Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah
60. Wrong Kira.
🍁If women put too forward feelings rather than logic, then men often misinterpret the attitude of women who sometimes just do not match their feelings.🍁
Hara's.
If it wasn't for work responsibilities, maybe I would have chosen to sleep at home instead of driving in the rain like this. Jalan Yogya-Magelang a little quiet, not many vehicles that drove because of heavy rain, during the day.
Many times I rubbed my face violently to expel the drowsiness that was about to come. The body feels very tired, because some days Kyai Ali's schedule fills the study very densely. Last night, I was able to rest through midnight. Early in the morning, I had to take Kyai Ali to fill out a routine study at the shelter of women workers in commercial kks.
Routines every midweek are enough energy and thoughts. Because, it is not enough to just drive and control Kyai Ali from the beginning until the completion of the study. There, I also had to be prepared for all the unexpected behavior of the residents of the localization. Some come to study in super tight clothes that do not hide their curves, deliberately smoking while listening to the study, some are deliberately spread charm to tease. Never before had I ever imagined that I would be in such a dangerous place and situation.
At 13:20, the heavy rain had not subsided when I parked the car in Aneesha's backyard. Very quiet, no one seems to be on the move. Maybe because of the rain, the workers would choose to do work inside the house that avoid the rain
Sure enough, there was the sound of people sawing wood, also hitting nails, when I just got to the back door of the house that was open. While wiping the wet clothes, I looked inside. Some people seem to be working jokingly.
Seeing my presence, one of them stopped the activity to say hello, “Tak kiro nek ora rene je, Mas. Udan deres koyo ngene.” (I don't think I'm here, Mom. Rain like this.)
I approached them, nodding as a sign of greeting. Without much ado I immediately researched where the renovation stage they were working on, including what is needed so that the work process is not hampered.
I have to admit they work with professionals, according to an agreed employment contract. So actually I do not need to worry about the results of their work, but for the sake of responsibility still have to do supervision. Often the carelessness occurs not because it is not professional at work, but because of the lack of supervision from the relevant parties.
Until the afternoon I was still there. In addition to overseeing the work of the craftsman, also waiting for rain that seems to have no signs of subsiding. I decided to sit down for a while with the craftsmen who had finished work. We chatted pleasantries while smoking, amidst the rumbling sounds of rain.
“Tak damelke unjukan malih, nggih, Mas?” mbak Sayumi shouted from the kitchen, competing with the sound of rain from outside. (I made another drink, yes, Mas.)
“Pun bothers, Ma'am. Ning nek onten nggih mboten nolak,” was always a handyman who was struck with laughter by everyone. (Don't bother, Ma'am. But if there is, yes, do not refuse.)
I shook my head as I exhaled the cigarette smoke I had just smoked. Trying to blend in with those who are joking, even though they do not want to respond at all.
The crisp laughter of the artisans came to a halt, as the sound of footsteps ran from the door. Instantly everyone's focus was on the girl who had just entered hurriedly while saying her regards.
“Assalamu’alaikum! Ma'am Say! Please bring clothes and towels! Bring it to the bathroom!” jenar shouted while putting the bag carelessly, then darted towards the bathroom located near the kitchen.
Everyone murmured in response to the greeting, of course I did not. There was a faint sound of Sister Sayumi grumbling while picking up the bags and shoes of Jenar scattered on the floor.
“Owalah, boy! Yen dikon gowo umbrella ora tau gelem, even choose bali udan-udan. Nek in the wind wae, gawe confused wong sak doneo.” (Basic, kid! If told to bring an umbrella does not want, even choose to go home the rain. If you are sick, confuse the world.)
Although I do not really understand what Mbak Sayumi said, but I know he is grumbling over the attitude of Jenar. My attention was distracted because the workers were talking to each other about the girl who had just returned home in the soaked clothes.
“Ayu, yo, sing duwe omah?” ask someone who is the leader of this renovation project. (beautiful, yes, who has a house?)
Another responded by nodding his head, “Anak e Mbak Riani ayu ro ganteng kabeh telune. The most kalem yo, Jenar. Ayu, sunha, pinter naji, menengan, wes tree e would-be dreaman.” (She's Ma'am Riani is beautiful and handsome all three. The calmest, yes, Jenar. Beautiful, soft, good at reading al-qur’an, quiet, anyway the ideal son-in-law.)
“Suitable yen dadi mantune Pak Kyai, yo? Cobo I duwe lanang son, want to not knowke,” said the other. (Suitable to be Pak Kyai's son-in-law, huh? Let me have a son, I want to introduce.)
“Hust! Riani Rung's mother must be your rods! Jenar uwis fiancee karo konco kulue.” disclaims project leader. Caught with laughter by others. (Hust! Mbak Riani does not necessarily want to besananan with you. Jenar, right, is engaged to her college friend.)
