Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

55. Intentional But Not Plan

...🍁Earlier suddenly wanted to do something that was not thought of at all before? Maybe that's what we call the subconscious drive.🍁...

Hara

Impulsive attitude gives Jenar a ride, impacting the concentration of driving is divided. One side had to focus on the crowded streets, but from the corner of the eye I caught the body gesture of the girl sitting next door.

He threw a glance at the side window, momentarily forward and then returned to his original position. His fingers continued to move like they were counting fingers. I occasionally heard a sigh, but no words came out of his lips.

From Aneesha's house to the highway not too far away, but driving in silence caught me off guard. I don't know since when I don't like to be in this kind of situation, but since long ago I've been used to not talking much. Especially if you are driving.

Maybe because you are always invited to chat if you are dropping off kyai Ali? Or get used to Naufal never stopping talking when he's with me. I became uncomfortable in silence without speaking.

I stepped on the brake pedal, the speed of the vehicle faltered, because there was a long queue of vehicles that stopped in front. It must be because the traffic light that is at the intersection to this highway is showing red. Unfortunately, the red light in this place was too long while the green light was only a few seconds. The car I was driving couldn't get through immediately.

“Ehem! Ehem!” I decided to drive away lonely with a thud. Being able to attract the attention of Jenar from staring out through the side window.

Only a split second did he look. Didn't dampen my desire to open a conversation between us. Although without looking at him, because the writing on the body of the sand truck right in front of his eyes, grabbing attention.

A soul mate is like a tempe, no one knows.

What does that writing mean? Funny, but it's true.

“Why cry?” I don't know why that question suddenly popped out of my lips.

I turned my head, just as Jenar was also looking towards me while frowning. His face was like he wanted to say ‘what is my business?’

Clarify the question, “you! Why was it crying?” Jenar was still looking at me with an accusatory look. Like want to ask ‘kok, know?’ but not spoken because I have been hunted to answer with a question-pitched explanation, “tadi accidentally saw you the same mbak Nanda. You're like crying again, there's a problem?”

“Oh ...,” that's all that comes out of his lips. Breaking his eyes, while the girl's right fingers were still busy twitching.

“What problems?” I asked again because Jenar did not seem to want to answer.

“No problem whatsoever,” the answer is short, just peck at a greater curiosity.

I chased him to tell a story, “not maybe crying if there is no problem. There must be a cause. According to logic, tears cannot come without a reason. Can be because sad, haru, too happy, angry, or even just a flickering.”

Jenar turned her head quickly, this time her gaze hinted at disbelief. Let alone him, I alone do not believe that I can say at length as just said. What makes me talk so much?

“Forget if you don't want a story!”

The car in front is moving. Immediately put the focus back on the road, drive the car very slowly, because the pile of vehicles has not fully decomposed.

From the tail of her eyes again, I saw Jenar closing her mouth with her hands, especially when she was laughing. Although I didn't hear her laugh, but I knew she must be laughing at me. The chuckling-pitched answer convinced my argument.

“It turns out Mr. Hara has a kepo soul too, huh?”

“Kepo?”

Jenar nodded, still keeping her mouth shut for the sake of her laughter did not come off. “I guess Mr. Hara never had the curiosity like people in general.”

“Ck.” I clicked deeply, feeling Jenar was underestimating me, “you think I'm not a normal person, so?”

Jenar nodded quickly, “pak Hara is different from others.”

I shook my head, disagreeing with Jenar's opinion. I don't talk much, I don't get along with a lot of people. Of course, that doesn't mean I don't feel like a normal human being. Sometimes I also have a curiosity about something that disturbs the mind.

I let Jenar spend a laugh without a sound. No longer did I ask him and no longer do I wait for an answer that he would not seem to give.

However, he replied without looking at me, “tadi I cried because I was video calling the same mother.”

The answer even provoked my other curiosity. Hara .. Hara! The base is never satisfied after acquiring one thing, wanting to get another again.

“Kangen same parents, until you cry?”

“Kangen is for sure, but that's not what makes me cry. I used to live far away from my father. In the past, the time in pesantren could not even call as often as now.”

“What makes you cry?”

“Mother asks for a photo of Ghufron to make a cover of yaasin's book. Mother said, would be sent to the family of Ghufron mas for the 40th anniversary later.”

“Always want 40 days, yes?” my question sounds unconvincing.

“Still another month, anyway. Mother said, let's not suddenly, want to be printed now.

It feels like just yesterday I accompanied Ghufron to take the lab results. It was still clear in my memory that I was sitting with him on the bench waiting for the hospital, talking like two friends. Still clearly drawn faces full of sadness of those who were left behind.

“I still like to suddenly be sad when I remember Ghufron. Can't believe he's gone, sometimes it feels like he's still there, only we're not able to meet.”

Oho! Wrong question, Hara! I shouldn't ask about sentimental things like this. Look now! The strings should look up while shrinking the corners of the eyes. He must have wanted to hide the sadness that came back.

‘I’m so sorry!’ I wanted to say it, but certainly not to say it. Just stifled in the heart, the guilt was majestically lingering there. If I wasn't late in finding a platelet donor, I might be able to save that good young man. So there will be no crying on this girl's face.

I increase the speed of the car, when entering the Magelang-Jogja road smoothly. Race against buses and other vehicles chasing each other. A very hot day with the reflection of sunlight that forms a mirage on the black asphalt road. If I had been late, Jenar wouldn't be sitting next to me now.

Suddenly I imagined him jostling in a public bus full of passengers. Hot, claustrophobic, mingled with many men and women. Various kinds of human nature, with a variety of body aromas as well.

