Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

104. Hope and Do'a are different

🌵Seek every morning, because there is a new opportunity coming. It could be time for hope and do’a embedded granted.🌵

Cold air early in the morning infiltrates through the ventilation hole. The atmosphere of a house full of warmth. Everyone sat around the dining table. A typical birthday dish in the form of yellow rice tumpeng decorated with various kinds of side dishes and garnishes made of vegetables, presented beautifully on the dining table.

“If it's 17 years, right, sweet seventh. Because today Jenar is 20 years old, so what's her name, huh?” Riani held her own chin, pretending to think.

“Whatever the important name do’anya, Nda.” Aneesha replied.

“One stays! Let's cut the tumpeng, boy!” riani orders while giving a plate and spoon to his daughter.

“Berdo’a first, Nda!” Linga reminds that they need to’ family members who are getting older.

“Oh, yes. Almost forgot! Father who led do’a!” Riani pointed at her husband.

“Kok daddy? There is Mas Teguh here who is older, there is a pack ustadz Faiz as well, more worthy to lead do’a than father.” refused Fares.

“Lho, your son Jenar, Res! His father more afdhol lead do’a!” throw Pakdhe Teguh.

“Iya's right, Om. Better his father who led do’a on his son's birthday.” Faiz added.

Fares. There was a little debate and throwing each other, because they did not want to lead do’a. This is how big families get together there is always something to argue about.

“Already, already! Arguing this over time cut the tumpeng!” exciting Riani knows if her husband just wants to swipe, “ayo, Ay! Lead do’a, alfatah only let it be fast!”

Jenar, Aneesha and Lingga looked at each other and threw a smile. Memorized if their father always did not believe in leading do’a, but on the other hand, also did not dare to defy Riani's orders.

“Oke.” Fares cleared his throat twice, muttered very softly before saying, “mari both berTO’a so the father's son who is smart but not too beautiful this-”

Fares' sentence was paused by the cries of his children and wife, “Dad!”

Fares chuckled before continuing to do’a while raising his hands, “For the sweet and smart father's son .. Rinjani Jenar Adhitama is always given health, safety, fortune, a long blessed age, a long blessed life, and soon be reunited with his soul mate ...”

“Last sentence can be skipped, no, Yah?” jenar Protest.

Fares shook his head, “Aamiin ..” Everyone agreed in unison by cupping the palm of the hand on the face.

Jenar had no choice but to join in muttering the word ‘aamiin’. He then rushed to cut the tip of the tumpeng. Dividing pieces of tumpeng to everyone present.

“We eat together.” said Riani.

“Jam so eat, Ri?” Sari turned wall clock, “sahur meal time 03.00 am.”

“Sahur is also not pa-pa, Budhe. Later at 07.00 new breakfast.” as late as Aneesha.

“Pregnant mothers are free to eat how many times, anytime.” Jenar chimed, “Ngak will be fat because the ration is divided equally baby in the stomach.”

“Eh, yes. Aneesha's pregnant like you, yeah, Ri. Just his stomach was big, his body did not change. In the past budhe was pregnant all swollen bodies, there was no shape at all.” said Sari.

Jenar rubbed her brother's stomach, “How many kilos, Kak?”

“From before pregnancy until the last control just up seven kilos.” replied Aneesha.

“Wah, really envious. I'm pregnant up to 20kg, Sha.” Nanda.

“You are mending weight up because you are pregnant, lha Jenar just smell the smell of your cooking, the scales have automatically shifted to the right.” always Jenar who invites everyone's laughter.

The atmosphere of the dining room of a joglo house that is usually quiet, is now crowded and full of family warmth. They eat together, enjoy a special dish of yellow rice, omelet, beef dough, dried potatoes, parchment, fried sambal ati, do not forget tomato sauce that aromas appetizing.

Birthdays do not have to be celebrated. However, there is no harm in gathering with the whole family to commemorate the day of increasing age. As an expression of gratitude have been given the opportunity to live and feel the increasing age.

“Whose yellow rice cook, Nda?” ask Jenar who has finished eating.

“Mother, dong. Assisted by Nanda and Mbak Sari.” replied Riani.

“Pantesan tasty, dried potatoes made by mother also definitely.” Jenar guessed.

Riani nodded. The dishes on the dining table had been toilet, people were one by one inching away. Only the Adhitama family still chatted lightly, while enjoying a birthday cake.

“Kuenya also good, mother who made?” The strings take a knife, cutting a box-shaped cake with full decoration of pink and purple.

“Not, the cake was made by Hara.” replied Riani, “Be willing to buy it, but Hara is willing to make it."

