Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

44. Trapped by Rain in the Middle of the Grave.

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Immanuel Kagendra Hara's.

If only Nalini hadn't called, I might have gone to find Jenar on campus or to Mr. Dito's house. Nalini said she was at the kyai Ali boarding school with Jenar and her friends. He asked to be sent home because he did not bring a motorbike.

“Sorry ... usually everywhere ushered mas, so I have no idea who to ask for help. Suddenly inget the same Mr. Hara, so I called earlier. It's okay, isn't it, Hara?” that's what Nalini said when I met her in the boarding school living room.

Spoiled girl, very different from Ghufron who is mature and wise. Maybe because he was used to being spoiled by his brother. If it wasn't for Ghufron who was already good to me, I would not have responded to this childish girl.

“Because you already have someone to drive home, I am the same Aina pamit, yes.” said Jenar while packing things, then half whispered he spoke with other friends.

But mr. Kyai has not allowed Jenar to go home, “later, go home after ashar. Your trip is much, more quiet if you have prayed.”

It seems like the sowan event performed by Nalini, Jenar and her friends is not finished yet. Kyai Ali was still speaking in front of the guests. Nyai and Gus Hafidz were also there, giving a little lecture. I just found out that the guests that Kyai Ali was referring to this morning were them.

I withdrew from the boarding room, uncomfortable with being around people who don't know what to talk about. Choosing to wait outside, do not have the heart to also let Nalini go home alone later.

They all came out of the living room as a santri shouted through the mosque loudspeakers, a sign of Islamic worship time arriving. As has become a habit that I have seen since living in the pesantren, every one of them must have taken the time to take pictures together.

No exception with the entourage of Jenar, Nalini and his friends. They asked kyai Ali, Nyai ma'am and Gus Hafidz to capture their meeting in the form of digital images.

“Let Hara take photos, so everyone can come.” said kyai Ali which is like an order to me.

Some pictures have already been taken, each person wants to use his own phone to take pictures. So many of them, it seems like visiting Pak Kyai is a fun thing. Even though for me it is normal, or maybe because they have finished receiving advice from Pak Kyai so more excited?

“Who's going home?” my mother's question after the photo event was over, was clearly heard in the ear, because she was standing right in front of me.

“Let's drive Aina to the front stop, Umik. From there take a bus to Magelang.” replied Jenar.

“Bis fix?” bu nyai seemed surprised by Jenar's reply. Let alone the madam, I was surprised. Not usually the girl took the bus, after all this is not a weekend, why did she go back to Magelang?

“Iya, Umik. It has been three days I depart from Magelang, commuting by bus.”

“Lho, what is opo? Biasane bali ning your package, to?” (Lho, why? Usually go home to your house, right?)

“White, Umik. Om Dito sampun move dateng Ternate, sakniki kulo wangsul Magelang.” (Yes, Umik. Om Dito has moved to Ternate, now I go home to Magelang.)

“Obony, ngunu. Ati-ati, yes, Nduk. Your crew logo.” (Oh, so. Careful, yes, Nduk. Take care.)

“English. Insya Alloh, Umik.”

I don't really understand what nyai and Jenar are talking about. But I can draw the conclusion that now Jenar lives in Magelang because Mr. Dito has moved to Ternate.

Do not understand the same way of mind Mr. Fares, why can not Genar cost? Even told to go back and forth with a considerable distance every day, take public transportation as well. Strange old man, not thinking about the efficiency of time and energy.

I almost forgot about the letter that Ghufron left me. Lucky when Jenar walked past me, the memory of that trust was called.

“True, wait!” I held back his steps to go to the mosque.

“What's up, Mr Hara?”

I reached into the jacket pocket, taking out a small folded white envelope. Giving Ghufron's last tithe to Jenar, “sorry, I forgot. So just had time to thank, this is a deposit from Ghufron for you.”

“Oh!” Jenar received the letter lethargic, the look on her face looked like she was hesitating. But she kept holding it and smiling at me, “thank you, Mr. Hara. I went to the mosque first, afraid to miss jama’ah.”

I haven't answered him yet, but Jenar has already passed. He walked quickly with his friends to the mosque. It was as if a friend was embracing his shoulder, whether they were talking about what. I couldn't hear them, because they were moving away.

One by one, I saw Akmal and Naufal in the distance. The compact two children and the father waved the hand I replied with a nod. Then Kyai Ali patted me on the shoulder without saying a word before going to the mosque.

I thought I had to wait for Nalini to finish praying, it turns out she immediately wanted to be delivered home. Coincidentally because I didn't have to wait any longer.

“I'm on udzur,” said. I don't know what the obvious means is I can drive him home soon.

The journey from the boarding school to Nalini's house is not too far away, traffic is also not too crowded, tends to be quiet. I went straight home after Nalini got to her house. There's no need to stop by because I have no business but to take her home.

