Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

54. Caring

🍁 God gives heart and heart to man, in order to have various feelings. One of them is caring.🍁

Hara's.

Some days you can just lie in bed, not only make your muscles feel stiff. However, the mind is also complicated like a tangled thread. Maybe it's because I'm used to being outdoors, so I'm bored just being in the same room and doing nothing. It is time to move again, because health has improved.

The morning sun welcomes, its bright rays can warm the cold air. The noise of the pi-pit birds broke the morning silence. The aroma of cooking was pouring out, filling the room. Increase the enthusiasm to start filling the day.

“Areally healthy you?” mbak Nabila asked when I just came out of the bathroom.

“Already, Mbak. Tired of sleeping on, not good to call every time Reyfan. The boy if the order is not immediately executed like mutebelin, Mbak.”

“Segituya your boss. Does he not know you are sick?”

“Know, Ma'am. Just because I was from a long time ago despite the pain of still leaving for work, so he half can't believe yesterday I was really in need of rest.”

“Don't be forced, yes! If you still feel dizzy or weak, better rest. After all, haven't you also been working as a driver, Kyai sir? It shouldn't matter that you ignore your boss's orders.”

“So his driver Pak Kyai is just a side, Ma'am. My main job, stay with Reyfan. I have a debt of gratitude as its family, can not stop just like that.”

“gitu, huh? Yeah, already. It is important that you take care of yourself and your health. Don't get sick again.”

“Iya, Mbak.”

“Breakfast before leaving. Later departing so that it is delivered with Akmal mas, do not ride the motor by yourself.”

I comply. Let mbak Nabila and mas Akmal organize my activities today. Mbak Nabila prepared provisions and gave a lot of messages before I left for work. While Akmal, willing to take me to the office.

At first he was about to wait until I finished work, but a lot of work and had to move to some places, of course I felt bad for him. So I asked Akmal to come home first, because I also had to go to Aneesha's house to check the readiness of the renovation. Maybe it will be late in the afternoon, just to go home.

“Kak Reyfan ask me to prepare a car for you. Anyway, why are you so spoiled, anyway? Use ushered and bring stock everything, like not Hara I know only.” grumbled Noura when I saw me leave ushering in Akmal mas and eat provisions prepared by mbak Nabila.

“Just deserve to stay in Jogja, your sister is very good, anyway.”

Naura is right, praise God I'm surrounded by good people here. Until willing to give up all the luxuries I have in Jakarta, for the sake of living as an ordinary person in Jogja. Because even though it is simple, it turns out that here is more comfortable and soothing. One important reason I feel at home here is because here I found the family I've longed for.

“This is home renovation planning mbak Aneesha.” Noura gave me a map, “including the stuff I prepared yesterday. You just check.”

“OK! Thank you, yes. Now this job is officially me who handle.”

“Thank God you're healthy fast, so my work doesn't add up much. Surprise also you can actually get sick.”

See, right? It's not just Reyfan who doesn't believe I'm sick, Noura does. What, they think I'm a robot that can't get sick?

By noon, I had already finished business with Noura. Pick up the car and files related to Aneesha's home renovation. That means I'll be very busy for the next few months. Because in addition to the renovation Reyfan asked me to look for recommendations for a good maternity hospital around Magelang or Jogja.

“And the health facilities in the capital are much better and more complete, why also Aneesha even wants to give birth here?” I grumbled in front of Noura.

“As new to know Aneesha just a week you. If not strange and much he wants, not Aneesha his name.” replied Noura.

That's true Noura said. Aneesha has always been anti-mainstream, her wishes are never simple. Especially now that the scope of association has expanded, to among officials and famous people. It's only natural that he's getting weird.

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“This is the land limit, if you want to add buildings should be given a distance. Do not fit or cross this line, rainwater from the tile so as not to fall to the ground of others.”

“Yang north is still safe, widened to the back can also still be. Fares said that the one near the fish pond wants to build another little house, huh? Must be reduced first, so that the soil height is flat.”

From my office I headed straight for Aneesha's house in Magelang. Discuss the renovations that will begin soon. Pakde Teguh and Mas Faiz told about the floor plan and the land boundary, so that when the renovation later did not deviate to the neighboring land.

Pakde Teguh and Faiz mas impressed complicated about the problem of the boundary of this land. In my experience, it's not about building a mepet foundation, as long as it doesn't cross the line. After all, there is already a picture of it in the certificate, so as long as it is on its own land, it does not matter.

