Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

65. The Path of Destiny

🍁Often the journey of life comes down to events that happen beyond our reason, but that is destiny ... always goes according to His plan.🍁

Hara's.

“This is home or palace, anyway? Very large, there is a pendopo, gazebo, garden, fish pond. Yeah, Alloh! Your boss is rich, huh, Hara?” mas Akmal said in amazement, looking around Aneesha's house.

“That's, Mas. This is just one of his houses, there are still villas, apartments and houses that are occupied by themselves in Jakarta there.”.

“So your boss lives in Jakarta? This wide place is empty, dong?” ask Mas Akmal.

“Ngak, Mom. There is his sister who lives here,” I replied.

“Oh, the girl who once fainted keep you taking her home, huh? Dare she live in a place this big alone?” mash Akmal asked in disbelief.

“Bare, Mas. There's a housekeeper, really. There is a night watch as well, sirde same cousin also often here. Now even every day many people because there is a renovation job.”

Mas Akmal clucked while shaking his head, amazed. Though Aneesha's house is not too big, only the land is indeed wide. There are still many houses that are bigger and more luxurious than this, but success makes Mas Akmal stunned. He even got off the bike to see more clearly around.

“There's an event, huh? Many people there?” tanya Mas Akmal while pointing with his chin towards the gazebo, saw several mothers sitting there talking. While in the pendopo there are some children who are drawing pictures.

“Custom, Mas. Each week is used for special needs children's art training. Someone is learning njai also there,” I replied pointing to the direction of mushola.

“Mashaalloh! Your boss is cool, Hara!”

Uncompleted Mas Akmal admires Aneesha's house, a green jeep enters the courtyard. The driver threw a friendly smile as he stopped the car in front of us. It is worth appreciating the spirit of Lion, after yesterday did not have a lot of chance to chat with Jenar, this afternoon he came again. Steady struggle to get the attention of Jenar.

“Good afternoon, Mr Hara? Meet again we.” greet Lion friendly, after getting off the car and removing his sunglasses.

I nodded, returning his greeting. He passed after shaking hands with me and Mas Akmal, probably already eager to meet his heart.

“Come, bali (home), Sir!” exclaim Naufal interrupted Mas Akmal who was still looking at the spacious courtyard in front of the pendopo.

Without answering, Mas Akmal stopped his takjup and immediately got on the bike. For a few seconds, he was silent with his eyes fixed in one direction. Even to stop the movement of the hands that want to wear a helmet.

“Mas kayak knows the vespa, deh, Hara.” he said pointing to a gray vespa parked under a cherry tree near the mushola.

“Oh, it's Mas Faiz, his cousin boss.” I replied.

“Faiz?” Mas Akmal looked at me with a frown, making me nod in doubt.

“Abdullah Faizul Muhan, isn't it?”

“Wah! If his full name I don't know, my. Just know his nickname.”

Mas Akmal scratched his head while grinning. Then he pointed at the sticker stuck on his helmet, “Stiker on the back of that vespa, the same as this, right?”

I noticed a sticker that was appointed by Mas Akmal, the same color as the one stuck on the back of the vespa. However, I do not know whether the writing and images are the same or not, because I can not see clearly the stickers attached to the Vespa belongs to Mas Faiz.

“Come, to, Sir!” Naufal interrupted again. The child must be tired and full so want to go home quickly. He even refused when I offered to go home in the car, wanting to stay home with his father on the bike. He said he was dizzy when he got in the car with AC, you little boy!

“That has a sticker like this must be one generation with me in the cottage first. I have a friend, his name is Faizul, we have not seen each other for a long time. If it's true that Vespa has him, send greetings, yes!” obviously Mas Akmal while wearing a helmet and then turn on the motor.

“Try me later ask, Mas.”.

“Ya, already. I came home, yes.” said Mas Akmal.

“Still, yes, Mas. I've been pushing me here. Careful, Naufal is sleepy like.” I pinched slowly on Naufal's cheek, anxious.

