Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

50. Thank You Sign

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Although in the house owned by Aneesha's sister I live alone, but not necessarily feel lonely. There is a bude sari who comes every morning to deliver breakfast, if he is busy, Irkham mas who replaces. Pakde Teguh every time Maghrib runs out, just checking things out with dinner. Mas Faiz and Mbak Nanda occasionally come to take care of the activities of children with special needs who practice art every week.

Even though there is already a mother Sayumi who helps take care of all my needs including eating. But pakde Teguh and bude Sari never absent pay attention, under the pretext of mbah uti who ask. It's nice to be surrounded by good people who love me.

“If every day bude between foods like this, mbak Sayumi so never cook, dong. Wish him, Bude.” I said with a contrived complaining tone.

This morning Bude Sari and Pakde Teguh arrived early, along with Mbah Uti because there is morning teaching at the mosque near the house. As usual, bude Sari brought me a lot of food and snacks.

“Where can bude let ponakan bude stranded here? Away from your father, if you are skinny how would hayo?”

I pursed my lips, because indirectly bude Sari said that I was fat. Indeed, anyway. Since I went to college, I've been gaining weight. If most friends become thin because they live far from their parents, I just get fatter because I eat a lot. How to arrange meals, while every day provided a lot of good food. Either while living with Dito or now while living alone.

“True to say, there's Sayumi mom, Bude.”

“Mbak Sayumi does not know your favorite cuisine, Jenar.”

Bude Sari always had a reason to spoil me. Not just me, but with my two brothers too. Sincere affection he always showed, making me feel at home and comfortable even though living away from father and mother. It was like having a second parent.

“Oya, Jen. What time are you home today?” ask pakde Teguh.

“There is only one course, insya Alloh out of dzuhur already home. What's wrong, Pakde?”

“It, you know. Yesterday your father telephonized Pakde, he said Aneesha wanted a home renovation. Want to add the same room make a nursery he said,” clearly pakde Teguh.

“oya? Brother Neesha hasn't told me yet, Pakde.”

“Pakde also just found out, he said Reyfan had asked Hara to take care. Last night Pakde had talked to Hara, later in the afternoon he wanted to come bring the architect.”

“Oh ...,” I listened to what Pakde Teguh said while eating breakfast voraciously, because the menu cooked bude Sari is always delicious.

“Pakde would like to ask for help with you, later if Hara and the architect come, you help them.”

“I, right, don't know which part to renovate. What do I do for you, Pakde?”

“Enough you prepare a drink with snacks only for them. Continue if you need to see Aneesha's room, yes, you open the door lock.”

“That's free, Pakde?”

“Iya. Less is more. If pakde returns from the market before maghrib, then go straight here.”

“Beres, Pakde.”

Because I got the mandate from Pakde Teguh, finished class, I went straight home. Not linger on campus as usual, because I have to prepare a banquet for the guests who will come.

However, until the afternoon passed and the night changed, no one came. Even until Pakde Teguh came home after waiting until it was almost late, Mr. Hara who promised to come, did not give news. Even though the food banquet had been prepared, finally only distributed to neighbors around so as not to waste.

“Hara did not tell me if it was canceled to come today, Fares and Reyfan also do not know why he did not come.” said Pakde Teguh felt tired because of a long wait.

“Maybe the architect canceled the appointment, Pakde. Or Mr. Hara there are other jobs.”

We tried the tabayun, it is impossible for Mr. Hara to cancel an appointment without a reason. Maybe he just forgot to tell, because it was too busy. I know from Mbak Nabila yesterday, if Pak Hara also works as a driver kyai Ali. Maybe he wasn't done with the job, so he couldn't come home today.

“Maybe they are new tomorrow can come, Pakde.”

However, the next day still Pak Hara did not come. Until the day changed again, there was also no sign of him coming. Though all renovation needs have been prepared by pakde Teguh and Faiz mas.

“It's been three days since Hara said she'd come to bring the architect, until now there's no news. How is this, Iz?”

“Father sampun telphon om Fares maleh, dereng?” (Mother has telephon om Fares yet?)

“Already, said Fares we told you to wait until Hara came. The problem until now was that Hara did not tell me when to come. It's not usually Hara like this, you know for yourself, right? Hara is the most disciplined person when it comes to promises and plans. It's not usually that she disappears like this.”