Jenar has been experiencing this since living in Magelang. He was alone commuting Magelang-Jogja on public transport. The possibility of him inhaling a scent reminiscent of the past was enormous. Because the deodorant I wear is sold freely in minimarkets or supermarkets. How does he cope if his trauma comes while being in a crowd?

Yeah, God! Why am I thinking about it? He's been fine all along. That means he can handle his own problems, right? Waitaminute! Wasn't Jenar previously escorted and picked up by Mr. Dito? It's only been a few days since he left for college on his own, right?

The various questions that swirled in my mind, pushed my lips to ask. I don't know since when, I can't keep the curiosity that just came.

“Why not bring your own car?” I know Aneesha's house has a lot of cars. Although not the latest output, all old cars are antique, but well maintained both the engine and the body.

Jenar shook her head, “I can not drive, I want to use his motorbike brother Neesha, but can not be the same father. Father said, it is safer to ride public transportation.”

“Not practical ride public transportation, you have to change several times, right?”

Although the view remained focused on the road, but I knew Jenar was nodding, “ twice. From home to the highway take the Magelang-Jogja bus to the Jombor terminal, just take the bus to campus. Sometimes I get off at the stop if again the peeper goes up trans Jogja.”

“Not effective, much time wasted.”

“You how else, it should be so.”

“Udah. I was worried that I was on the road. The risk is also great if every day riding a long-distance motorbike, let alone fit can schedule noon until this afternoon, guaranteed until home night.”

“There are still buses from Jogja to Magelang until night?”

“There. Last before maghrib from Jombor terminal, if not wrong.”

“Kayak not sure that?”

“This is the first time I left noon from Magelang, Mr. Hara.”

Not sure who started first and reluctant to end first. We filled the entire time of the trip by chatting about the activities of Jenar commuting as well as his lecture schedule which included a solid but relaxed. Maybe because he just entered the second year, or because of the majors he took.

Although the topic we talked about seemed uninteresting, but I was completely reluctant to quit. Hearing her boisterous chatter tells about how she faced the trauma of having to blend in with the various scents inside a public bus. Like he wasn't telling me about something bad that happened. So light.

“Are there fathers who asked me, why inhale the aroma of coffee powder? I replied origin, dry smell mr.” Jenar laughed a little, managed to rub off on me who also laughed.

“The fathers are angry?”

“Ngak. In fact he was wide open, until coughing.”

“Ngot kayang if the fathers are angry with you on the bus.”

“I was scared, my words offended him. But looking at his calm and friendly carrier, that answer reflexes out just like that.”

“If you can schedule this afternoon, usually you go home at what time?”

I really don't keep any other meaning to the question, but it seems that Jenar misunderstood.

“Pak Hara want to pick me up?”

I turned to the side for a while, only to stare in disbelief at him, “who would want to pick you up? I just ask usually you come home at what time?”

“But the question Mr sounds like want to pick me up.”

“It looks like you have to learn to understand the speech of others, so as not to misunderstand.”

A few seconds later I was shocked because Jenar was screaming loudly, “astaghfirulloh! Mr Hara!”

I almost hit the brakes. Luckily I have been trained not to easily lose focus when driving, it can be dangerous if suddenly braked suddenly while traffic conditions are heavy.

“What's up, anyway?” ask me to ascertain the reason for Jenar's panic.

“In front, already up Jombor junction, Mr. Hara.”

“What's the reason?” ask you again, do not understand why Jenar should be this sweet even though the location of the campus is still far away.

“So sir Hara said, I can be together only until Paste. It's a distance Mr. Hara.”

“Oh, I guess what is.” my answer is flat.

“Pak Hara distance later her muter.” she still panics by occasionally looking ahead and side alternately. Looking at the streets with a lot of traffic.

“You talked a lot, anyway. So missed, right?”

Jenar turned her head quickly, I don't know for sure because I was still focused on driving. Maybe he disagrees with my words.

Is it true that since then he's been talking non-stop, so I've been late in bringing him down? Or I who deliberately enjoyed the trip while chatting, to not realize I had missed where I should have dropped Jenar because our directions were not the same.

However, even after we were both aware I did not want to stop either. Jenar also did not mind, heard from confident speech that led to light debate.

“Thank you, yes, Mr. Hara. No objection to take me to campus.”

“Who wants to take you to campus? Don't pe de!”

“The stage is here, Mr. Hara. All the way to campus.”

“No! I want to go home.”

“Much closer distance from here to my campus than from here to the house of Mr. Hara.”

“Not a problem for me.”

“Pak Hara doesn't pity me? What about the old trans bus? I'm late for class, you know.”

“That's your business.”

“If Brother Reyfan knows sir Hara nurunin me on the road, keep me so late to campus, how, yes?”

“You want to talk? Go ahead! Reyfan will trust me more than you.”

“Indeed, anyway. But Brother Neesha definitely believes more in me. If I told Brother Neesha, sir Hara nurunin me on the road continue to stayin me just like that, he will be angry no? About brother Neesha will be angry at Reyfan no, huh? Then Reyfan will be angry because Neesha's sister sulks, no?”

Damnit damnit! This kid managed to shake my indifference with the possibility he mentioned. Actually I can't bear to drop it on the road, while I didn't know there was a bus not up to campus from here. So when he pointed out the direction, I did. Turn the wheel according to the directions.

“Lewat ring road north, yes, Mr. Hara.”

Not only that, I even escorted Jenar to the parking lot of his university building. With a smile unfolding without guilt she said, “At 6 p.m. In Jombor terminal, borobudur.” direction bus platform

I haven't spoken yet, the girl is out of the car. Closing the door and saying, “if sir Hara wants to pick me up, but I don't care, anyway.”

What's that phrase? She's so confident and why does she always misunderstand? What am I the driver?

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