Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

66. Run Trust

🌵When meeting someone, sometimes there is a sense in the heart that judges about the nature, attitude and attitude of the person. That's what we call a hunch.🌵

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Along the way, Hara felt something strange. He thought that only Jenar knew the way to the factory floor of the motif Faiz meant. In reality, Faiz had already arrived at that place first.

They left together, but Faiz did not take the car. She drives her own vespanya, while Jenar, Nanda and her two children join in the car driven by Hara.

When Hara stopped the car in a yard covered with rambutan trees, Faiz was seen talking to a middle-aged man whose hair had turned white. They looked very familiar, like two friends who had met often.

“Well! Here comes a new group arriving,” Faiz said as soon as everyone got out of the car.

Nanda and Jenar compactly said their greetings and kissed the back of the hands of the thick-bodied middle-aged man respectfully.

“How are you, Mr Haji? Healthy, to?” greet Nanda after greeting each other is finished.

“Alhamdulillah healthy. You guys are healthy too, right?” sahut Pak Haji with a friendly smile decorate his wrinkled face.

“Alhamdulillah,” replied Nanda and Faiz almost simultaneously.

“Pantes, iki mau ono manuk prenjak ngoceh wae ning uwit rambutan. Jebul arep ono the great guest,” said Pak Haji while patting Faiz on the shoulder. (There should have been a bird whistling constantly on the rambutan tree. It seems like there are big guests.)

“Sanes Agung, Mr. Haji. Kulo Faiz,” Faiz's joke that was greeted with laughter by Pak Haji. (Not Great, Mr. Haji. I'm Faiz.)

“This you, still like to joke. Not changed since aliyah until now.” said Pak Haji chimed in Faiz jokes.

“Mau turned into ultraman can not, Mr. Haji.” Faiz again joked, until Pak Haji's stomach shook with laughter.

Mr. Haji shook his head then said, “Let's come in! Over time chatting outside later to dry due to heat.”

"Stay lifted, dong, if it's dry." asloh Faiz.

"That's a clothesline, Mas." Nanda chimed in. Sontan again invites laughter.

Mr. Haji embraced Faiz, invited him to walk into the house while continuing to talk trivial things that invite laughter. The others followed from behind. Amongst everyone, only Hara was still feeling astonished. If Faiz already knew this place and knew the owner, why did he ask Jenar to deliver? Wouldn't it be more practical if only Faiz and Hara left, there was no need to bring along the entourage like now?

Hara was more silent, only being a listener as Faiz and Nanda chatted with Haji and his wife. While Jenar also only occasionally responded when asked, it was obvious that Faiz was the one who dominated the chatter.

“True his cousin Nanda, his sister Aneesha who used to order a motive tile here, Mr. Haji.” explained Faiz when introducing Jenar to a middle-aged married couple in front of him.

“Oh! Who used to build a joglo house on Talun's road, yes?” ask Mr. Haji.

“Iya, right. He once drove his brother here first,” Faiz again explained. Jenar looks nodding while smiling kindly.

“This father is old, please be advised if you forget,” as always Pak Haji ended with a small laugh.

“If this, her name is Hara,” Faiz points to Hara sitting next to her, “You could say she is the right hand of Aneesha and her husband, her cool language is personal assistant.”

Mr. Haji nodded in understanding. Faiz continued the sentence when Mr. Haji was lighting a cigarette, “It so happened that Aneesha's joglo house was being renovated, he wanted the floor of the house which was originally wooden to be replaced with a motif tile. So, our arrival here would like to see the pattern of the motif tile that Pak Haji made.”

Until here, Hara had just joined the chat. He asked a lot about the price, how to calculate the estimated tiles needed, various types of tile motifs and so forth.

So fun to talk, until it does not feel the day has gone more and more noon. The voice of azan dzuhur was heard clearly from the mosque loudspeakers, interrupting the conversation. Make everyone quiet, listen to the chants of the prayer that echoed in all directions, calling the call of prayer.