I just kept quiet, listening to Pakde Teguh and Faiz talking. True also said Pakde Teguh, Pak Hara is the most punctual person. As long as I knew him, he was a person who was always reliable. Do not like to postpone work, what is ordered is immediately carried out.

She's why, huh?

I opened my phone to see the roomchat. The short message I sent to Mr. Hara's number two days ago, was not read. The last seen caption at the very top, is also not visible. Mr. Hara must have deliberately made chat arrangements so that others did not know he was online or not.

“True to have tried contacting Hara?” Ask Faiz, disperse my reverie.

I showed them the phone screen, “I did not connect, chat was not opened, Mas.”

Our curiosity and presumption were answered on Sunday morning. Two cars came in through the back yard gate, one of which I knew very well. Typical black mpv car commonly used by the company officials belonging to Reyfan.

Initially I thought that Mr. Hara who came to bring a team that would renovate Aneesha's house, it was not. A beautiful but masculine-looking woman who got out of the car. With a distinctive hairstyle tied together to the back, sister Noura took off her glasses while nodding at me.

I smiled, approaching the group of several people consisting of the man and woman.

“Kak Noura didn't say he wanted to come here? Good thing I'm still home, Brother.”

“Lho, where do you want to go?”

“Be willing to go home mbah uti, than here lonely alone.”

“Oh!” brother Noura walks around the car. I followed his steps, it turned out that he opened the trunk to take out the items.

“A lot of luggage, brother? Brother Noura bring what is it?” askaku want to know, but with outstretched hands ready to help sister Noura.

“It's items for the purpose of renovating this house. Yesterday Hara had prepared, but suddenly she was sick, so could not handle. Even though it has been an appointment with a team of architects and interior design. Forced me to take over and only now can come, wait for the office holiday.”

I nodded my head, understanding Noura's explanation. It turned out that Mr. Hara was sick, that was the reason he could not come and also did not give news. I felt guilty, maybe he got sick from helping me. Until willing to take a shower at night and stand for long in the middle of the drizzle.

Guilt is one of my biggest weaknesses. It's always uncomfortable if what I do causes other people trouble. It really sucks, because it is too wearing feelings in doing something. My little heart seemed to reject the logic that it was natural for humans to help each other.

The impulse of guilt, makes an idea cross your head. Hoping to atone for the guilt, I rode Aneesha's matic vespa. Very hot afternoon, the vehicle drove on the Magelang-Jogja highway at medium speed.

I turned the steering wheel to the left after crossing the Magelang and DIY border monuments. Gets a glimpse when passing the pesantren which this afternoon is crowded because there is a schedule to visit the santri guardian. My goal is not to go there, but a small house located a few meters from the pesantren.

The speed of the vehicle stopped, when it reached the front of the yellow painted house decorated with various ornamental plants in front of it. The door of the house was partially open, making me turn right left, while taking the hand that I had prepared on the motor hanger. Slowly I went up to the terrace, saying my greetings.

“Assalamu’alaikum ..”.

“Hai, Naufal! Mom is?” my question was while lowering my body, rubbing the face of the handsome boy in front of me.

Naufal shakes, “mom follow warung.” (Mother is going to the shop.)

“Oh! Grandpa mr?” (If father?)

“Bapak dodol.” (Father sales.)

I'm a little confused, “Naufal teng ndalem kaleh sinten?” (Naufal in whose house is he?)

“Om Hara, but gek bobok.” (Om Hara but is sleeping.)

“Mbak can enter, no?” I lifted the bag of crackle in my left hand and rantang in my right hand, “mbak bring this for Naufal same om Hara.”

“Say mother, no one else can come in if no adult is home.”

I thinned my lips, holding back laughter because of Naufal's innocence. Just now I'm going to give you the hand I brought, a hoarse voice sounded from inside the house, “who came, Fal?”

I straightened my back, saw a man open the curtains. Mr. Hara walked out while repeatedly clearing his throat and shrinking his nose.

“You, Jen? What's up?”

“Assa-” I almost forgot to say hello to a non-religious person like me. Immediately kuralat greeting so as not to offend, “good afternoon, Mr Hara?”

Mr. Hara nodded, his hand pulling Naufal's head but his eyes were fixed on the plastic bag and the bushel I was carrying.

“Ehm .. earlier brother Noura came to the house.”

Not done I talk, he has trimmed it, “oh! Is there a problem with the architect Noura brought in? Or they have trouble drawing a sketch of the renovation plan?”

