The Smile of God for Marissa

Jealous of Syamsa

That was mom?” ask the gentleman in front of me. There's a binary in his eyes that I don't know what it means. I just nodded in agreement.

“Adik has arrived at the airport and does not return home. Indeed home Dik Risa where ?”

I looked at the man's face for a moment, then took a deep breath.

“Yogyakarta.”

“And in this city ? Kos or is there a house here?” he was digging up information about me apparently.

“I cost. Sorry, Brother. Do you know anyone named Mr Seno?” he's surprised.

“What's Brother looking for Mr. Seno. Does your sister love him?” he fixed his sitting position. This time it really faced me. His face was flat and I really didn't know what to do.

“Want to know which one, maybe Big Brother knows.”

“Adik tell first what is looking for Mr. Seno.”

“Lina said she was looking for me.” Saying slowly.

“If according to Sweet Sister, who is the person in front of Brother ?” ask the man while looking at me. His gaze this time really embarrassed me as embarrassed as he was. I just shook my head.

“I Seno.”

“What ?” I spontaneously screamed and my screams made the people around me look at me. I immediately ran away leaving the people around me with a shame I could not hide. I set my foot in the common kitchen and I didn't want to bring myself up in front of the humans in the field at all.

At five o'clock, lunch from the soup kitchen was ready and the construction of a temporary residence was stopped for our dinner. I prepared the dinnerware at the long table in the village hall hall. Some of the men lifted a large basket and the women arranged the side dishes on the table. After the village chief let all the volunteers eat, I approached Syamsya who was joking with Qomar in the courtyard.

“ Ma'am Syamsya,” I laid my ass beside him even though he had not realized that I had been around him since. Slowly he looked.

“Marissa? Have you gone home ? When come ?”tanya Shamsya. Qomar just smiled at me. I was heartbroken because it turned out that my presence had been hours they did not realize. I was also heartbroken when I died they became more and more familiar. I am not sorry for this, but disappointed in myself. It turns out my disappointment came too late. I knew my heart was tethered, to a young man named Qomar and he didn't realize.

“Congratulations yes, Marissa Wardhani. “ said. Just a congratulation and for me it hurts.

“Thank you.” I briefly answered his congratulations. “ Sorry Ma'am, I have to go to the kitchen.” I leave them both immediately. I don't want them to know how useless I feel. Five days off, I felt like everyone had forgotten me. Not like Lina said this afternoon who said that everyone misses me. I was fooled and it hurt. I set my foot in the kitchen. Sit among the village women.

“Mbak Marissa eat first. If you have eaten, Ms. Risa can sit here with us here.” Pinta Bu Syamsul's.

“Thank you, Mom. I will eat at home. “

“ Eit, can't eat at home. Risa's mom is tired of working since last meal just waiting at home. Come on, Yu Sol, please get a plate for Mbak Risa. Let him eat. Your other friends are also eating inside.”

“No need to take, Mom, I can take it myself.” I immediately got up and stepped towards the plate rack taking the rice and side dishes even though my appetite was gone. I hung myself with my mothers while I finished my meal. After the meal, together with the BEM boy I washed the dishes and I cleaned the dining table.

I wanted to leave this location immediately because for me, there was nothing I could do. I immediately took my bag in the room that was originally used as Shamsya's room and I met Mr. Samsul in his room. After I was invited in, I took a chair in the corner of the room, because it happened that in front of Mr. Syamsul was empty.

“What's up, Miss Risa? Looks like something's important. O yes, Mr. Syamsul can only congratulate him on the achievement that has just been achieved by Mbak Risa in Jakarta. If there are only ten people like Mbak Risa in this Regency, Mr. sure, our city will not be left behind with other cities in Indonesia. ”Help Mr. Syamsul while looking at me.

“I'm sorry, sir, don't overdo it. Qodarullah, all by Allah's will I can win. Yesterday I got fifteen million as a gift. Today, I'm investing some of it to help the people. Please welcome sir, hopefully useful.” I poured the white envelope I had prepared from home on Mr. Syamsul.

“Forward Mbak, hold for a moment. I call another village device to watch.” Mr. Syamsul immediately came out and five minutes later, he entered with three men. Received the envelope I just put on the table. The old blue shirt counted my money and looked at me.

“A lot, Ma'am. Where's this from?” Ask while taking a notebook.

“From me, Sir. “

“From Mba herself ? Doesn't Ma'am still cost money to go to college ? If you want to help, not so much. Later parents Mbak angry.“ Tanyanya gamang's. I smile. I know worries. The old blue-clothed father probably thought I would run out of my money if I inflicted it on a landslide victim.

“Insya Allah I sincerely, Sir. I still have savings that God willing I can use to pay for college without asking parents. I write articles that I send to various teen magazines in Jakarta, I also write short stories or novels that I sell at college friends or at bookstores in Jogjakarta and in other cities, sir. God willing is enough.”

“Masya Allah, Ms. Marissa is also smart and generous, we accept help from Mbak Risa, hopefully it can be a charity from the family of Mbak Risa. “

“Aamiin. Thank you, Sir. Since it's late, I beg you to say goodbye, sir. God willing, I'll be here again tomorrow. Assalamualaikum,”

“Wa aleikum salam warahmatullah”

My feet slowly moved away from the village hall without asking Qomar and Shamsya. It was late in the evening and I didn't know how to get to the city because I was sure all the public transportation was past. There are no rickshaws or motorcycle even owned by residents. Cloudy still adorns my nature, so that the actual day is still dark afternoon. Heart worried. I wanted to express my intentions but I was ashamed.