While the others muttered in response to the call of Azaan, Hara picked up a cigarette, then lit it. Smoking can drive away discomfort, because you hear a screaming sound from the mosque's loudspeakers. Although it is used to hearing, but somehow there is always a tickling feeling when hearing the sound of azan. Especially if it sounds obvious because of the close distance, as it is now.

Bu Haji invited Jenar and Nanda to the back to take the wudlu, while Pak Haji said he wanted to change clothes. So Faiz and Hara sat in the living room, with little daughter Faiz sleeping quietly on the sofa.

“So Mas Faiz already know Pak Haji and know this place?” ask Hara. He used the opportunity to express his curiosity.

Faiz nodded. He knew where Hara's question meant, would want to ask why to invite Jenar as a guide if he already knew the address to go.

“Pak Haji Baihaqi was my friend's father in the boarding house first. I often play here if I have a holiday, have stayed too.” Faiz replied explaining.

Hara smokes a cigarette, holds it in her throat and exhales white smoke into the air. He had to look to the left side so that cigarette smoke would not hit the tiny baby who was sleeping soundly on the sofa next to Faiz's seat.

“Sorry, you must be wondering why we don't go alone if I already know this address.” Faiz's guess is right on target, because that's what Hara wanted to ask since.

“Can we go alone, or we can go tomorrow. It does not have to be today as well actually, but there are things I have to do and I have not found the right reason until we talked about ordering tile motive.” Faiz took a cup filled with tea, took a sip of it a little then put it back on the table.

“Actually I have an event later run out dzuhur. I was confused, how about until the time I have to leave, but Lion is still there. There is no way I left him alone with Jenar, but to drive him away is also impolite,” Faiz explained in detail the reason why he invited Jenar to go with us.

“Begini, Hara ... Om Fares has sent a message to me and my father to guard Jenar. So that not just any man can be close to him, especially Lion. Om Fares said, although his family is on good terms with the Lion family, but he really does not want his daughter to have a special relationship with Lion. I do not know the reason for what, but me and my father are just trying to maintain the trust given by Om Fares.”

Faiz took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly before continuing the sentence, “Just like when Aneesha came home from America, then she decided to stay and build a house here. We take care of him wholeheartedly, because you don't want to fail a second time. What happened to Aunt Riani was the biggest failure of my life. As the eldest son-in-law in this family, I have to help you carry out the trust given to him.”

Hara listened well to Faiz's explanation. Though in his heart he felt he did not completely agree. According to him, what Faiz and Pak Teguh did was too conservative in modern times like today. It is no longer his time to apply such restrictive rules.

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The sun from the outside felt right into the house. The walls and roof reflect hot air, making the pores of the skin open to sweat. Hara restores her hair with her fingers, then wipes the sweat drops on her forehead. He pressed the cigarette butts still burning on the ashtray, then took a cup. He downed the cold tea in one sip, then returned the cup to its original place.

It had been a while he waited for people who were praying, while keeping a small baby sleeping on the sofa. Bored, he stood up, looking around the spacious living room. There is a buffet in the middle of the room containing books, trophies, charters and some framed photographs.

Hara took a photo in a 10R-sized frame showing the face of a young man wearing a toga. It was like he was looking at Mr. Haji at a young age, maybe it was a picture of his son. He returned the photo in its original place, after being satisfied to look.

By putting his hands in his pants pocket, he saw the entire contents of the buffet. Of all that was on display, only one name was read over and over again as it was printed on all the awards and trophies. Amri Hasan Baihaqi's. From the name alone it is clear that he is the son of Pak Haji Baihaqi.

However, what intrigued Hara's mind was the name of the agencies on some of the awards' charters. It is inscribed with bold lettering the name of the pesantren which is now the second home for Hara. He tilted his body to be able to see clearly the name of the pesantren. Also the signature and name of the head of the boarding school is a name that he is very familiar with, increasingly making him sure that the son of Pak Haji Baihaqi had studied at the boarding school owned by KH. Mustafa Ali Hidayatullah's.

Hara immediately ended the activity of looking at the contents of the buffet, because she heard the voices of people talking and footsteps from outside. He turned around, as everyone entered the house greeting each other and answering to themselves.

