Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

15. An angel in a syar'i gamis.

...🍁Awakdwe tau duwe shadow, tomorrow yen wes wayah omah-omahan .. I moco qur’ sarungan, kowe nyimak gamisan.🍁...

(Taken from the lyrics of the song titled 'Mendung Tanpo Udan'. Popularized by Ndarboy genk. With adjustments, let it fit into the santri version.)

Ghufron Alghazali's.

I am a final-level student of medical science faculty, the best campus in Yogyakarta. Also included is the most favorite campus in Indonesia. Many students are scrambling to study here, and I'm one of the lucky ones.

Since childhood, I have wanted to be a doctor. Therefore at the beginning of college, I gave myself a target. When to graduate, then take a specialist education. Where will I serve as a young doctor, in order to get a license to practice, until when will I get married.

Everything was planned, it was written in my diary. Which I read every night, before I go to sleep. In order for the morning when I wake up, I remember what my purpose in life is and what my ideals are.

“Life must be serious, must not play games, because what we do, must be accounted for later,” so the advice of the father that I always remember and foresee.

I come from an ordinary family. You can study at the best campus because of the scholarship program. If not for the scholarship, where able to father who is only a civil servant of the 3rd class country can finance my medical college. Thankfully, my sister and I were both able to attend a good school because of the achievement student duty program.

Therefore, I have to study hard. Make the best use of time to be able to pass according to target. So that the father and mother are proud to have an accomplished child.

However, I can't avoid liking the opposite sex. No matter how hard I try to close my eyes to women, my heart can't lie. Love is just present, without I can prevent, maybe that is how Allah presents happiness in my life.

The first time I met Jenar was when I had just finished a meeting with the student executive board (BEM). It was the last day of re-registration of new students.

I saw Jenar leaning against the wall. Alone in a quiet place from student traffic. He looked like he was breathing something. At that time I did not know what was inhaled deeply by Jenar. What makes me even more curious is that Jenar's hands experience tremors, but gradually subside after taking a long breath while inhaling the goods in his hand.

I watched him for a long time, from looking very panicked complete with tremor hands until he was calm and able to stand upright. Jenar was surprised when she saw me watching her from a distance. He was terrified and took a quick step away from me.

Actually curious, but I'm not like the gossip mums who are willing to do anything for the sake of his curiosity fulfilled. So at that time, I let Jenar go. I don't know him yet, for me he's just a foreign freshman.

My second meeting with Jenar was while I was waiting for the bus at the stop. I saw Jenar also at the same stop as me. He got out of the crowd, standing alone at the very edge of the bus stop. Like the first time I saw him, he was breathing something out of his hand. At that time I also did not know what was inhaled by Jenar and why did he experience tremors?

I never thought that I would meet up with Jenar again. Maybe this is called a soul mate must meet. Dih, what the hell, anyway? At that time, I did not know Jenar and did not know that I would fall in love with her. Falling in real love until I dare to bring Jenar home, meet my parents.

The more I see it, the more often I see it. He joined the same organization as me. Making my curiosity flutter, provoking my love for him.

Jenar is a unique girl in my opinion. She is cheerful and smart, but always shy when asked to speak in front of a crowd. If other girls his age fill free time with shopping, watching concerts, or a walk to the mall. Not with Jenar. The sweet girl always filled her free time with sleep.

I've seen him sitting in a mosque hallway with his eyes closed and books open in his lap, clearly visible if he was sleeping. I often see Jenar in the library, I think she's concentrating on reading books. It turns out that behind the position of the book that stands with the page open, Jenar is already in the dream realm. His head rested on the table, with both hands holding the book.

I saw Jenar sitting in the cafeteria with her friends. At first I thought they were joking about the latest gossip on campus. It turned out that Jenar's friends were laughing at Jenar who was sleeping, leaning his head on the table with his own hands.

Funny indeed, in a state of crowded canteens and noisy friends, Jenar can be lulled in the dream without being disturbed in the slightest.

It was a whim of Jenar's friends, deliberately leaving the girl away. Visitors to the canteen noticed Jenar who slept soundly alone was left behind by her friends.

I approached Jenar, instantly all who looked at her were oblivious. It's no secret that I'm one of the most respected students on campus. People don't want to have problems with me, because that means problems with the friends behind me.

I sat before Jenar, folding both hands on the table, watching him sleep quietly. Jenar's sleeping face made me smile, strange and funny girl. Beautiful, sweet, smart, but can not keep the image.

I deliberately picked up a book that was stacked on the table. I put it near the face of Jenar with a standing position, to dispel the sunlight that enters through the glass window. I don't know why I wanted to protect Jenar from the sun. Want to see Jenar's calm face in sleeping longer.

