Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

98. Homesick of Jealousy.

🍁In the stretched distance and time, there is a please miss release installed.🍁

Hara's.

The problems that occurred in the branch office, had taken up time and thought. A vendor breaks the cooperation because the leadership of the marketing department is considered not konsekwen with the agreement that has been agreed. Major losses threaten, if not addressed immediately.

I opened the phone to distract the tired, after a fight in the meeting room. I open one of the social media applications, good times can refresh the brain by surfing in cyberspace. I'm a person who almost never shares moments on social media. Just a scroll time line, what would be hotly discussed by netizens.

Looking out the glass window, the dark atmosphere made my memory automatically go to someone. The girl who is pretentious image does not want to be picked up, Jenar. Where is he now? Still at school, or already home? In this cloudy weather, he would not be safe if he was outside alone.

I smiled wryly at the faint shadow reflected on the glass, mocking myself. Three days later after we chatted at the fried rice stall. That night I was forced to carry Jenar to the room, because she was very difficult to wake up. Since then, we have never met again. Jenar is still on campus, every time I come check on the renovation work.

Still vividly remembered that night, Jenar's tone was not calm when asking to stop being picked up. She must have felt bad if the request had offended me. A night I will never forget in my lifetime. For the first time, I can talk heart to heart with someone. Listening to the story and granting Jenar's request has made my life feel useful.

Although rarely met, but the intensity we sent word through the message became increased. I couldn't help but be curious all the time about what he was doing.

Including this moment, my finger was moved to send him a chat. Just curious and hoping he's okay in bad weather.

It didn't take long, the reply from her came. On the way home from college. So tired, really.

I smiled at the image of the emoticon that Jenar sent. The girl now dared to complain to me, even though it was only through a short message. Soon I send another message.

The offer is still valid if you change your mind.

Jenar sent out a cartoon laughing sticker, followed by a sentence.

Mr. Hara did not need to bother, I escorted Aina to the terminal. There is also a faithful Mas Rama waiting.

I laughed a little to read a reply from Jenar. Remember ever jealous with mas-mas bus name that he mentioned it. I immediately responded to his chat.

But it's not ushered in until we get to the yard, is it? Definitely not invited to stop by to eat first, pity you have to resist hunger during the trip.

Jenar sent a picture sticker of sad people, a few seconds later he just replied to a message.

Where is Mr Hara? Isn't it busy?

Just a simple question, but able to present a foreign feeling in the heart. A sense that has not been defined, between happy and moved because it feels noticed. Immediately I typed a reply, so that Jenar did not wait long. The next time he changed his mind, he asked to be picked up.

At the office, was taking a break after a meeting with the marketing department.

Jenar sent another reply, Mr. Hara must be hungry after the meeting, pity …

No, I had lunch before the meeting.

I feel I have to give him information. Our conversation, just about trivial things, just flowed like two close friends. However, it was enough to make me feel relieved, to always know the news.

It's been a while, yes, sir. Soon I have to go down, do not want to follow Mas Rama until Semarang.

I almost laughed at the reply to the message I received. A thought flashed, making me immediately type a message.

It's cloudy here, it looks like it's raining. You brought an umbrella, didn't you?

A few seconds, until it changed minutes, no answer came. Perhaps Jenar had put the phone in her bag, and was getting ready to get off the bus, so as not to heed my short message.

Unknowingly I grumbled, “Have known the rainy season but never thought of carrying an umbrella if you go, you sloppy!”

I put the phone in my pocket, breathing out. Along with that a voice sounded in the ears, “Who is careless?”

“True,” I replied spontaneously and I immediately regretted that unconsidered answer. I turned around to see the owner of a voice I knew so well.

A girl enters the room with a wrinkled forehead, “True?” Noura repeated my words.

Immediately fingernails yourself, neutralizing the feeling that has just approached. My brain thinks fast, looking for explanations.

“True her sister Aneesha, or another person of the same name?” Noura looked at me with a probing look, folding her hands and leaning her butt on the side of the table.

I had to cleared my throat before replying, setting the tone of the voice as flat as possible.

“His sister Aneesha, you certainly already know the nature of the girl, right? Always sloppy.”

Noura nodded, took off the folds of her hands and moved. He said as he sat in his chair, “That's why every day you pick him up lately? Did Sister Aneesha ask you to do that?”

I shook my head, Noura was too observant to observe anything. Lying to him would only embarrass himself, because he was so sensitive.

“Since when did a Hara take the initiative to do something out of the context of work without being asked? I'm sure you don't get paid, but your time is wasted. Unless, you got another benefit from picking up Jenar. Why is he so important to you?”

I sighed, hearing the string of sentences Noura said. Although it has been predicted that sooner or later there will be suspicious, but I still have not found the right reason to answer it.

"Something happend?”  ask Noura. I could read the great curiosity from the look in his eyes. I decided not to give any answers.

“Since when does a Noura want to know my business?” I stepped closer to Noura, giving her an emphasis-filled greeting, “Urus only your own problem!”

Noura smiled cynically, “I will not interfere in your affairs. Just wanted to remind you who you are and where you are! Don't play with fire, unless you've prepared the fire department.”

I snorted, inwardly confirming Noura's remark. I turned around, stepped closer to the sofa located in the corner of the room, then threw out the body there. Jenar's face flashed in his mind, the delicate fragrance of the flowers dancing in his memory. Jenar who looks quiet, but turns out to talk a lot. His sweet smile that can relieve all emotions, at the same time also presents warmth of the heart.

“Mbak Aneesha knows that you pick up Jenar often?”

I nodded in response to Noura's question, “I purposely told Aneesha and Reyfan.”