Nanda rushed to the tiny baby who slept on the sofa, not disturbed at all even though he was left long enough.

“Thank you for taking care of my son, sorry to bother.” Nanda told Hara who was still standing on her back to the buffet.

Hara nodded in response to Nanda's words. Faiz approached with Arkaan, his eldest son.. He asked his wife, “How? Safe, right, Nduk?”

“Aman, Mom. Don't wake up at all.” replied Nanda pointing to her little daughter on the sofa.

“Wah! It turns out that in addition to being competent as a personal assistant, Hara is also talented at caring for babies,” as well as Faiz who makes Hara smile thinly.

“Sorry, yes, have to wait for us to pray a bit long.” Faiz said.

Hara nodded back. He had never dealt with a baby in his entire life. If Faiz's daughter had just woken up and cried, she would have been confused and had no idea how to keep her quiet. Luck was on his side, for the cute baby was still sleeping until his parents returned.

“Oh! Yes, it was my only son.” replied Pak Haji with a sad face, as implying a sadness.

“His son Pak Haji studied at Al-Hidayah boarding school?” ask Hara, wanting to confirm her estimate.

Pak Haji nodded, “Betul. Before college, my son studied there.”

“So I've told you, right? His son Pak Haji is my friend when I go to bed first,” between Faiz.

“Mas Faiz has studied at Al-Hidayah too?” Hara throws a question to Faiz.

“Iya. I studied there longer than Amri, his son Pak Haji.” Faiz replied.

Hara's estimates are starting to conical. About the sticker stamped behind Faiz's vespa, Akmal said he had a friend named Faizul and a charter of appreciation he saw on the buffet. It seems like it all has something to do with it.

“Mas Faiz knows Mas Akmal? He santri Al-Hidayah too,” a question more akin to a guess.

“Akmal?” Faiz looked at Hara with a frown like he was trying to remember. Hara nodded and Pak Haji showed an inquisitive look on his face.

“I, really, kind of forgot, huh? Is there a picture of him?” faiz asked, as he could not remember the name mentioned by Hara.

Hara took the phone out of her pants pocket, she quickly opened the photo gallery. Luckily he often took photos of the activities of Pak Wawan's family secretly, so he had a photo of Akmal in his cellphone.

“This,” Hara handed the phone to Faiz.

Faiz's forehead is increasingly wrinkled when looking at photos in the phone. It looks like a man is holding a child. He tried hard to remember the face in the photo. He also exclaimed when he managed to call a memory, “Masyaalloh, if this I know. I once roomed with him and Amri first in the cottage.” Faiz exclaimed in a happy tone.

“You remember him, Nduk? This is Mas's friend who came when we got married first.” Faiz handed over a mobile phone showing a photo to his wife. Sontan Jenar and Bu Haji who were sitting near Nanda also saw.

“Lho, this is Akmal whose home area is Gunung Kidul, right?” said Bu Haji.

“Well! Haji ma'am remember! Whose mother used to often bring thiwul to the cottage, keep our rame-rame eating.” exclaimed Faiz.

“Yes, Alloh! The world is so narrow, right? You know him, Hara?” ask Faiz.

“Not only know, Mas. I live with him now.” Faiz frowned hearing Hara's reply. Not wanting to make Faiz curious, Hara continued the sentence, “I'm her sister-in-law Mas Akmal.”

However, the last sentence that was spoken by Hara actually made Faiz and Nanda sittan look at Hara, then look at each other with a questionable view.

Hara raised a little one corner of her lips. He knew what Nanda and Faiz's gaze meant, but there was no time to explain how it related to Akmal.

Faiz and Nanda had to go to the venue immediately, even though the discussion about the motif tile had not been completed. Faiz entrusted Jenar to Hara, because it was impossible for him who just drove a vespa to bring Jenar along. If he had not allowed Jenar alone with Lion, now Faiz let his cousin-in-law was escorted home by Hara.ia and Nanda both had a good feeling about Hara.

Stay Hara and Jenar at the place of Pak Haji, make a video call with Aneesha and Reyfan so they can choose directly the desired tile motif. Also talk about the delivery and installation of tiles.