Amidst my preoccupation with enjoying Jenar's deep face, right next to me was someone who dropped his bag. The sound of debum and clamoring make up tools that fall make noisy, disturbing sleep Jenar. The girl opened her eyes, then straightened her hands on the table, wriggling.

He stared around while closing his mouth as it evaporated. I thinned my lips, held back a smile. I could hardly resist reaching out my hand, correcting the child's hair that was poking out of her headscarf. Thank God I am still sane and can hold back. So I choose to cross while leaning my back on the back of the chair. Enjoyed the rare sight in front of me.

Jenar turned left-right while fixing her headscarf. Insert the child's hair and then rub the face, maybe dispel drowsiness. He hastily tidied up the items on the table, completely unaware that there was me in front of him.

“Evennight overtime, huh? Whynot? Want to do a job or watch a drama?” Jenar stopped the movement, remained silent for a moment, then straightened her head to look at me. Just a few seconds, then he winked, lowering his gaze.

I smiled, finding another piece of Jenar. Makes me want to tease him, “why? I can't stare at ikhwan for more than three seconds, huh?”

“Sorry ...,” says Jenar lirih.

“Why apologize? You, right, not wrong?” I bowed, looking for Jenar's face. But the girl remained solemn in submission.

“Sorry, I have to go.” I saw him hanging a backpack strap on both shoulders.

“Your drink has been paid with your friends,” I give you a payment receipt that was placed on the table since. Jenar accepted, read it at a glance then thanked me.

He hurriedly stood up quickly, then took a step leaving me without a word. Makes me half run after him.

“Why rush? Didn't you sleep well again?” Ask me after successfully aligning steps.

“Sorry, I need to get to class immediately.”

“You're from obstetrics, right?”

“Iya.”

“Bby acquaintance?”

Jenar stopped her steps, looking at me but frowning. Once again I am amazed at his deed. He looked at me for a moment, maybe not more than five seconds.

“Sister chairman BEM last year, right? Who yesterday wrote ospek?”

“Have known you apparently. It's as famous as me.”

I knew Jenar was holding a smile, and it worked to make me anxious. I want to pinch her dimpled cheeks. But of course I didn't, I was a brother who could take care of myself.

“Already know my name means?”

“Kak Ghufron, right?”

“Wah! Cheating, here!”

“Kok, cheating?”

“You already know my name, but I don't know your name yet. That, right, cheats his name?”

Jenar covered her mouth with one hand, laughing small at my joke. We talked but he didn't look me in the face at all, always looking down. It was as if the ceramic floor was more attractive than my face.

“You to class? Looks like our destination is in line.” I said while pointing in a direction. Then we walked together, along a crowded corridor and passed the students with all their activities.

It was the first time I had ever spoken to Jenar. There was absolutely nothing strange, other than that he did not want to look at me. All my questions were answered clearly by Jenar. Until we parted at the corridor intersection, because our class was different.

Jenar ran towards her class after picking up the phone. His friend called, because classes were about to start. In a hurry, Jenar left, but we had not yet officially met. Of course I screamed, not wanting to lose the chance to know the name of the fairy clad in dusty color.

“I don't know your name yet.”

The cute girl turned around, her smile made both niches of her cheeks look, “True. My name is Jenar.”

“Rinjani Jenar Adhitama.”

I held up my thumb. In my heart I promise you, that afternoon was not my last meeting with Jenar. There will be a meeting next. Because I want to know him more, I want to get along with him.

I was just about to step up, my shoes were like stepping on something. I pulled my leg, checked what I was stepping on. I took a plastic wrapped object that turned out to be a coffee sachet with the most familiar brand.

My forehead is wrinkled deep, this item most likely belongs to Jenar. Maybe it fell when the girl took the phone out of her pocket earlier. Which makes me curious. Why did Jenar bring coffee in that little sachet? Why is it open and wrapped in plastic? Really pecking my curiosity.

After getting along with Jenar, I found out that she had a trauma to something. So that he must always carry a coffee sachet in his bag. Tremors on the hands are a sign of trauma is relapsing and the aroma of coffee that can make it calm when. That's why I often see him sipping coffee in the hand.

I don't mind Jenar's trauma, I'd love to help her heal. But Jenar always refused, saying that what she experienced was not trauma but just a kind of phobia. Maybe it's because I'm a stranger to him, so Jenar can't be straightforward.

“Neither, really. Can still handle by yourself.” So said Jenar, when I offered treatment.

Our relationship was just a normal friendship. We often discuss, exchange stories, share information. From small talk, about the tasks and activities of the organization, it increases to talk about the future.