Just as confusion lay in my way, between returning and continuing the journey, a motorcycle stopped in front of me.

“Let's miss, I'll take you to the place you're headed. “ the sound is really very unexpected. I hate the temptations of men on the street. I continued my steps with the intention that the motorcyclist would not make fun of me a second time.

“Adik, let me take you. Not good dark like this a woman walking alone.” God once again. Not enough with speech. Apparently he was determined to stop his bike from blocking my way. Between anger and fear I prepared with my horses. In a few regiments, I had studied military martial arts, and if this young man was naughty, I would use him as a fortress of self-defense.

“ I am looking for a mosque, to establish maghrib. Where is there a mosque?” the biker who has been teasing me since opened his helmet.

“Kakak ? “ I can't believe. I want to hit him on the back and kick him hard if only he wasn't in the precarious state he is now.

“Come Brother interracial. No good maghrib like this is still on the road. “ bargain. If it were still daytime, I would have refused. But the urgent conditions say something else. A black kunaiki vario and motor soon drove into the city, and stopped themselves at a grand mosque not far from the campus.

***

Five minutes it took me to reach home after the prayer at the mosque. I found a lonely boarding house. My friends haven't come home yet. While my single boarding father, maybe today is still busy with his meetings in Jakarta. He has been on duty for three days. He who is the Head of Department Office in the Regency, always actively carries out his duties both inside and outside the region.

Tiredness made me forget that there was a man who was just driving me to sit in my living room. I took a towel and a change of clothes and before long I was fighting with a shower that faithfully refreshed my body. I finished my bath five minutes. I took a glass and filled it with ginger milk that we always prepare at home. Cold air still faithfully enveloped us because the rain still faithfully accompanied us.

I used a glass of milk myself. Finished drinking, I did go to the room immediately, just lay my body down to relieve fatigue. I closed my window, and I laid my body. I felt a little at ease and I don't know how long I didn't know, before I finally realized that I was among my volunteer friends. Being in the same situation as this afternoon when I met syamsya wal Qomar sitting under the shade of the mango tree and was busy discussing interesting topics. I can only see and see without being able to do anything. I was like a stupid human being who could do nothing, while in front of my eyes, the one who said Lina loved me, turned her face and attention to another girl.

There was also Lina there, she told me, that she had just broken up with her fiance, because there was another girl filling Jefri's days. But I was surprised, no sadness and sorrow was on his face. He enjoys and enjoys and enjoys everything he has experienced. How can ya ? I know Lina is in love with Jefri. They've planned a wedding and broken up ? Ah, if that is true, it means . .. keep yourself to remain istikomah, keep away from dating non-mukhrim better. So . . . ?

I don't know. What's going on, I don't know. Suddenly the door of my room sounded. Although soft, but the sound was able to make my ears hear.It turns out I was dreaming. I'm still at home and sleeping on my soft bed. Not with friends at the village hall. Again, a knock on the door.

“ Marissa, are you in ? ” a sound made it into my hearing and woke me up. I got up and opened the door to my room.

“What's the Ros ?”ask me without sin. I tied my long hair with a rubber band that I took from my desk.

“You forgot or how ? “ the look in his eyes looked at me full of searching. “There are guests who since you came home are still waiting in the living room. You just slept, right ? Delicate.” Reciprocity.

A guest? These nights have guests ?’ my inner. I rubbed my eyes a little spicy. I turned my face towards the wall of my room looking at the clock. The time showed at 07:45 I recall the events I went through this afternoon.

“From going to the mosque then the man drove me home after that I took a shower, drank milk continued to sleep. “ my murmur.

“Then where did the man who drove you ? Has he come home ?” rosa firmly widened her eyes.

“Astaghfirullah, Rosa. “I would have run to the living room if Rosa hadn't held my hand stopped me. “Wear the veil first!”

I put on my hood and headed for the mirror in the corner of my room. Tidying yourself for a moment.

“ Risa, you how the hell ? Poor your guests, right ? Since waiting for you and you don't know ?” rosa said slowly. While fixing my veil I took a step towards the living room and I met the man looking at me with a diculum smile. He looked at me while twitching his face.

“Ma .. Excuse me, Brother. I forgot my brother had just brought me home. Astaghfirullah, once again forgive me.” My love. The well-built man whom I met every day at the village hall of Kemanukan smiled. I don't believe in the view in front of me. He smiled and I could only be embarrassed.

How embarrassing!!!.

“Adik is already exhausted. “ he said still with a smile dikulum. I was so embarrassed and didn't know how to hide the stupidity I just did.

“Kakak, . . . ba . . .how can I get sorry for the mistake I just made ? I have truly forgotten that you saved me by bringing me home. “ My speech is still with my head down and my standing position. I dare not look at him. Because I'm sure he's already graded me with red.

“Sit !” I did not obey his orders.

“Sit down, sister !” again he told me and I don't want to repeat my mistake a second time. I pulled out my chair and slowly sat down and stayed down.

“Kakak know Adik is facing problems. “ he said slowly. “makanya Adik desperate to leave Kemanukan even though it was dark. That's too dangerous. “

I can only hold my breath. I justified everything he said. As a woman, I should be able to be more patient with problems. I need to be more patient with the situation.

“Adik is jealous of Syamsya and that's what made Adik cry a few days before going to Jakarta ?” this time he really cornered me. Everything he said was true and I couldn't avoid it.