Jenar chuckled, not believing that it was Hara who made such a beautiful cake. He took some cake with a spoon, and ate it. Soft textured chocolate cake touching tongue. He enjoyed the taste of the cake while closing his eyes. Give the tongue a chance to threshen the notification signal to the brain conditions.

"Masa Pak Hara can make cakes as good as this?" ask Jenar sangsi.

"Surely he made it, really. If the ornamental is Nanda assisted by Budhe Sari." explained Riani.

Although still not believing, but Jenar did not continue his assumption. He chose to change the subject.

“Indeed mother and father come what time, kok, can cook a lot of gini?” Jenar wants to know how her family prepared a birthday surprise for her.

“Mother and father until Magelang noon, dzuhur depleted. Budhe Sari and Nanda have been shopping for cooking purposes for yellow rice, because mother plans to cook immediately until her home Mbah uti.” explained Riani.

“Kak Neesha same Lingga from noon also at home Mbah uti?” ask Jenar.

Aneesha shook her head, “Kakak until it is night, if Lingga is picked up from morning.”

“Who picked up Lingga? Pakdhe Strong? Kok can get out, he said for six months he should not be visited let alone out of dorm.” Jenar was curious how her sister could get out of the dormitory which was very strict rules.

Lingga laughs, “I also did not expect to be able to make it out. If you pick up your father or Pakdhe Teguh, you may not be allowed in.”

“Absolutely who picked you up?” Jenar is curious.

“Pak Hara,” Lingga replied by advancing the body, “mau know the reason given by Mr Hara so that I am allowed out of the dorm?”

Everyone stared at Lingga seriously, waiting for the man to continue the sentence.

Aneesha and Jenar compactly sneered, while others responded with an assortment of reactions. Some shook their heads, exhaled, smiled lightly, some were even ordinary.

“Ngawur once used the reason Grandpa died, if really what happened? Words are do’a!” Aneesha disagrees with Hara's actions in order to get her sister's permission out of the dorm.

“Pak Hara didn't make up the times, Sister. Right, right, if our grandfather is dead and all the families today have to come together to do’a? But do'a birthday, not for the corpse.” Linga analyze.

Aneesha was silent, digesting the words of Linga.

“If Mr. Hara says it gini ‘Lingga must go home, because his grandfather is dead.’ That was just a lie, because grandfather died a long time ago, right? Even before we were born.” explanation Lingga makes everyone mangosteen.

“Pak Hara cool, loh. They can solve problems without creating new ones. Not wrong is indeed a confidant Kak Reyfan.” praises Lingga.

Reyfan smiled, inwardly agreeing with his sister-in-law's praise of Hara. Although in some ways, Hara often makes him upset.

“You're right, Deck. Hara is always reliable for any business, the totality of her work. To the extent that he wants to shuttle Genar to campus.” Aneesha said in a quipped tone while glancing to the right.

Riani frowned, Fares stopped the movement of the hand about to take the teacup, Lingga smiled meaningfully, while Jenar suddenly choked.

“Know where you Hara shuttle Jenar to campus? How come no one told dad?” fares asked with a probing eye and a dislike tone.

“Hara herself told us, yes, Pi?” Aneesha elbowed Reyfan's arm sitting to her left. The one who was followed replied with a nod.

“You didn't tell me dad, Dek?” Fares turned the question to Jenar. The girl panicked, as she had not yet prepared an answer.

“Only this trivial matter need not be told as well, Well. Our office and Jenar's campus are one-way, so it's only natural that they leave together, right?” Aneesha tried to give a plausible explanation, seeing her father almost ignited in anger. However, the answer he gave was wrong, it made Fares feel cheated.

“Sepele according to you, but not for dad. Father does not teach father's children to lie and keep secrets from parents.” Fares bluffed, turning the originally warm atmosphere into gripping.

The strings lowered, squeezing the fingers under the table while shaking the legs, a sign of panic. He did not expect to be judged so soon on a matter that he did not want to tell. The contents in his head swirled around, like threads slowly getting tangled.

He had not found the correct sentence to answer his father's question until Faiz came and pulled a chair and sat down near Fares. Apparently he heard the conversation at the dinner table that was almost heating up. Luckily he had heard the story about Jenar and Aina who could not go home because the bike broke down on the road.

“I asked Hara to drop off Jenar, Om. Because of that time Aina's motor broke down and had to enter the workshop. Pity that Jenar was late for class, because Aina could not pick up at the Jombor terminal. Also if you come home at night, pity can not get to the bus he. Transport from campus to terminal, right, a long time ago.” Faiz patiently explained at length to Fares.

