Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah
1. A mountain that is hard to conquer.
If people who know my name, think I like to climb, it's wrong. Because I don't like anything that has to do with physical activity. Especially those that make tired and smell of challenge.
Rinjani Jenar Adhitama's. That's namanku. Taken from the name of a mountain located in Lombok, West Nusa Tenggara. One of the mountains with heavy terrain and difficult to conquer. Many climbers who lost their way, did not even return when climbing Mount Rinjani.
Friends and family call me Jenar, which means a relentless warrior who never gives up. Vigorous, energetic and have a high motivation to achieve whatever you want. But it seems that the name of Jenar is not worthy of my appearance, because I am not the type of person who is energetic and motivated.
Not without reason, my father gave me the name Rinjani. According to the story, the father and mother married in unusual circumstances. After my father came home from climbing Mount Rinjani, only I could touch my mother. Then I was born, as the second son of father and mother.
You must be confused, right? Kok, can I be a second child, even though my parents just touched after a long marriage. That's because you already have children before you marry your father. My sister, who is very dear to my father and mother. My sister loves me and I love her very much
My father was a climber. Countless mountains were conquered by my father when he was young. Not just at home, but abroad. Therefore, my sister and I were given the name of the mountain that my father had conquered.
But before I was born, dad had retired to climb. An accident forced the father to stop doing strenuous physical activities such as climbing. While climbing and photography are the soul of the father, what can make the father have to lose half his soul for the sake of his health.
Among my three children, I'm the only one who doesn't like to climb. Though the father often tells about the beautiful view of the mountain top and fun down the path to get to the top. I don't know why I don't like all kinds of physical activity. My sporting values always move away from class standards. Because I didn't like that exhausting lesson.
Unlike my energetic and energetic older brother and sister, I was born as a plegmatic middle child. Almost no motivation to live, my motto is to just live what is. For what is achieved that is not necessarily achievable. Just think about what is in front of your eyes!
Ironically, when everyone is racing to achieve life goals, I am still relaxed living what is. Why hurry, after all, no one is chasing. Yeah, that's me. A plegmatic girl who wants to enjoy life without demands. Hardly any purpose in life. In school, I was one of the top students.
In the past, when I was a child, if asked what my ideals were, I just shook my head and said, “I don't want to be anything.”
My brother and sister have been drawing up life maps since they were teenagers. Ah, it feels like my life is flat, not as fun as my brother's life. My brother's life is quite complicated, like a soap opera that will not run out of the number of episodes.
However, I have a wish that I have never uttered. As a girl who had been a santri, mondok in pesantren for three years sitting on the bench tsanawiyah (equivalent to Junior High School). Of course I have the classic desire to marry a righteous man who can lead me to his heaven.
For the soul mate, I think is a mirror of ourselves. If we are good, then we will also be met with a good soul mate, and vice versa. So if I want to get a good soul mate, I have to be solid first to be good.
But what if one day, I just fell in love with someone beyond my reasoning. Someone who is not in line and like me, even our beliefs are different. Should I give up? Or continue to fight for our love, even though the stakes are the riddles of my own father.
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Flashbacks
The air was hot, even though the morning had just come. Sweat dripped from my forehead, soaking the veil that framed my face. I pushed the bike with a feeling of worry and worry.
“Definitely late to school,” rutukku in heart.
I don't know what dream I had last night, until bad luck approached me this morning. My motorcycle tire leaked, even though my school distance is still far. And I also don't know where the nearest tire patch is. The motor still I push, whether to where, in my heart berTO’a hopefully there are friends or anyone who helps me.
“Ah! I should have called Mr. Salim. Why not think from earlier.” rutukku in the heart again.
I stopped pushing the motor, pulled it back, then reached into the phone from the bag. I want to dial my family driver's number. But apparently this morning luck was not on my side. Mr. Salim's number could not be reached. Then who am I gonna ask for help? Mother? Daddy's? At this time they must be busy, will not have time to hold the phone.
Uh! I'm getting frustrated. Scroll clock on the phone. 15 minutes, I have to get to school, if I don't want to be sentenced to run around the field 10 times. Could I order a taxi online but I want to just leave the motorbike on the roadside like this? Well how is this?
I grieve for myself, for the misfortune that is approaching. Repeatedly exhaling the origin, kicking the air in annoyance. Then the vehicle I didn't care about, my feelings were already very riled up. Imagining being sentenced to run around the field, makes me even more upset.
I didn't know a black MPV pulled over and stopped right in front of my bike. I also did not know that the driver of the car came out and approached me.
A man, maybe a few years older than my brother. Suddenly, he was standing in front of me while his eyes were looking, “motormu why? Don't you know? The danger of a girl alone on the side of a crowded street like this?”
I looked up, looked at the man I didn't know, but dared to lecture me. Who is he? Father no, brother no, brother not even just a friend. How dare I just meet the lecture.
“Hei! You're mute, huh? Or your ears can't hear, because it's covered in a hijab?”
It seems that I have committed a sin, so this morning the misfortune came over. I'm telling myself to look right in his eyes. With a sharp tone I replied, “you who, huh? Do you know me?”
“Ban your bike leaked?” I saw the man bend over, scrutinizing the back tire of my deflated motorcycle.
“Where's school?” Ask.
I haven't answered yet, he's already pulled my white upper right shirt sleeve. Reading my school name badge. Then he just threw it away. Truly a brash adult man in my opinion.
He looked at the clock that was coiled around his wrist, then glanced at me as he said, “From here until your school is 10 minutes long, can chase if speeding. But if the walk can be up to half an hour. Let's take you!”