“Bu-not I-tu,” I was stammered to continue the explanation because Pak Hara looked at me sharply, “continue why?” ketus tanyanya.

“Ehm .. ta-di kak Noura said, sir Hara can not handle work from brother Reyfan because he is sick. So I'm here, want to apologize ...”

“Apologies for what?”

Again I almost lost the answer sentence because Mr. Hara asked with a straight look on me. Makes me feel wrong, like I'm a defendant.

“Sorry .. because I am Pak Hara so sick.’

“Noura says I'm sick because of you?”

“Ti-no, but I think-”

“You don't need to apologize.”

“I feel guilty because yesterday-”

“No need to feel guilty, I am sick not because of you, but because it is destiny.”

“Ta-ta-but, right, that night I justin Pak Hara stood in the middle of the drizzle and had to take a shower at night anyway. It must be because of that Mr. Hara became ill.”

“Indeed why should Hara take a shower at night?”

I quickly turned around, when I heard a suspicious pitched voice from behind my back. Mbak Nabila walked past me with a furrowed forehead, looked at me and Mr. Hara took turns.

“True? Since when are you here? Why not sign in?” he asked, knowing that I was standing at the door of his house.

“Assalamu’alaikum mbak Nabila's. I just came, kok.”

“Wa’alaikum greetings, come on in! Chat time outside, anyway?”

“No pa-pa, Ma'am. I'm not long, though. Just want to take this alone.” I gave a large plastic bag and also rantang to mbak Nabila, “incidentally I cooked soto, so I brought it here as a thank you. Who knows you guys like.”

“Wah! Alhamdulillahot. Could be a gini coincidence, huh? Just went to the stall to buy Hara soto. He's been three days hard to eat, until skinny, tuh!” mbak Nabila pointed at Pak Hara with chin, “but at the shop subscription mbak, the soto runs out. Previously wanted to make it, now just eat, deh.”

“Alhamdulillah if so, Ma'am. I don't know if it's good or not, Mom. You see, I just cooked soto.” for the first time

I smiled to see Mbak Nabila watching the bushel containing the soto I gave him. Enthusiastic, until glued. Makes me happy because my gift was well received.

“Eh! Go in, yuk! We have lunch together, you have come all the way from Magelang when you want to go straight home?”

Actually I'd love to go in and have a chat with mbak Nabila. But it seems that Mr. Hara did not like me for a long time there. Since then he was just silent, even visible from the tail of his eyes it seemed like he was caught off guard. Maybe because I came to interrupt her break.

“Sorry, Ma'am. I have to go home soon, I have to teach tahfidz.” class that is just my reason. Today children who practice tahfidz are on holiday, as pendopos are hired for a neighbor's wedding.

“Wah! Jenar teaches tahfidz?” tanya mbak Nabila with sparkling eyes, “cool once, you.”

“Just teach three kids, Ma'am. They have memorized the verse, just deepen their knowledge. I also learned.”

“Masya Alloh .. mbak awe, deh, same you.”

“Custom, Ma'am. I still need to learn a lot, kok.”

It seems like enough pleasantries and my main purpose of coming to this house has also been conveyed.

“I'll go home, yes, Ma'am?” I said to mbak Nabila, for a moment I saw Mr. Hara, “again I apologize, yes, Mr. Hara. May it heal soon.”

Mr. Hara just nodded, heard mbak Nabila said ‘aamiin’ softly. “thank you, yes, Jen. Already bothered to come, bring souvenirs anyway.” he raised both hands while smiling widely.

“Sama-sama, Mbak.”

I just stepped up, about to take a helmet that depends on the rearview mirror, Hara exclaimed in a hoarse voice, “l immediately go home! Don't come to the tomb! Next time, invite a friend if you want to go to mausoleum.”

I turned a glance, smiling in relief as I replied, “pak Hara is worried that I fainted again, yes?”

But the next speech that came out of Mr. Hara's mouth made my confidence freefall, changed embarrassment, “if you get into a trance later no one will be nolong. So don't go to the tomb alone!”

Embarrassed, I put on my helmet while riding on the bike. Yeah, Alloh! Why did You create man ketus and do not have this feeling? He lives with friendly and loving people.

“I'm home, yes, Ms. Nabila. Assalamu’alaikum ..” pamitku without seeing Mr. Hara.

Mbak Nabila replied while waving, “wa’alaikum salam .. be careful, Jen!”