Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

118. Sister's advice

...🌵Female siblings are the most considerate, at the same time affectionate human beings.🌵...

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Hara has been living with us for a few months. From the beginning, I wished that he lived comfortably and could mingle with this family. I know it is very difficult for him who is accustomed to various luxuries, to have to adjust to a simple life like us in a deserted village. But he seems to enjoy it.

Hara never protested about food. Whatever was available, he must have eaten it. He also did not mind having to share the bed with the father, even sometimes the three with Naufal. When I asked him to help with the work in the garden, he responded with pleasure. I am so happy that he has perfected our family.

Although different beliefs, but we never intersect with each other. He woke up whenever the call of tahajud prayer rang from the mosque loudspeakers. If we are praying, he also ber’a according to his own beliefs. He befriended the santri in the pesantren, despite not performing the same worship. While dropping off Kyai Ali, Hara did not mind hearing Islamic songs along the way that played on car audio. Even he was also not aware when Kyai Ali asked to stop at the mosque and faithfully waited until the completion of prayer.

That night Hara came home very late. It's not new, but it's different tonight. Either it's just my feeling, or he's not okay. His steps looked lethargic, his hair was tangled and his face was like he was thinking of something very heavy.

My suspicions were clouded when I saw him daydreaming a lot while fiddling with hp, an activity he had very rarely done. Indeed Hara is a man who does not talk much, but daydreaming, obviously not his habit. It was as if he had a strange problem.

Out of curiosity, I tried to speak from heart to heart with Hara. Finally he wanted to tell a story, even if not explicitly. My guess is right, that he's having a problem with someone. It's worth it that he looks frustrated, the problems with women are always complicated.

I was quite surprised to find out he was having problems with Jenar, which was quite unexpected. I think Hara is having a disagreement with her boyfriend, as she looks very confused. Not at all I suspect, if the one who is disturbing the mind of Hara is a beautiful girl who looks Muslim, Jenar.

I had time to give Hara advice to solve the problem. However, it didn't seem to work as his face still looked tangled. Even today he said he would return to Jakarta fulfilling a job call. I guess I should ask before he leaves.

“Mbak, later say my saying goodbye to father, yes! I don't seem to have time to wait for my father to return to the pilgrimage." Hara's voice drew my consciousness from the daydream.

I stopped the movement of folding clothes, then I gave the pile of neat clothes to Hara. I was helping him to get better.

“Truly you want to go?” my question as I glanced at the items on the bed, ready to be put in the bag.

Hara turned her head, “Penginnya, anyway, do not need to return to Jakarta. How huh? Ma'am, right, knows I'm just an errand boy who must obey the orders of the employer. If the boss has given the mandate, abstinence is rejected. Later the business will be long.”

“Unfortunately your boss is fierce, yes?” manya curious.

“Not bad, anyway, Ma'am. But she killer.” replied Hara while putting the shirt in the bag.

“Then why don't you just resign? Later to make a mistake, you were killed by your boss.” I became worried about the work my sister did, if the boss was a murderer.

“Neither to be killed, too, Ma'am. My boss even though it looks killer but damage the cobwebs only he used excuse me first, where dare he kill.” explained Hara.

Ah, how, anyway? He said his boss was a killer, now even give an explanation if he did not dare to kill. How confusing.

“If working here the salary is small, yes? So it must be hard to take off work there, even though you are here also working as a driver Kyai Ali.” I grumbled even though I still do not understand the story.

“Not just because of salary, anyway, Ma'am. I'm happy to be Kyai Ali's driver. But this is more because of the real responsibility. The work I do in Jakarta is not as I imagined.” seems Hara knows I am confused, what does she work as, anyway?

“Iya, huh. Mbak does not know much about your work, which is important take care of yourself well.” I sighed heavily, “If it's there, hopefully you don't forget to look at us here.”

“No, Ma'am. You can stay here, right?”

I sneered at Hara's question, then answered ketus, “Of course you can, this house door is always open for you.”

Hara took a breath, “Not gone, but it feels like she's missing, nih.”

I saw him grabbing Naufal's head that had been on the line, then hugging him. A scene that successfully cultivates a clear liquid in the eye pelupuk. Hara's presence for several months in this house has given birth to affection between us. He was very familiar with Naufal, for sure they would miss each other later.

“Om when is back?” not yet gone, Naufal had asked when Hara would return home.

I saw Hara scrambling Naufal's hair, “Or you're not naughty, om sure soon back.”

“Naufal ora naughty, om promise ya cepet bali!” Naufal asked Hara to promise him to come home soon.

Hara hugged Naufal. For a while they talked to each other randomly, then laughed. While I was busy shrinking the wet corners of the eyes. It's heavy, but I can't help his departure. Just do’a sincerely I promised to take it off. Because no matter how far the distance, will be eroded by do’a that penetrate the sky.

“No need to mourn, Hara only returned to Jakarta not to the Divine Presence.” cetus heavy voice that I know very well.

“If you are joking can see the situation, Mas? Part of the speech was do’a, so speak well or be quiet.” I grumble because Mas Akmal joked at the wrong time. However, instead he and Hara laughed.

“OK, sorry.” said Mas Akmal while wiping my arm, “Don't cry! Shame on the eyes of the child, tuh.”

