Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

110. Special Gift

...🌵If you can't express your feelings through verbal, a gift is the right way to start the approach.🌵...

Hara got out of the car after a while. The sun's light has dimmed, the wind was blowing strongly fused with the traffic of vehicles on the highway.

He pulled two corners of his lips, looking at the back of the girl who was standing not far from the car. In the dimness of the twilight, the figure of the girl looked like a beautiful silhouette looked to the eyes. The sound of breathing was heard, before he approached the girl who was gamy and her long headscarf waved because of the wind.

“Thank you for the tea and eucalyptus oil,” said Hara opened her voice after clearing her throat several times.

Jenar simply gave an answer by nodding, then looking down. In his mind he was thinking about the events of today. The girl who met Hara at the mall, the treatment of the man who made her hand hurt, until the one that had just happened in the car. Why was she so weak as a woman, that she let a man hold her hand so many times without permission. Hara has succeeded in undermining her principles.

Hara glanced to the side, it appeared that Jenar was playing the legs with both palms squeezing each other and the head moving irregularly. Habit if this girl is agitated. He thought maybe the incident in the car had made Jenar uncomfortable.

Silent moment. Hara and Jenar were both immersed in their thoughts. There was only the noise of the vehicle and the roar of strong winds. The twilight dimmed, adding to the quiet atmosphere between the two.

“Ka-lau Pak Hara is better, we can go home now,” jirih Jenar with a slightly stamped tone.

The girl then turned around to take a step back to the car. However, Hara immediately prevented it.

“True, wait!” exciting Hara.

Jenar stopped her steps, taking a deep breath without turning around. What else this time was Hara trying to do.

“I have improved, but I have not been able to concentrate. We should rest first.” said Hara.

Jenar turned around, looking at Hara with her forehead furrowed deeply. He did not understand what Hara meant. In the mind had thought that Hara was stalling for time so as not to go home immediately.

“We rest for a while, almost maghrib too. Mbak Nabila often said, it's not good to be on the road ahead of the night like this. What, yeah, his name? Slap, flippers, spare? What, anyway, forgot ...,” Hara scratched her head that was not itchy, then knitted her eyebrows, like a person who was thinking hard.

Jenar had to shut her mouth as she almost laughed at the words mentioned by Hara. He knew what was meant by the time before Maghrib, the change from afternoon to night and the myths that most Javanese believe.

Ojo metu-metu yen wayah surub, mundak keno candik olo. (do not leave the house before Maghrib, will be bad).

That's what he often gets when he's little. It is not good to come out before Maghrib, let alone a girl. In addition to worrying about meeting bad people, the time leading up to Maghrib is when wandering around the jinn bullies.

“Mbak Nabila often talk to me if you are in the course of time like this should rest first. I don't know why, but I feel I need to follow it. He said a lot of bad things can happen at a time like this. Sarap, yes, his name?” Hara explained what she knew during her stay at Nabila's house. The thing that made Jenar really could not help but laugh.

“Why are you laughing? I was wrong?” plain asked Hara, because she did not know what made Jenar laugh until she covered her mouth with her palm.?

“Not wrong, Mr. Hara, just not right. The time leading up to maghrib like this, when the turn of the afternoon into night .. the name is surup, not sarap, fins, serep let alone surip.” explained Jenar after being able to control his laughter.

“Well, that's her name. I forgot.” Hara smiled, hearing Jenar's answer.

“Indeed it's not good to go out during the e-mail, but we haven't been outside since? So it's okay to continue the journey, which is important be careful and vigilant. After all, it's just a Javanese myth. Although the myth can be attributed to scientific logic, sih.” Jenar added an explanation.

“Despite the myth, still I do not dare to deny the advice of Mbak Nabila. Naufal said, I'll take it later. So we rest first.” Hara was firm with her stance.

Not only because he obeyed Nabila's words, but actually he wanted to lure Jenar to tell him about the incident that made him cry.

“Then where do we want to rest? In the car? Free, subtle creatures can still come to us.” said Jenar.

Hara widened her eyes, “Smooth creature? You mean what?”

“Mitos out surup, right, with regards to the subtle creatures. You definitely don't know the real story, do you?” The truth hinges on explanations.

Hara shook her head, an idea to extend the time flashed through her mind, “Wah! Looks interesting. How about we take a break while you tell the myth about the slope. Let me know exactly what it is like.”

“Almost maghrib, Sir. If not immediately home later I am late to pray.” reject Jenar half grumbled.

“Find a place that can pray continuously you can also tell.” progeny Hara.

“Where?” ask Jenar.

Hara thought for a moment as she spread her gaze around. A smile was engraved on his lips, just as his gaze stopped on the tent stall not far from where they were standing. It seems like luck is on his side.

“We eat there, later I ask the same that sells. Who knows near here there is musola or mosque.” Hara pointed at the tent stall with a yellow banner that depicted several kinds of poultry and fish.