“Sing drowsiness to throw it away! (That sleepy, just throw it in the road)” said Mas Akmal ended with laughter.

“Mr!” naufal exclaimed with a whining tone.

Mas Akmal's laughter and Naufal's grunts were still faint, as the motor began speeding out of the courtyard of the house. I shook my head, staring at their departure until they disappeared behind the fence. Just approached the car parked next to the mushola.

It hasn't changed since yesterday I left it, only the car was covered in a cover to protect it from rainwater. Obviously no one could pull the car over, or put it in the garage. Because, I brought the key and I didn't leave any messages regarding the car. Yesterday, I took Lion away, without thinking about the car problem, an absurd impulsive attitude indeed. Luckily someone took the initiative to close the car, so it is safe to be exposed to rain.

After opening the cover, I turned on the engine, took a rag to wipe away the dirty and slightly wet parts. There was a faint sound of people reading the holy verse. My reflexes peered into a small mushola through an open wooden window. It seems that Mas Faiz was giving an example of how to chant the recitation of the holy verse to the little children who were sitting quietly in front of him.

Faiz's sweet voice sounded loud, beautiful to the point of entering the heart. Especially when a group of children imitate the reading of Mas Faiz, the success is thrilling.

I felt a strange pulse in there, like something was tickling and pushing me to sharpen my hearing. I don't understand what this feeling is. When along with the breeze that hit, there is a vibration felt in the chest. I rubbed my arms and nape, laying down the fur of Rome that stood without excuse.

I repeatedly tried to ignore it, but the strong impulse from within forced me to stop the activity. I walked a few steps, then sat on a large rock close to where the wudlu was. From here, the melodious voice was heard more clearly, the shakes in the heart were even more stirring. Yeah, God! My chest is tight, but I don't want to stop listening to it.

Kuremas shirt chest part while closing the eyes, resisting the tightness that is present just like that. Cold sweat came out from my back and forehead, feeling very cold from the wind; goosebumps. Although it is common to hear people teach, but the tightness in the chest does not go away or just decrease. It was always like this ..even until the sound stopped; I was still inside the whirlwind. Everything around me is blurred and I'm alone.

Irregular heart rate gradually found its rhythm, tightness in the chest was reduced. The melodious voice had stopped a while ago, changing with the murmurs of people coming out of the mushola.

One by one the people left the pendopo, because their activities had been completed. The roar of the motor engine sounded thunderous, but only for a moment. Instantly the condition of the joglo house that was originally crowded, became quiet.

The sensation of smoke from a burned cigarette is felt to enter the respiratory stream, tickling the nerves that connect with the brain. My mind was glaring, imagining things. Until a flash of mama's face crossed my mind without being prevented, making me automatically smile wryly.

Mama .. who always has the answer to every question. The one who knows most about my desires, even before I speak them out. Even my mother often guessed exactly what I was thinking. If mama was here now, maybe she knew about my inner turmoil.

‘How are you, Ma? I want to meet you, as often as I think of you, my inner’ is in the heart.

If there is a most painful longing, that's what I feel right now. Missing the one who has passed away, wanting to meet the one who has lived in a different realm. If Mbak Nabila and Mbak Nadia can miss them through do’a, then I can only cry without tears.

The wind gushed fiercely against the body, making my slightly elongated hair fall apart. Ring it with the left hand fingers, while smoking a cigarette that lives half. I don't know why cigarettes also feel bitter, like being late in my mood that is uncertain.

“Hara!”

I looked back, when I heard a screaming voice calling. From the direction of the pendopo, it appears Mas Faiz waved his hand while shouting again, “Sini! Ngeteh together!”

Sontan I nodded, though not immediately moved. There were Mas Faiz's sons there, so I had to put out the cigarettes first. It is not good to smoke near a small child, let alone the second daughter Mas Faiz is still very small. I can't be a selfish smoker.