I glanced sharply at him. This husband of mine can never be serious, however the situation is always made in jest. Take a look at two different-age humans who are laughing. I breathed heavily. These guys are a bitch sometimes.

“Ternal Mbak Nabila crybaby, yes?” hara said in a serious tone. I wanted to laugh because he said it with a flat face.

“Eh, wrong jam!” exclaimed Mas Akmal, “He can be angry even though the tone of the voice rose ten octaves, but the feeling is as smooth as a spider web.”

“Mas!” I hit Mas Akmal's arm, so he stopped joking. Because I still have to have a serious chat with Hara.

I see Hara has finished putting clothes into the travel bag, meaning she is ready to go. I need to find out before he actually leaves.

“Oya, Hara! Have you met Jenar?” ask me to vent.

Hara shook her head, took a breath and put on her jacket.

“So the problem between you guys is not finished, dong?” I frowned, it was possible that Hara would leave while the problem with Jenar was not finished.

I heard a heavy gasp before Hara replied, “How to finish if she doesn't want to see me. I've tried to meet him, but he always dodges. Even he deliberately did not come home to not meet me.”

“Yes, Alloh! Meaning you're going to leave with an unfinished problem?" my regrets.

“The problem is so big, yes, until he feels at home in you?” I'm still wondering what Hara's mistake was so that Jenar wouldn't meet her.

Hara shrugged, “I think it's normal, anyway, she's the one that's too much.”

I saw the look on his face turn sad, like he was regretting something. I am a woman who has become a mother, little know if someone's facial expression shows his heart.

“Hara!” I called, so that my sister would look at me.

“Can I ask you something? Somewhat offending your privacy, anyway. But mbak really wants to know.” I continue the question.

Once I glanced at Mas Akmal who was throbbing, he had indeed memorized that I had high curiosity.

“What's the question, Ma'am?” Hara looked at me intensely.

“Do not take offense, huh? Ma'am wants to know, do you like Jenar?” I immediately asked him a question without further ado.

“Ehm ...,” Hara laughs, “Suka?” he turned his eyes to me, then glared again, “No idea, mbak”

“Where, anyway, just asked for it the answer is difficult. Just answer yes or no, it is very difficult.” grumbled.

Hara laughs, but sounds discordant, “Once, Ma'am. I just feel like there's less if you don't see him a day.”

Hearing Hara's answer I don't know why I want to smile. Without even asking, I knew that she was in love with Jenar. If he had no more feelings, he might be frustrated just because Jenar was angry.

“Why Genar, anyway?” suddenly a thought came to mind.

“What happened to Jenar, Ma'am? Don't you like him?" Hara wants to know the reason for my question.

“Since first met, mbak immediately likes Jenar. He was kind, graceful, polite, and knew he came from a distinguished family. Not pessimistic, but he doesn't seem to fit you.”.

“No match on which part, Ma'am? I am less handsome, or less rich?”

I sighed before answering Hara's question, “Not about it, Hara."

“Then?” Hara's after my explanation.

“If you really like him, you have to be serious. If only he was playing pity on her. Although I do not know him and his family very well, but women like Jenar do not deserve to be played.” I give an understanding that sounds like advice.

“Mbak was right, his father Jenar was his best friend Kyai Ali when he was young. Until now they're still exchanging news." Hara paused for a moment her sentence.

“Oya?” I was shocked, my worries grew.

"Where might I dare to mess with him, Ma'am. Her brother is the owner of the company I work for. If I dare to play tricks on him, then my life will not be quiet." continued Hara.

“Then you better think again, want to be serious or get here just the same Genar. Before you are disappointed and languish because of heartache." I suggested.

“Hearted?” ask Hara.

“Iya, heartache for being rejected by his parents Jenar.” I explained.

“Mbak why not already pessimistic, anyway? Not even struggling to be told to give up.” grumbled Hara.

"What are you doing, Nduk. Not yet have the mind of his parents Jenar does not agree with Hara. Just imagine it's just a shady." Mas Akmal follow nimbrung.

"My opinion comes from Mas." I looked at Hara and Mas Akmal alternately.

“Jenar's parents will definitely not let go of his daughter edited by men of other faiths. You will not only struggle to get his love Jenar and the blessing of parents, but the Ridho Alloh as well. Love with different beliefs will not work, Hara!” I intentionally emphasized in a few words in that sentence.

Hara seemed to think, hopefully she realized that what will be faced with liking Jenar is a long and steep bridge. Even in my heart I wish they were a match. However, there was no way I would impose my will on them. Moreover, asking Hara to convert in order to pursue love, is definitely not the nature of a Muslim.

That night Hara left with unanswered questions. May he return with answers and glad tidings.

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Hi, friends ... may always be in the protection of Allh SWT.

very hot weather today, hopefully not as hot as Hara's heart is being troubled.

Yesterday I looked at the number of comments in the last chapter. Yes, Allah very seneng it feels. a year off without news, it turns out there are still many who wait.pardon me who have no feelings. 😁

Thank you readers who have left likes, comments, gifts. really is the most pleasant mood booster in times of unstable conditions and situations.😍😍😘

As I promise, I will try to up 1 chapter each week, the day is not certain. if I can type cepet, up cepet.and vice versa.

Congratulations on reading and wait for the next chapter. Kira2 how ya after Hara to Jakarta. does he miss me? 😄😄