Jenar followed the direction of Hara's index finger, then alternately looked at the tent stall and the man in front of her. There was a slight sense of hesitation, of not believing that Hara had invited her to eat in such a very simple place.

“Then think, hunted caught delicate creature!” suddenly Hara pulled on Jenar's hand without permission, making her owner flinch.

Jenar stomped her hands, forcibly removing from Hara's grasp while saying ketus, “I can walk alone do not need to be held.”

“Seneng really hold my hand, the habit of never asking permission to hold the hand of people.” next Genar grumble.

“Just hold hands should use permission, is your hand a valuable item? Although your hands are as smooth as silk, but it is excessive.” replied Hara lightly.

“Excessive?” Jenar stared intently at Hara, paused for a moment, then said tightly, “For the father may be excessive, for me this is a principle. Next time don't hold my hand! I don't like it!”

Hara laughed again, “Don't hope! I can hold anything, belonging to anyone as I please without asking the owner's permission. So don't be too colossal so people!”

Jenar let out a rude breath, felt free to talk about the principle with the annoying guy and did not know this rule.

“Don't just stand there! Even though there are no subtle creatures that want to take you, but if there is anything, I am also the one who bothered.”, Hara said to Jenar who was pecking with an annoyed look. The look of such a face that actually makes Hara anxious.

With heavy steps, Jenar followed Hara. The tent stall was very quiet as they entered, there was only the salesman who was a husband and wife pair welcoming them kindly. As said earlier, Hara asked the whereabouts of the nearest mosque or musola before ordering food.

Hara's fresh face, her tone straightforward as usual, did not look at all like a sick person. Jenar so thought, lest he had been bullied by the man. However, the thought must be halau for a while, because the shop owner invited him to go to the mosque together.

Upon returning from the mosque, Jenar saw Hara talking with a man who was nothing but a shop owner. They looked up together, whether they were talking about what. Jenar's suspicions that had been dispelled, now present again, saw a plate containing the rest of chicken bones and default lying in front of Hara.

“I haven't ordered you to eat, I'm afraid it's like that. Already booked left, free I paid but not eaten.” grumbled Hara when Jenar sat in front of him.

“It looks like someone has eaten a lot, nih.” Jenar said, “Doyan or hungry, sir? Don't-don't Mr. Hara just pretended to be sick, huh?”

“Who said? I was really sick, kok.” replied Hara lightly while smoking her cigarette.

“Logikanya if people have stomach pain, so no appetite. But this Mr. Hara ate a lot of food.” Jenar pointed at the leftovers in front of Hara.

“I am sick from hunger. Did you know I have to eat three meals a day regularly at the same hour every day? I missed lunch and it was almost night, obviously my stomach hurt.” Hara explained in a blaming tone.

Jenar saw Hara's face, there was no trace of lies there. Guilt comes from the heart, creeping, twisting. He sat weakly with his shoulders down, his head down and fingers intertwined.

“Pak Hara did not have to look for me earlier, because I have sent a message to mr.” lirih Jenar.

"How could I not look for you? If we're going together, you're my responsibility. I can be blamed if you go home alone and nothing happens on the road." replied Hara firmly.

Jenar took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. He didn't expect Hara to answer sarcastically.

"What message do you want?" hara asked after seeing the water Jenar's face turned sad.

Jenar ordered a fried quail, complete with rice, sambal and lalapan as well as a glass of hot sweet orange. As long as Jenar ate, Hara kept watching her.

"Why did Mr. Harain see me continue? A taker?" jenar asked, realizing that Hara's eyes were on her.

Hara shook her head with a small smile. Not the food he noticed, but the way Jenar ate. A serious facial mimic, a way of chewing that does not rush, even mouthfuls after mouthfuls look adorable.

"Sir Hara wants to try?" Jenar offered a piece of quail meat to Hara.

Hara was stunned for a moment, thinking. This was a rare opportunity, one that might not exist anymore. Other times it may not be able to taste the food directly from the hands of Jenar. However, after weighing in, Hara decided not to accept the offer. Let the people enjoy food without sharing it.

Hara patiently waited for Jenar to finish her meal. After that, Hara picked up a pink color box that she had prepared since earlier. Without saying anything, he thrust it to Jenar.

"What is this, sir?" Jenar was surprised, suddenly Hara gave her a gift.

"Tempo the day you asked for a gift, right? It's your birthday gift from me." replied Hara after turning off the cigarette that lives on her butts only.

Jenar smiled, it turned out that the chatter of pleasantries the other day was taken seriously by Hara. But he didn't really want Hara to give him a birthday present.

"Can I open, sir?" jenar asked with her fingers on the box.

Hara nodded, inviting. Carefully, Jenar opened the ribbon that bound the box. His forehead crinkles deeply when the box is open and the contents are visible. For a few seconds, he stared at the contents of a gift that he thought was unusual.

While Hara looks relaxed, as if her gift is ordinary. He had thought long before deciding on the item to be given to Jenar as a gift. So, he was very confident, that this was the most special gift.

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Seriate....

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