I saw Mr. Junaidi approaching me.

“How are you doing today, Risa ?” greet Mr. Jun while pulling up a chair and sitting in front of me.

“Alhamdulillah well, sir. “

“Bapak wishes you all the best in tomorrow's announcement. Today we will follow the sarasehan for one hour and the next, the committee will provide a bus for us to do outbound. Activities outside of which he said would provide an opportunity for attendees and escorts to tour the capital. You can prepare yourself from now on. “

“Is that right, Sir ?” happy say. I have been wanting to tour the capital for a long time. I'd love to call Nina, but I'm sorry. I don't want to trouble him and his family. They just arrived and I don't have much time to cheer them up either.

***

After the sarasehan, all participants went down to the lobby and one by one we went out to attend an outbound event around the capital. The tour bus that was waiting for us immediately drove off after all entered. I was sitting next to a male student because Mita was forced to sit down with a local student.

“Mbak Risa from Central Java ? “ friendly sapanya. My head nodded. I saw him smiling and extending his hand to me. As usual I can only put my two hands together in front of my chest. He's got. Then apologize.

“Sorry !”

“No problem, Mas.” My solute.

“O Yes introduce me Bima. I am from PP University in Jakarta. “ he said.

“I Marissa from Matahari University Central Java.”

“Mbak native Central Java ?”

“I am original Yogyakarta. But because it happened to be received in the Sun, I chose in Matahari.”

“Now what semester in Psychology?’

“Seven. “

“I semester Nine,”.

“Mas Bima what majors ?”

“I Mechanical Machine. “

“O” is all I can say. I sat in silence. After a while, we arrived at a museum. A large museum that displays a replica of the capital, ancient times, along with all its culture. After we finished circling the capital for almost five hours, the organizers invited us to dinner at a restaurant that served seafood. The inaugural night is here.

I who lost track of Mita can only be quiet together with Bima and other friends. I saw Bima always preparing herself near me. I don't mind because there are so many students around.

At ten o'clock in the evening, we went back to the hotel to rest before returning tomorrow.

***

The fourth day is the race day. One gold medal I present to my college. Twenty million rupiah worth of notes, a laptop and an award charter and a three-month study ticket at a top university in Country B. The organizers also changed our round-trip airfare. The escort coach also got a laptop and money from the committee of five million rupiah. This is not the first, but my heart still feels that this award is the most beautiful gift for me after I feel heartache. After the medal ceremony, we returned to where we studied at Ahmad Dahlan. A place I miss very much. A place that although only four days old I left, but still waved hoping we would come home soon.

Mr. Junaidi and I were sitting in the hotel lobby. We were still getting lunch rations so while waiting for Maulana and Ms. Merty to come, Mr. Jun asked me to take a meal. We both ate at the same table.

“How does it feel to be a national champion ?” ask Pak Jun while still chewing his food.

I did not answer directly. After I swallowed the food, I finally opened my voice.

“If this is not the first, it feels like this heart cannot describe happiness, sir. “

“You've already given word to your mother ?” ask Jun sir while finishing his meal. I can only shake. I almost forgot to pass on this happy news to my whole family.

After the meal was over, I sent some medal reception pictures to my father, mother and two brothers.

They called me right away, but suddenly my phone that had been receiving calls from various dead numbers since this morning. I forgot to add battery power.

“Why ?” Mr. Junaidi looked at my dead cell phone.

“I forgot not to squeeze earlier sir.” I'm ashamed.

“Risa! I go home first yes !” Mita. She hugged and kissed both of my cheeks while hariu. He handed me a white envelope.

“What is this ?” manya curious.

“Please convey this trust. This money amounted to ten million rupiah, collected by all participants of the race along with the escort. Say hello to us hopefully this can be useful.”

“Alhamdulillah, thank you, Mita. Insha Allah I will immediately convey to the committee that is in the refugee camp. On behalf of them, we say thank you.”

“Sama-sama yes. Congratulations on the achievements you have achieved. You are amazing.” Reciprocity. My plane's leaving in two hours. I'm sorry I had to leave first. Assalamualaikum”

“Waalaikum greetings warahmatullah, may Allah bring us together in other ways and on other occasions.”

“Aamiin”

Kuantar Mita headed outside the hotel, gathering with some friends who had been waiting for her since. I got one of them and got into an online taxi. Mita is gone. And I saw a white car coming into the parking lot. For a moment I watched the car that was just coming in, and before long, Maulana and Miss Mery got off.

“Assalamualaikum, Ma. “ I said as I shook the hands of the beautiful engineering lecturer and kissed him.

“Waalaikum greetings, congratulations Marissa, hopefully your glorious achievements can be followed by other Matahari university students.”

“God willing after this will appear another outstanding student, Bu.”

“Aamiin. O yes, where is Mr Junaidi ?” asked Bu Merty while occasionally looking for the figure of Mr. Jun.

“He's still inside, Bu.” My heart while letting Miss Merty in.

“Congratulations, yes.” Maulana.

“ Congratulations to you too. I heard that you are also a favorite participant of the “ participants, I said.

“Thank you. Although not as cool as your achievements, I am grateful for my current acquisition.”

“Front hopefully better”

“Aamiin. Log in yuk !”

Maulana followed my steps behind. After greeting Mr. Junaidi, he sat down next to me.

“You need to eat first or go directly to the airport ?” bargain Mr. Junaidi to Bu Merty and Maulana.

“We've eaten. It is better to go directly to the airport, before the streets are jammed because many employees are returning home from work.” Ms. Mery's voice is fast. The four of us booked a taxi online which eventually drove us straight to the airport.

***

Time shows at thirty. We just finished the airport entrance procedure. Pak Junaidi immediately rented a vehicle that immediately drove us to Gate 21. This is done because the plane will leave at half-five and we are not yet ashar.

Arriving at Gate 21, Mr. Junaidi invited Maulana to pray ashar. I who was not invited immediately turned to Miss Mery and Ms. Merty said that she was menstruating. That is why he offered to take care of our goods.

After praying, we returned to the seat next to Bu Merty which was already full of prospective passengers who were going to Yogyakarta.

I sat in silence. I looked around me, looking at the prospective passengers who would be on a plane with me later. I saw them almost in pairs. I saw a pair of Indonesian men and women. Sitting while holding hands. Maybe they are newlyweds or new couples who are afraid of losing each other. I turned my gaze across the chair, seeing some dashing men in army uniforms sitting quietly with each other. After being cool with my activities, I exhaled slowly. I lowered my head, counting the tiles that were under me.

“Excuse me, can I sit here ?” a grown man looked at me. I just nodded. Before long he put his ass on the iron chair and put his bag under.

“Mbak where to go?” tanyakanya. To me it's just a stale base. The question is ambiguous because everyone knows that my gate is going to Yogyakarta my hometown.

“Yogyakarta.”

“Aircraft no how many ?” ask him again. I don't need to answer. I took my boarding pass and I showed it to her.

“ Oh, we'll one seat later.” I almost glared angrily at the sentence he just said. I would definitely be embarrassed because when the plane took off, I would hold on tightly to the armchair and close my eyes. He will definitely see my actions and he will definitely laugh at me.

“Insya Allah” only that can come out of my mouth