However, disagreements with those who insist should give distance from the boundary line. Luckily Reyfan had already said about this matter, so I just according to what was asked by Pakde Teguh and Mas Faiz.

We talked about a lot of things related to the renovation of Aneesha's house. They were the ones who took care of the construction of Aneesha's house first, so better know where to start and how. Makes my job lighter, because I don't have to think about it myself.

The land belonging to Aneesha is still spacious, while the house that stands on it is just a simple small house. Suitable if only a small family, or newlyweds. Of course it is less extensive if later many people will live here.

“Then Aneesha plans to build this house just to stay her own. So everything is all minimalist, only two rooms, all-narrow rooms, a small kitchen, and a bathroom is only one. Where knows after this house so, she married.” Pakde Teguh told me after we finished discussing the issue of land boundaries.

“Aneesha was still in America when this house was built. Pakde and Faiz take care of everything. The plan is indeed he wants this place to be more widely used for the public, so pendopo buildings and gazebos are dominant.”

“But if the house was built big from the beginning, so bothered too, Mr.” mas Faiz responded, “True will be more afraid to live alone here. Now the house is small sleep must be accompanied by mbak Sayumi, especially if the house is large. It could be broad daylight like this also he asked for company.”

“Iya, yes? He's, right, a coward. Unlike his brave brother and sister.”

Pakde Teguh and Faiz laughed. Hearing that sentence, my gaze reflexed on a gazebo located not far from the pendopo.

The wife of Faiz was sitting there with her legs crossed. While his hand was stroking the head of the girl who had fallen on the lap. Jenar was lying comfortably on the lap of Mbak Nanda by occasionally wiping the corner of the eye with the back of the fingers.

Is she crying? Why is that strange girl crying this afternoon? Oho! Maybe they are watching a sad scene in a movie or drama series. Because their views are both fixed on the screen of the phone that is being held by Jenar.

But mbak Nanda did not look sad, instead he smiled several times while his lips moved like he was talking to someone. Is it possible they're making a video call with someone?

Uh! Why would I want to know like this? What if Jenar was crying? Isn't there nothing to do with me? What caused Jenar to cry, it definitely has nothing to do with me, right? Why should I care?

However, the curiosity cannot be lost. Although it has tried to divert its eyes, but like someone is pushing to keep staring in the original direction again. What the hell?

This must be because it was Mbak Nabila who always talked about Jenar. Ever since I brought Jenar who passed out to the house, Mbak Nabila always asked about the girl.

“What number is child? Must be very dear to his family, yes?”

“Where is college? What majors?”

“What kind of parents are you?”

Mbak Nabila became excited when I said Jenar lived alone in Magelang, because his parents lived in Surabaya. My chatty brother wanted to know more and more about Jenar. I don't know what makes Mbak Nabila interested in Jenar.

“Mas Hara!”

A pat on Faiz's shoulder and a call mas, resuscitated from the reverie. Makes me sittan cut off the gazebo.

I wanted to refuse because I had eaten in the office, but Faiz had already put his hand on his shoulder. He led me into the house with Pakde Teguh. It does not feel good to refuse their enthusiasm and hospitality. Just when the sound of the call of worship came from the mosque and the surrounding mosque, I decided to have lunch with Pakde Teguh and Mas Faiz.

“This rare event, can have lunch with my beloved in-laws and distant relatives.” always mas Faiz while pulling a chair, please let me sit.

“Indeed, Faiz and Pakde Teguh rarely have lunch together, huh?

“Not infrequently anymore, Mas Hara. Can be counted with my fingers can eat one table like this Father. Meet once a month we're rare, huh, sir?”

Pakde Teguh nodded, “although not an office worker like you, we are too busy. Faiz taught in the ordinary days, while I took care of the rice fields. In the afternoon if Faiz and Nanda are visiting, sometimes I am still at the vegetable market. So we rarely meet.”

The intimate relationship between Pakde Teguh and Mas Faiz looks like they are used to spending time together. Maybe because Faiz has long been Pakde Teguh's son-in-law, so although rarely together remain close and close.

I used to only take a small portion of food, because my stomach still feels full. It turns out that the taste of the cuisine is so appetizing, making me want to taste all the menus. Maybe it was because of the comfortable atmosphere while enjoying the food, or because my body had just recovered from illness. I feel like eating constantly.