I just got up, after I finished smoking and Mas Faiz had already called for a second time. Some people were sitting on mats, with a variety of treats and teas puffing hot smoke. Lion was already pretentious chatting casually with Mas Faiz's wife and Jenar, while Mas Faiz was joking with his children.

“Yesterday I came here, but njenengan (you) have gone home. Tumben home fast, there are other events, yes?” asked Mas Faiz after I sat nearby.

“Iya, Mas. It was cloudy once, so I came home quickly.” I replied reasoned.

“For Pak Hara want to go home quickly yesterday, I am not satisfied chatting with Jenar.” between Lion grumbling. However, no one responded.

“Oya, why was the car left behind? Broken, yes?” ask Mas Faiz.

“Nggak-,” I paused the sentence, thinking quickly looking for a logical reason just continued, “kemarin Reyfan said Tara wanted to come check the engine of the cars in the garage. I think if the car wants to be used Tara, it turns out she did not come.”

Mas Faiz nodded, Jenar lowered her head, Mbak Nanda glanced at me and Lion sneered. Makes me feel a little awkward for the reason I'm saying is very strange.

“I want to talk about the problem of the floor of the house to be replaced, you know.” said Mas Faiz interrupted my awkwardness.

“Oh, yes, Mas. Aneesha wants the floor of the house unless the rooms are replaced all. Who used a wooden floor, wanted to be replaced with a motif tile he said.” I replied explaining about the chat with Aneesha and Reyfan a few days ago by phone.

“Tegel motif like this?” Mas Faiz pointed at the pendopo floor, where we were sitting.

I nodded confirming, “Iya, but I don't know where the message is like this. Who used to order this, huh, Mas?”

“Aneesha herself who ordered. He looks for the manufacturer, comes to the production site, choose the motif to measure the area of this floor itself.” replied Mas Faiz.

I didn't know about the construction of this place, Aneesha herself took care of everything. After her marriage to Reyfan, she handed over to Mas Faiz and Mbak Nanda to take care of this place. So during this renovation I had a lot of discussions with them, as well as Mr. Teguh.

“You've been to the factory of that motif tile, right, Jen?” Mas Faiz asked Jenar on the sidelines of our discussion.

Jenar who was listening to Lion speak, was shocked. Sontan looked up and asked, “Factory of motif tiles belongs to Pak Haji Baihaqi, right, Mas?”

Mas Faiz nodded, “Iya. The one we ordered the sink there too.”

“Oh! Yes, I once took Brother Neesha there,” said Jenar

“Means you can take us there, dong?,” asked Mas Faiz.

“Insyaalloh can,” Reply Genar briefly.

“Alhamdulillah .. sorted about the motif tile,” said Mas Faiz full of relief.

I haven't said anything yet, there's actually still something I want to discuss with Mas Faiz. However, Jenar suddenly moved while asking, “We're leaving now, Mas?”

I looked up, saw Jenar standing up. I haven't had time to talk, Lion has preceded, “No way, dong, Jen! When you want to leave, I'm still here. Just the plan I want to take you on the road, you know.”

Jenar looks wrong, “Sorry, Brother. I have to go now, on Sunday, if tomorrow I have a lecture schedule.”

I still can't read the situation. Confused to see Mas Faiz and Mbak Nanda who nodded and went along. Even Mas Faiz handed his little daughter over to Mbak Nanda, then he cleared up the treats. I had to scratch my head which of course did not itch, because I did not understand what happened suddenly. Sometimes fate goes beyond our reasoning.

We all left Lion just like that. I offered him to come along, even if it was just a small talk. However, he did not want to and chose to go home to Wonosobo. This time it wasn't me who foiled her date with Jenar, but Mas Faiz. It seems like Mas Faiz and Mbak Nanda don't like Lion lingering here. Of course they must act carefully towards every guest who comes, let alone to meet Jenar. Because Jenar was in their responsibility, during her stay away from her parents.

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