Although no one asked, he only felt the need to straighten out the problem before negative prejudices arose. He also did not want to be considered negligent to maintain the trust entrusted to him. For he was very sure between Jenar and Hara it was impossible to harm the trust given.

“Dad don't get me wrong first, dong. Not yet explained, already emotional.” grumbled Aneesha.

“Know, Here, Dad!” Linga.

“Ya, sorry. Jenar remained silent, not answering. Dad so guessed the no-no.” Fares remained with an attitude of not being blamed.

“Dad kayak just know Kak Jenar, where can he immediately answer if asked with a threatening tone?” Linga grumbled, Aneesha throbbed and Jenar slowly raised her head.

“Already, do not need to be extended. No problem Jenar ushered Hara, the origin is clear direction and purpose. After all Hara is not secretly, right, pick you up? He came to this house, kept driving you home also to this house, right?” Riani tried to mediate.

Jenar nodded, a sigh of relief could be heard from her nose. The worry and fear that had just burst out slowly faded, painting a sweet smile on the lips. While staring at Faiz, he moved his mouth, thanking her silently.

“Eh, Hara where to, anyway? From earlier invisible, why did he not follow the surprise to Jenar?” Riani suddenly realized the absence of the most meritorious person for the success of this early morning surprise.

“May sleep, Bun. He said he was sleepy and tired.” Reyfan replied.

Sayup-sayup heard qiro’ah voice from the nearest mosque. Jenar immediately finished off the cake that was left a little and drank water. Then along with his father, mother and sister he raised his hand to read do’a and fasting intentions. It is customary for this family to fast on birthdays. As an expression of gratitude for increasing age, as well as a reminder of yourself, that the age ration on earth is decreasing.

“Om want dawn prayer in mosque?” faiz asked while standing up.

“At home only,” replied Fares, then exclaimed to his son, “Lingga same Reyfan if you want jama’ah in the mosque with Faiz there!”

“I am at home only, Well.” replied Reyfan lazily, he felt tired and sleepy. If not for the sake of respecting his wife's family, surely he would rather sleep than eat together early in the morning.

“Lingga is also at home, Dad. After that want to sleep all day.” sahut Lingga.

“So everyone wants to pray at home, huh? Yes, I went alone. Schedule to fill the morning study at the mosque, so must join the jama’.” Faiz extended a hand before Fares to say goodbye.

Fares was amazed by Teguh's son-in-law, still young but his preaching spirit was huge. It would not be wrong if Faiz had always been the mainstay of a large family for religious affairs. In his heart he felt envious, wanted to also have a daughter-in-law who was kind and studied religion like Faiz.

“Lingga azan there!” fares' orders.

As commanded, everyone hurried to disperse. The phallus follows Fares and Reyfan to the back door. While there are women who pay their respects in the toilet, there are also those who directly take the wudlu.

Half ran Jenar out of the back door, following Aneesha and her mother who had already walked towards the musala. While passing the path in front of a small gazebo near the park, he stopped. A body lying on its back by folding its hands on its chest attracted his attention. He extended his neck, looked at the face of anyone who slept in the cold air piercing the bones like this, without a pillow or blanket. Since the other residents of the house are already in the musala to fulfill the obligation.

Once he found out that the man was Hara, Jenar rushed back into the house. Not until one minute, the girl has returned with a blanket picture of her favorite pink princes. Carefully, he spread out the blanket to cover Hara's body to be slightly protected from the bone-chilling cold air. After that he left, continued the step towards musala because it was awaited for congregational prayer’ah. It was the first dawn of its 20th year. The right morning to hang do’a and hope about the future.

Hara's sleep is not too deep. He felt a delicate object touch the skin of the hand that was not covered by the jacket. Lazily he opened a few eyes, finding Jenar running away. A faint smile adorned his lips, and he closed his eyes again while closing the blanket. The fragrant aroma of the flowers smelled from the blanket that was not too thick but very smooth. He took a deep breath, smelling a familiar scent in his sense of smell; the scent of Jenar.

This was a morning he would never forget in his entire life. Where for the first time, there was a girl who paid attention to him. Simple attention that is quite hard on the heart. It is a beautiful morning as the beginning of a hopeful day about the future.

Unconsciously they both hang expectations, throwing do’a from the heart to the owner of the universe. But in a different way and a different way ….

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Connect ....

Is there a birthday this month? May be healthy always and granted what is your goal. Sorry, because of my limited motion these few days can not routine up. hehe. (Ah, usual excuses!) 

So this .. yes, so. This story should have ended one more chapter, but since I still love them, so just extended it, yes. Still waiting, right, even though the up is not routine. No waiting, either, papa, haha. 

See you in the next chapter, what will happen?