Somehow when passing through the tomb, I was moved to park the motorbike and enter the special cemetery area of Muslims. Maybe because of the guilt that still looms, I want to visit Ghufron's grave.

Long time I stood still staring at the mound of land with a wooden headstone planted on one side. The ground surface of the tomb is still red and full of dried rose petals and ylangas.

A week ago, this tomb was bustling with people and filled with wreaths. As it turns out if the good people loved by many people died, many who drove and mendo’.

I closed my eyes, felt a cold gust of wind blow over my body, combed my hair, snuck into my skin pores. It feels right down to the soul, very calm. All that sounded was the rustling of tree branches shaking the leaves.

But the calm I felt was only for a moment, because the next second the voice of a girl broke the daydream. I opened my eyes, looking back. Jenar was already standing with a frown in asking me, “pak Hara, kok, here?”

“What are you doing here?”

Jenar smiled as she shook her head, making me realize that we were asking each other the same thing. It must be because we were both surprised and did not expect to meet at this place. A few minutes ago, we were still in the pesantren.

“If you know Mr. Hara wants to come here, I asked together, let Nalini go home with Aina only.”

“I have no plans to come here. Suddenly the peeper stopped by time passed, out nganter Nalini.”

“Same, dong. I also didn't think of coming here.”

“Didn't you want to go back to Magelang? How to get to the tomb.”

“So read the letter that Mr. Hara loved, I was the same miss Ghufron. Keep asking for Aina to get here."

Dark skies, pitch black clouds hanging over the earth. Just wait for time until the clouds can no longer hold water vapor, then rain will certainly fall. The atmosphere of the cemetery was quiet, there were only the two of us accompanied by the sound of rustling leaves blown by the wind.

The string crouched down in front of the tomb, muttering softly but sounding clearly in my ear, “assalamu’alaikum, Mas. I'm coming, there's Mr. Hara here too. I send do’a make mas, yes.”

I no longer heard the voice of the Genar, because the wind was blowing louder and the cloud was getting thicker. The two hands of the girl looked up, her lips pouting like she was reciting a spell. Occasionally she holds the tip of the hijab waving in the wind.

Slowly the wind began to calm down, the sound of tree branches shaking the noisy leaves began to diminish. One by one water droplets began to descend from the sky. Initially small and rare, but immediately turned into a tight drizzle.

I looked up, my face wet with rain drops. I saw that Jenar was still solemn in do’a, as soon as she felt a drizzle dripping on her head that was covered in a hijab, she stood up. Automatically raise your hands and head.

“Rain, sir Hara.”

I looked to the left, looking for a place that could be used as a place for us to shelter. There was a simple roofed building, like a tomb that was given a roof.

“There, sir Hara!” jenar shouted while running ahead, towards the building in the middle of the tomb.

I followed him with long steps but full of caution so as not to step over or step on the tomb. Mbok Jum once said, it can be unlucky if you step over the tomb. It is not nice to step over the mound of land under which the human body resides.

We both set our breath after arriving at the terrace of the roofed tomb building. Luckily the jacket I was wearing was made from a parachute, so it was not wet to the inside. I can get cold if my clothes get wet.

“Alhamdulillah there is a hood here, it can be for shelter. My guess was wrong. I thought I could go home before the rain fell, it turned out that just until the rain had welcomed.” Genar grumbled while wiping his clothes and hijab that was wet in the rain.

I took off my glasses, took the handkerchief that was always in my pants pocket to wipe them. Combing the messy hair and wet with fingers, then I wear glasses that are clean from the water so that my vision is not blurred.

“We are avoiding the grace of God, Mr. Hara.” I frown, do not understand the words of Jenar. He looked back for a moment, then again saw the swift rain that was falling, “rain is grace, a blessing sent down by God, we even take shelter. That's his name avoiding God's grace and blessings, right?” Jenar chuckled, like she was laughing at herself.

“Allohumma soyiban nafi’an .. when rain becomes the mustajab time to do’a. Pak Hara wants to do’a no?” Suddenly Jenar turned around while covering her mouth with a palm, “ups! Sorry, Mr. Hara. I forgot that our God is different.”

Just now I was about to answer, but Jenar had already resumed his words, “eh! But that's okay, the Lord's time Mr. Hara will also grant do’a promised when it rains. Yes, right?”

“You talk a lot, Jenar. We are trapped, rained in the middle of the tomb, you know.”

“Continue? We should be treated like people who don't know each other? Add the atmosphere later, Mr. Hara.”

I shook my head. This genar is eleven twelve with his brother, talkative in any condition and situation. Maybe their families have a store of vocabulary and carelessness that never runs out for a lifetime.

Though this girl had just left her lover, it did not look sad or lost. Makes me curious and ask, “you are not like a person who has just left gone a prospective husband.”

“What should I do? Crying seven hearts seven nights, do not want to eat, sleep in the room until the pain continues to enter the hospital?”