The focus on enjoying my food was diverted due to the arrival of Jenar. The girl I saw was with the Nabila mom, now she has changed clothes and hijab. By holding a backpack, he said goodbye by kissing the back of Pakde Teguh's hand very politely. Apparently he was about to go to college this afternoon.

“Award whom?” tanya Mas Faiz managed to catch my attention.

“Self, Mas.”

“Usually angkot from here to the old highway at this hour. Request between your Mbak.”

“Nevent gone, Mas. Mbak Nanda again bobokin dedek, later fussy if left.”

“Wait for pakde to finish eating, huh? Pakde inter.”

“No need, Pakde. Class is still 2 hours, really, not too rushed.”

The girl left after saying goodbye. Not giving the opportunity to Pakde Teguh or Faiz mas deliver.

"Fares it is outrageous same child, far college but should not use a private vehicle. So bother, right, his son."

"Maybe I mean om Fares let Jenar not stop by her home. Danger too, sir. If Jenar rides his own bike right home at night, a lot of clithic, right?"

"It's more dangerous if he goes home alone on public transport. Do you know which bus from the Magelang department number terminal last what time? If he doesn't get a bus how, try it?"

"There's an online taxi, sir."

I listened well to the chatter of my son-in-law and in-laws in front of me. Not knowing where to push from, I wanted to finish this over-easy lunch immediately. Although I still want to talk to Pakde Teguh and Mas Faiz, but on the other hand, I also want to say goodbye. I think there's something I want to pursue, but what or who?

A little hasty I was about to drive the car out of Aneesha's backyard. My eyes were fixed on the purple veiled girl standing by the roadside. Dissipating the heat of the midday sun with his hands while looking north. It's still there apparently he is.

A faint smile rang on my lips, looking at his face that was flushed red from the heat. His round eyes narrowed, surely because it dispelled glare.

Waitaminute! What am I? Do I admire him? Nope, no! There's no way I'm amazed at that not-so-beautiful and attractive girl. Uh! Maybe just a sense of care, because seeing Jenar standing hot on the side of the road.

I stopped the car right in front of him, just like I used to when I first met him on the side of the road of Surabaya city protocol. Jenar must not remember what happened when I helped her first. Why did he have to remember this long-ago event?

I opened the left side door, speaking loudly so that Jenar heard it, “mau together no? From nunggu angkot kelamaan.”

“Where is Mr Hara going?”

I don't think he knows that I'm driving the car. Oho! Yes, forgot. I, right, came out of the gate of her brother's house, of course she knew that I was offering her a ride.

“Return.” I replied briefly.

“Bareng to the highway can?”

I wanted to laugh at Jenar's question, but soon I held back because I wasn't used to laughing. I thought he was going to refuse, but he immediately wanted to. Maybe because it can not wait for the angkot that comes is not sure, where the weather is hot at all.

“Can stay together until Paste. Faster can bus to your campus from there, than waiting for angkot here which is not yet clear when it comes.”

Jenar seemed doubtful. He was holding the car door, but not coming in. It made me realize something and immediately convinced him.

“I've changed deodorant, not finished drinking alcohol too. You saw for yourself I drank tea together Pakde Teguh and mas Faiz.”

There is also a point I asked deodorant on mbak Nabila this morning. So I don't have to worry about Jenar passing out when she's close to me.

Jenar entered, she looked at me with a slightly regretful look. It seemed like he had always felt guilty for even trivial mistakes.

“Sorry, yes, Mr. Hara. I-”

“No need to apologize if you are not wrong. Do you have a stock of apologies, huh? Always apologize.” grumbled me while driving the car slowly.

Genar lowered his head, especially if he felt uncomfortable with the words he heard. Good Lord! Why is this girl so cute and innocent? Makes me want to laugh, but of course only in my heart. Oho! I'm keeping his feelings in check now. Since when do I think about other people's feelings? What is the sense of caring or empathy?

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Hi guys! Sorry, just got up.

Thank God the writing class I participated in was finished smoothly, over the do'a of friends. 

Means can routine up, dong? If it is not an appointment, because after the class is finished there is still a task and accompanying manuscript review. Sorry, yeah.

So there's gonna be a new novel, dong?

Yes, insyaAlloh is preparing a new title, still a secret, yes. Please pray that you can continue this story without disturbing the process of reviewing new manuscripts there.

Warm regards, dear, 

Desi Desama/La Lu Na