“Tomorrow let my employees come there to calculate how many tiles are needed, all sketching the installation of tiles.” said Pak Haji after obtaining the approval of the motive requested by Aneesha.

“Good, Mr. Haji. For all my charges transfer after, or now need dp?” ask Hara in a serious tone.

“Later if it has been found out how much is needed, let me calculate first with the cost of installation and polishing.” replied Mr. Haji.

These two people were already used to talking about business, so the conversation that was originally relaxed, had now become serious. You can put yourself and your position.

“Then I say back home, Mr.” said Hara while putting the phone in her pants pocket.

“Lha, really, hurry? No lunch first, to?” Mr. Haji intends to hold his guest.

However, Hara refused politely. A few minutes ago, he got a message from a friend who wanted to meet. Coincidentally this friend was in Magelang for a few days, a rare opportunity to meet a friend who was equally busy.

“Alright then. So budgeted, nih.” said Pak Haji sungkan.

“How's it going, sir? The treats are many like this, kok.” replied Hara pointing to snacks available on the table.

“Do not come here, yes.” said Mr. Haji.

“No kapok, Mr. Haji. The origin of the floor motif can be discount.” as long as Hara is greeted with laughter by Pak Haji.

Just be more silent. She only spoke during a video call with Aneesha, helping to comment on the plumb motif her sister would choose. Next he let Hara and Pak Haji talk. If he could choose, he would go with Nanda and Faiz earlier. Unfortunately, Faiz did not bring a car so Jenar was forced to leave with Hara.

Now he must be in an uncomfortable situation, sitting alone with Hara in the car. While Hara is seen driving quietly, without caring about the agitated Jenar.

“Let me go down on the road only, if Mr. Hara hastily there is another event.” Jenar had heard when Hara said goodbye to Pak Haji. He knew that if Hara had an appointment with her friend, she would not want to be a bully.

“Can't!” answer Hara briefly.

“Pak Hara wants to see a friend, right? I can go home by myself, no need to be delivered. From later friend Pak Hara waited a long time because the father had to take me home first.” Jenar carefully chose the sentence so as not to offend Hara. The man's cold and thin attitude managed to make Jenar always think long before saying.

“Mas Faiz nitipin you to me, if I get you down on the road and go home alone, I become an irresponsible person.” said Hara without shifting focus from staring at the road in front of her.

Jenar had opened her mouth to answer, but Hara first said ketus with a tone that did not want to be refuted, “I met a friend first, only after that you I take home.”

Jenar did not dare to answer, because Hara did not give the girl a chance to refuse. He can only resigned to follow the wishes of Hara, when in fact he wants to go home, take a shower and relax by watching Korean dramas that he has stored in his laptop playlist. Hope can enjoy the holiday accompanied by a handsome oppa and cute buyar already. It replaced it with a gray Sunday because without a plan he went with the stiffest man he had ever known. The blackboard that can't be a little friendly.

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Hiya! How are you guys? 

How's this long part? It's enough to answer the question that yesterday implied, right? Oh, yeah. Is there a similar notice to his son Pak Haji Baihaqi? Who is he, why does his name appear not with his figure? A little spill, yeah. He won't show up here, because it's already convenient in WP. Ih, Miss Desi how is that? Hehe ... 

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Someone must be feeling weird, right? That's how Faiz can casually nitipin Jenar to Hara, while the same Lion should not be near, even invited to go. Sometimes we if we meet people already sreg since the first time, but there are also those who have ilfill at the beginning of the meeting. Nah! This Faiz has clicked with Hara since the beginning of the meeting, if there are still people who remember in HSP they both took care of the marriage of Aneesha and Reyfan. Continuing on the night of the Faiz family gathering invited Hara to join when explaining about the nasab to Nanda, Sari and Mbah Uti. 

Nah! After knowing Hara's sister-in-law Akmal, about Faiz would be more familiar not with him? Uh, that's not just brought Jenar home with Hara, where they want to go. Wait for the next part. 

Happy weekend, guys,

Greetings from me that are full of love.😊

Desi Desma/La Lu Na