He just walked away, without waiting for an answer from me. I'm unmoving. Not my type of trusting a stranger, let alone a man.
“What are you waiting for? Or do you want to be arrested satpol pp for allegedly skipping school?”
The words spoken by the mandarin-haired man made me stutter. He was right, now satpol pp often raided students who roamed the streets at school entrance hours. Of course I don't want to be arrested and make you sad.
I was still thinking, as the man walked back towards me and carelessly pulled my hand. I tried to shake off his big hand, but his grip was so strong. There was no denying the fear in my heart, I thought that man meant evil to me.
“Come in! Don't worry, I'll call a tire patch. Although I don't know the area very well, but I know there are no tire patchers along this road.” He said as he opened the left car door.
I pulled out my hand that was still in his grasp. I felt uncomfortable because I avoided coming into contact with a male creature, except my family.
“Eh! Can you please let go of your hands?” I said it even though it sounded soft because I was holding back fear, “sorry! But I am a Muslim girl who is not used to contact with men not mahrom.”
He took off my hand, and immediately my hand fell back beside my body. I noticed he rubbed his neck, misbehaving. It's strange! Why is he misbehaving? Did he not consciously pull my hand out just now? Was he also the type of person who was not used to coming into contact with the opposite sex? I don't know.
For a moment I thought about accepting his offer, although the worry had not completely disappeared. I have to be vigilant, I have to be careful. Remember the word mother, all men can be anything, if faced with women.
“Come in!” His touch with a sharp tone and a flat facial expression. The next sentence made me believe a little, “I want to help you, just because I want to do good. So don't ge er. I didn't mean to be mean to you.”
I smiled wryly. The man today can read my mind. “I'm not ge er, just want to be careful. Who knew that you had no ill intentions towards me?”
“Ck!” the man throttled. Then slammed the car door rough, “ya already if you do not want to be helped.” then he walked around the car.
I immediately panicked, immediately I prevented him who had opened the door of the steering wheel, “wait, Sir!”
I saw him looking at me, and I immediately subdued the view as taught when I was studying at the boarding school. The first view is delicious, the next view can be a disaster.
“Can I come with you, but I am sitting in the back seat?”
The man's cry frowned, his facial expression remained flat. I don't know what the skin of his face is made of. So that he had no other expression other than flat and thin.
“Come in! We don't have much time.”
That's all he said, then got in the car. I opened the back door and entered. He warned me to wear a seatbelt, because he would speed so I wouldn't be late for school.
Yes Alloh! What was my dream last night? So it can be a car with a foreign man who does not have this facial expression.
All the way we passed in silence. I kept my head down, occasionally checking the timer on the phone. I am not used to wearing a watch. The man was also silent, concentration driving at full speed.
I got to school, right before the security guard was about to close the gate. I immediately got out of the car after thanking the man with a flat face expression. I heard him yell, with half the body out of the car window, “hei, girl! What's your name?”
Without a second thought, I shouted my teachers' nicknames at school, “Rinjani!” then I ran in with dozens of other students, ignoring the murky face of the security guard.
“True!” That baritone voice made me turn my head without stopping my steps. The owner of the voice ran after me, as usual it was familiar and attention-grabbing. It seems that the bad luck has not disappeared from me. Faithful comes in another form.
“Tumben late?” greet the tall man who was suddenly already next to me.
“Ban my motor leaked, earlier. Fortunately there are good people nolongin” My answer is short and ketus. Just because I didn't want to make him angry would have an impact on all my friends later.
“Oh! Why didn't you call? Kan, can I pick up.”
“No need to bother, Brother. Jenar can leave alone, kok.”
“Other times if you need help, just call me, yes! I will always be there for you!” the man rubbed the hijab on the tip of my head at a glance. Then ran, turned right as we reached the junction of the corridor. Our class was a different corridor.
For a moment I stopped, silently staring at that tall back that was moving away. Exhaling heavily while shaking his head. These few days I felt more attention from that upperclassman.
His name is Varen Danudirja. He is the chairman of OSIS as well as the son of the owner of this school foundation. My friends say he's handsome, the dream of all the girls. It's true, Varen has its own charm. But his behavior that often touches me carelessly makes me not respect. I get upset every time she touches me without permission, even if it's just embracing or rubbing the hijab. For me, my body is precious to be carelessly touched by others, except family.
And no matter how cool Varen is, as rich and as handsome as he is, he's still not the type of man I dream of. Because the man I dreamed of becoming my husband was a pious man who did not carelessly touch women. However the schoolmates admired him, still my heart did not tremble every time he approached me. Because I am Rinjani, a mountain that is difficult to conquer. That is how hard my heart is on the man who approaches me. Installing a high fence as a shield, so that not just any man can seduce me.
I regained consciousness, immediately running down the corridor, heading to my classroom. I did not want to first enter the classroom by the teacher, so that later I would be punished to sing in front of the class.
Motorcycle business let me think about it. Anyway, the guy I didn't know his name promised to take my bike to school. But what if he's lying? What if it turns out he's a motorcycle theft syndicate? Uh! Stupid fuck! The important thing is that I'm not late for class.
The events of that morning have been forgotten for a long time. My business with the mandarin-haired adult man, I thought it was over when the security guard gave me the keys to the motorbike, a sign that the man kept his word. How do I know, it turns out to change years, instead I often meet the flat-faced man. In situations and conditions I never imagined before. It was a complicated situation that made me think about life's purpose and ideals.