I thought that my relationship with Jenar had been this way. We acknowledge each other's feelings, but we haven't committed yet. Jenar and I agreed to finish college first, just thinking about marriage.

We're not messing around with our relationship, especially me. I was very serious, never in my mind wanted to play the Jenar. How dare I play with the dear girl in his family.

But to get to a more serious level, of course I need careful planning. Because households need to be ready to be born, inner, mental and spiritual, not as simple as imagined.

After all I've shown my seriousness to Jenar. Every time I take her away, I always ask her uncle for permission. I also asked her brother for permission when I visited Jakarta some time ago. Even I have met the parents of Jenar, even though only through a video call.

My mom and dad disagreed with me. For my parents, it's still less serious if I haven't ‘nebung’ (asked) officially on Jenar's parents. We Javanese, of course, uphold the Javanese customs that are familiar with uploading serious, polite.

“True it's not here living with his parents, right? I don't want my son to be thought of playing behind because it doesn't immediately bulge.” So said my father a while ago. After Jenar visited the house, visited me because I was catching a cold.

“Ghufron already knows Jenar's father, sir. Her sister has also met in Jakarta, yes, Lin?” I asked Nalini for justification.

Nalini is the one who knows best what I did with Jenar. Wherever I go with Jenar, Nalini always comes along. Because I don't want to go alone, worried about not being able to shut my ears to the whispers of the devil.

“Yes, still not good. You guys are often heroes together, it feels inappropriate if still without status. At least there was goodwill from the old man, Ghuf. You also have a daughter, do not want your daughter to be played with men.”

“Ghufron don't mess around, sir. It's not time for us to get married. We already have our own target.”

“Yes, if so you guys ta’aruf only, first. We silahturahmi with his family Jenar, so as not to be slandered. Remember, Ghuf! Polah boy, bopo pragah.” *

I remember my old age when I was in the pesantren. The advice that used to be public to me, now I understand its meaning.

“Wa in tu’arrifu fa atsbithu waqif. Waqif ‘alal maqshuuri chatman bil alif." (When you know him, betrothed him and edit him as your spouse as boldly as the letter of alif.)©️

Because he kept pressing, I finally agreed to his wishes. True also said the father, women need certainty not just hope.

I'm going to Jenar. For the first time we just went alone, without Nalini. Because I want to talk to him seriously. I asked which place he most wanted to visit while in Jogja, it turned out to be a lot.

“Queen boko temple, Sindu kusuma edupark, kids fun, parangtritis, rainbow garden (monjali at night) ..” there are many more that Jenar mentioned, making me laugh.

“One place you want to visit the most, Nduk.”

“Sekaten.”

I laughed again. How can I take him to Sekaten? Events held every month Maulud. Instead I took Jenar somewhere, which Jenar did not mention but I made sure she would like it.

That night in Pendopo alawas, the east side of the north square of Yogyakarta. When we sat among hundreds of people there, listening to the music of the golden duet. Which songs become the top playing list in the me-tube application. I'm talking about the most serious thing with Jenar.

Photo Credit by kompasiana.

“Nduk, never did you shadow us if you married like what?”

Jenar nodded, “never mind, Mas.”

“What's baby?”

“True shadowin, if we are married .. out of maghrib we sit face to face. I listened to my memories, really if I was wrong.”

“That's free?”

“Ehm .. shadow me to take me home from work, keep us home together. Or we work in the same hospital, leaving together, lunch together, so.”

I smiled, “so simple, Nduk?"

“Happy can be simplified, Mas.”

I agree with Jenar's words. No need to think about things that are too far out of reach, if you imagine simple things can make you happy.

“What about?”

I frowned, pretending to think. Intentionally making Jenar wait for my answer. I've kept my answer since I first knew him.

“I once imagined that we were married, living in our own home. I wear a plaid holster, read Al-qur’an. You're wearing dusty color, listen to my reading. That time you taught our son alif, ba, ta.” (Hijaiyah).

Jenar shut her mouth, the habit that she was laughing. As if embarrassed if his teeth until visible. That's Jenar, all-around careful in behavior. That's what makes me feel good about fighting for it.

“Dik, this weekend my mother wants to be with your parents. How?”

That night I saw Jenar's face meet red. For the first time the girl looked at me for more than three seconds. It makes my heart beat without rhythm. One thing I regret is that I looked into her eyes.

True fame I should not have looked at her for more than three seconds, for at the fourth second and the next I had fallen in love with her. Falling in love with an angel in this syar'i robe.

"You want to, right, Nduk? Building a house with me?

.

.

.

Connect ....

Note :

*Javanese proverb which means: Every action taken by children, parents will be affected.

©Cited from the marriage tausiah delivered by her brother author.😁