The words that Jenar spoke almost made me laugh, she was like she was talking about someone in the past. Because I was once made a fool of by the attitude of the girl who just left her ex-boyfriend married, just like Jenar just said.

“I am not a brother Neesha who has trouble moving on. Why am I always sad? It could be that now Ghufron is surrounded by an angel of heaven that is more beautiful than me. Why do I keep lamenting that he's happy there?"

“Yes, at least you look so sad. Especially after the last letter, right?”

“Sad that's for sure, Mr. Hara. I'm very sad that Ghufron died, but that doesn't mean that my sadness has to drag on, right? Alloh has ordered his people to immediately move on from a problem. Faidza faroghta fanshob .. then when we're done with one thing, keep working hard for another.”

I nodded, though not quite understanding the verse spoken by Jenar. I can arrest him if he is trying to obey God's command to immediately forget the problem that has been completed.

“Again in the letter that Mr. Hara gave you, Mr. Ghufron also asked me not to be too sad.”

“Oya?”

“Pak Hara can't believe?” Jenar opened her backpack, took something from the front of the bag, “pak Hara can read if you do not believe.”

I can hardly believe that Jenar held out a letter written by Ghufron behind the last of her laboratory examination papers. I opened the small folded paper, reading that simple but memorable line of sentences.

I folded back the unenveloped letter, returning it to Jenar. Ghufron was a wise man, and Jenar deserved it.

The rain has not shown any sign of stopping. I reached into my pants pocket, picked up a cigarette and lit it. Enjoy cigarettes while waiting for the rain to stop. A little astonished by Jenar, as he inhaled deeply the cigarette smoke that passed through him. Women generally do not like cigarette smoke.

Prank I asked, “you like cigarette smoke?”

“Not really, Mr. Hara. Just because I don't bring coffee so it's better I inhale cigarette smoke than I pass out here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Mas Ghufron who taught me. If I start to get nervous and can not find coffee around, breathe anything that can dispel anxiety. Well, there's only cigarette smoke Mr. Hara here, right?”

“Indeed why should you be agitated?”

“Complicated when told,” jenar turned his face away, a sign that he did not want to answer my question.

After a long wait, the rain finally subsided. Although drizzle still faithfully accompanied, we came out of the tomb because the evening was approaching. I approached the motor parked in front of the tomb, while Jenar reached into the bag like he was looking for something.

“What do you want to ride home?” my many.

Jenar replied without distracting from checking all parts of her backpack, “mau order a taxi online, Mr. Hara. I couldn't find my phone. Where, huh? Time falling on the road? Aduh .. how is this?”

“Try searching again, who knows tucked between books and other items.”

“Neither, sir Hara.” answered while taking some things out of the bag, but did not find the phone.

“Not really exist.”

Jenar nodded resignedly, “how is this? It's almost maghrib again.”

I took the phone out of my pants pocket. Luckily my phone is still on even though the battery is a little, so Jenar can order a taxi online right away.

“I wait for you until his online taxi comes.” I said after Jenar returned the phone.

The wind blows too humid and cold, the rain causes wet roads and puddles everywhere. Jenar hugged herself, maybe she felt cold because her clothes were wet with drizzle.

I take off the jacket, then give it to Jenar, “wear this, let you not get cold.”

“No need, Mr. Hara.” either because of the passing vehicle, or because he was cold, the voice of Jenar sounded too soft almost vibrate.

“It's clean, really. New I wear today.” I keep holding out the jacket, a little force to keep Jenar wearing it, “I don't want to blame if later you get sick and your brother knows I let you cold with wet clothes.”

“Ti-dak, Mr. Hara. Sa-ya it's okay.”

Regardless of what Jenar said, I spread out my jacket to cover her back. He looked at me with a sad look. I don't know why, but a few moments ago he was fine and cheerful. What because …

“Pak Hara?”

I haven't had time to narrow my estimate, Jenar looks to be breathing. His hands were squeezing each other like a panicked person. I suddenly remembered a while ago, when Jenar helped clean the wound on my hand.

“Why are you, Jen?” I shook his shoulder, because Jenar looked more panicked with irregular breathing.

“Ma-af, sa-”

Genar could not continue the sentence, because he suddenly drooped limp with his eyes closed. I patted her on the cheek slowly, calling her name many times, but there was no response. Jenar's body felt very cold, her face paled. This is the second time, Jenar fainted when she was close to me. What the hell happened to him?

A very bright light shone on us, a car stopped in front of the tomb. The driver got out of the car while looking at the phone screen, asked me, “ in the name of Immanuel?”

It turned out that an online taxi booked by Jenar came. How'this? There is no way I would let Jenar go home to Magelang in this state, right? What do the people say his house later, how about something happen on the street with Jenar? Yes, God ... Why is it so complicated like this?

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The next chapter is expected to be a week from😁

Note :

*Q.S Al-insyirah verse 7.

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