“Wah! Mr. handyman is disappointed.” all laugh and joke, whereas I don't want to respond to anything. Not many people know that Ghufron is dead. Whereas most of the workers of Aneesha's home renovation project are neighbors who live in one village with Pak Teguh.
From the tail of the eye, I caught a shadow of Jenar receiving a shirt that was stretched out by Sister Sayumi, then she ran. I looked up, followed the direction of his departure until it disappeared behind the wall. I still remember yesterday night, when he slept soundly all the way home from Yogya to Magelang. Until I had to carry her and lay her in the room. Very inconvenient.
Funny too, I was willing to sacrifice a promise with my dear niece, for the sake of Jenar who didn't even say thank you. He should have seen me here, right? It seemed like he had no intention to meet me and say thank you. Because, he actually showed an attitude as if we did not know each other.
Saysumi's mother came with a tray containing several cups of tea that still reflects hot steam. He moved the contents of the tray on the table, while welcoming, “Monggo drunk, still warm. It rained so hard, huh?”
We were having a light conversation, when I saw Jenar walking past. Our gaze had met, but only for a moment because he immediately threw away a face. He became the subject of the artisans, and it was quite disturbing to me. It is not me that is spoken of, but there is a sense of unwillingness when I find out others judge Jenar not directly in front of him, but only whisper to each other.
Sayumi's mother said goodbye, rushing away following her employer who walked quickly to the room.
“Sekecake, ngggeh! (Happy enjoying, yes!) Sorry, I have to accompany Jenar. If it rains like this he likes to fear himself, maybe afraid of being struck by lightning he.” explained Mbak Sayumi before passing.
Among all these people, perhaps I am the only one who knows about the true state of Jenar. Given the story of Jenar the other day, it was natural that he was afraid when it rained heavily. It could be that a piece of the incident flashed through his memory, like he was playing a cassette tape.
The rain gradually subsided though still leaving a tight drizzle. The workers packed up to go home, and so did I. There is no way I will linger in this house, because there is still another job waiting. I also still have a debt that I must pay to Naufal immediately.
A few days after that day, Jenar and I rarely met let alone talked. Sometimes we cross paths, but do not reprimand each other because of situations and conditions that are not possible. I was busy with my work, and he was drowning in his own business.
However, sometimes Jenar managed to attract my attention. I saw him waiting for a bus on the side of the road. He deliberately pulled over from the crowd, must have been avoiding that his hobby did not relapse. Not out of thought with this kind of person Jenar. Already know he has weaknesses, but do not necessarily want to overcome them so as not to inhibit the activity. Instead of hiding the situation, behave as if his condition is fine.
Is that the nature of women? Rarely want to be frank and put forward a bad taste or condolence. Always think more about the feelings of others and sacrifice their own feelings.
Same thing I saw this weekend. While I was having a hard time making records of building materials purchases and handyman wages, a routine every weekend. I had to report every detail of the renovation to Reyfan, but the view ahead shifted the focus.
It appears a man is dropping off a lot of items from a green jeep car. So many items that are taken down, so more like people want to move. Meanwhile, Ma'am Sayumi was pushed out of the house, immediately helping to bring the man's luggage. For a moment I want to laugh with the Lion's behavior that came carrying a lot of stuff. I don't know what he brought, until he did not end up getting out of the car.
So remember the short message on Jenar's phone that I accidentally read, it turns out that the boy actually came. Soon I will definitely see the thrill of love seduction drama is not clear style young people who usually only exist in television series.
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Hi friends .. dear readers whom I love and am proud of. How are you doing? Long long time no see, huh? It feels like waiting for this story to come up. I told you, don't wait! Still waiting, hehe.
Until here there is a gregeten with Mr Hara? I guess he'll be sensitive to no, huh? Time yes, just want to watch Lion looking for a gap to release the arrow of seduction against Jenar. That's Mr. Hara why shut up, anyway? Mbok yes, called the strings, loh. Uh, why am I the gregetan, huh?😊😂 Though I know the storyline.
The next chapter we find out about Jenar's feelings, huh? About how the response brought many items the same brother Lionel Baga Wisesa.
Sorry, for the inconvenience. My plan after the 8th yesterday will focus on completing this script until the end. Qodarulloh, the children are sick and the husband is not to be disturbed because of his work is now double-doubel, thank God. So, it has not been able to make the reader happy to be able to enjoy the continuation of this story every day.
However, I still try to type even though it is very very very slow, (hyperball use really, yes?) 😊
Please forgive, yes, dear friends. Insyaalloh remained advanced even though somewhat faltered. Thank you to all my dear readers, who have waited patiently.😊
Greetings dear, dear,
La Lu Na (Desi Desma)