“Wow! You are brave enough not to play behind apparently.” said Noura while mangosteen. Then asked a question I couldn't answer, “Do you like it, Hara?”

I didn't mean to secretly take Jenar away. However, Jenar certainly has the right not to tell about her trauma therapy to her family. I have to respect his choice to hide these matters.

“I don't want to patronize, but if I may give advice. Either our thoughts are the same or different. As a friend I just want to tell you, that falling in love with a person of different faiths with us, will never work.” said Noura sarcas, as can guess the answer to the previous question.

I shut up, digesting the sentence Noura said. I was fully aware that I had fallen in love with Jenar, nor did I want to ignore this feeling. However, it seems like the universe is opposed, even before the real struggle begins. Do I not deserve to find love?

***

The courtyard of Aneesha's house seemed deserted, as I entered the slightly open fence. There is no activity in the pendopo or in the small musola on a usually crowded Sunday. The back door of the main house seemed to open, signifying that there was a person inside.

“Kok quiet, Om?” Naufal's question is the same as I was thinking.

“Maybe the training is done,” I replied, concluding by myself.

I parked the bike right in front of the musola, then took Naufal down. After hanging the helmet on the rearview mirror, I led Naufal across the pendopo to the main house. The sound of the door opening from the inside, when we reached the small gazebo on the right side of the pendopo.

Mas Faiz appeared, a friendly smile greeted us. Get Naufal to shake hands with him, then we sit in the gazebo.

“Tumben quiet, Mas?” my question is not just a pleasantries, but it does want to know where the other residents of the house.

“Activities are diverted to the boarding school, there is an event in order to commemorate santri.” replied Mas Faiz.

I nodded, then asked again, “Mas Faiz is not coming?”

“So there for a while, the little fussy, forced to go home first. There's no way I'm telling Nanda to go home by herself, right?” obviously Mas Faiz.

“Arkaan invisible, Mas?” I asked the eldest son Mas Faiz who was not visible around the house.

“So come to the event, don't want to be invited home. So it's still there with Jenar and Irkham. Accompanying the children who appear on the stage.” Mas Faiz answers as well as answering my curiosity about the existence of Jenar.

“Accidential from home to here, or just stop by?” Faiz asked me back.

I thought for a moment to answer Mas Faiz's question. Often interact with various types of people, does not make me good at small talk.

“Naufal who jumped here earlier,” I used a 4-year-old boy next to me as an excuse.

Mas Faiz was bearded, as if he did not care about my answer. He turned his eyes to Naufal, “It seems like Arkaan is coming home soon, just wait! Usually the event in pesantren, dzuhur is finished.”

Naufal did not listen too much to Mas Faiz's words, his gaze leading to a pond located at the end of the courtyard. Favorite place for everyone who visits this house.

“Om! Eat iwak, yo!” As expected, Naufal must be impatient to feed the fish.

I asked Mas Faiz for permission to comply with Naufal's request. We left, after Mas Faiz agreed. In my heart I am grateful to bring Naufal here. This chatty little boy, in addition to being used as an excuse, can also accompany fill the time while waiting for Jenar to come home.

Yes, my main reason for coming was none other than wanting to meet him. The girl who managed to dominate my thoughts and feelings. A week does not greet each other directly, I do not deny, miss being present without permission.

In the middle of a hot day, there was the sound of the roar of the vehicle engine entering from the gate. Sontan I turned to the source of the voice, with curiosity. A man who was riding a motorcycle came down to open the gate wider. Two cars and a couple of motorcycles came into the yard. I snorted, knowing for sure the driver of one of the cars that had just stopped right in front of the pendopo.

The murmurs of people sounded vaguely, followed by the sound of the car door being opened and then closed again. Some people just got out of the car, talking to each other, laughing. The scenery is ordinary, but it manages to bring an unusual taste in the heart. It was as if there was heat entering the bloodstream, making my body feel sultry.

“Arkaan!” naufal called out to a little boy who was being led by Jenar.

Everyone who was new came, looked at us. Arkaan flinched, for a moment then she ran over. It looked a happy twinkle on that sweaty little face.

My eyes cannot be separated from staring at Jenar. He stood glued to the side of the car, perhaps surprised to see me. For a moment our views met. Even from a considerable distance, I could see a thin curve on her lips before she looked down. Moments later, he seemed busy unloading things from the car with the people.

“Om! By fishing ora?” I nodded, without taking my eyes off. Not allowing Naufal to fish, nor did he want to take off the gaze of the overwhelmed girl carrying a few bags of crackles.

My feet were about to step up, moved to help Jenar. However, at the same time, I saw Lion quickly taking over the luggage from the girl's hand. Immediately I expressed my intention, disappointment crept into my feelings.

Naufal and Arkaan's carefree chirps sounded out loud in the ears. I am not angry, for my mind and heart are busy. Blood feels boiling, more and more sultry felt all over the body to the head. My hands clenched, holding back the overflow of flavors that were present just like that.

I was angry to find out that Jenar went with Lion, as well as envious because the man could quickly blend in with the people around Jenar. As powerful as I am against the twisted taste. Although I have been trained to control emotions in front of people, but this time I admit I have difficulty doing it.

It is not easy to accept all the emotions that come to the heart. Really, I'm sorry I came here today. Someone whose presence I miss every night, hoping to meet in a dream or reality. However, this miss is only jealous. It wasn't a meeting like this that I expected.

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Seriate....

Hey guys, somebody's really jealous. What would it be like if Hara who had realized her feelings faced Lion who was not afraid to seek the attention of Jenar and her family? What happened at Aneesha's house, huh? The Bharatayudha War or the Third World War? Hara is already hot, nih. hawanya like exposed to volcanic ash eruption of Mount Merapi like he. hehe ....