Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

67. Go Both without a Plan

🌹There is no destiny by chance, all according to His plan. Will not be able to avoid if Alloh has willed.🌹

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I threw my eyes out through the side window. Occasionally looking straight ahead and then looking down while squeezing fingers that are linked to each other. I don't know how many times I took off my finger link, played the tip of the hijab, pretended to fix the hijab, then squeezed the fingers back.

If I'm nervous, my fingers can't stay still. There's just something to play. Either cell phone, hijab, gamis, even by squeezing each other's palms. Spontaneous movements that I do to expel discomfort and try to reduce anxiety.

How not to feel restless? Because, the journey we went through was far enough, but there are no signs of it will arrive. From the production site of the motif tile, Mr. Hara directed the steering to the south. Down the rural road leading to Borobudur. Success I was worried, because Mr. Hara took me away very far from home.

At first I thought Mr. Hara's friend might be traveling in Borobudur temple, it turned out wrong. Because, the navigation direction attached to Pak Hara's phone does not lead to it. Except in the direction of the hills.

I had a glance at the name of the place listed on the navigation map, a restaurant located in the village of Ngargogondo Borobudur sub-district. From the highway Pak Hara deflects the steering wheel in through a narrow road and uphill because the location of the restaurant is located on a hill.

A place that has recently been a hot topic in Magelang. Restaurants and lounges that not only provide food but also venues and views. It is suitable to be used as an event venue or just hanging out to enjoy the scenery.

As a person who actively surfs on social media, I am very aware of the news about this place. The photos are scattered on the timeline, a little pecking desire to visit. However, visiting a place with beautiful natural scenery with a foreign man and without a plan, is certainly not fun.

Mr. Hara stopped the car in a parking lot that was quite wide, after passing through a narrow road, uphill and winding. He rushed out of the car without caring about me who was trying to dispel the uneasiness. I saw from the windshield, he was looking around. The wind that blew hard managed to make his hair fall apart.

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Come to think of it, now Mr. Hara looks different. Hair that used to be neat and well-made at all times, is now more often left alone. If I used to see him wear a three-piece suit complete with a tie and fantofel shoes, now he often wears a shirt suit and chinos pants. The shoes used are no longer official shoes, but shoes. I've even seen him wear the same brand of flip-flops I used to wear at home.

I turned to the right side, because Mr. Hara opened the car door. I thought he was about to take something, instead asked me, “Ngot out?”

I shook my head hard. Jemari could not be silent, her mind was still not calm. I answer Mr Hara's question even with a question that implies doubt, “I can wait in the car just not?”

“I might be long. Are you sure you want to wait here?” He moved his eyebrows confirming my question.

I became more doubtful. One side I would love to go up to the restaurant to see the natural scenery from up there. However, it was an unpleasant feeling to ask to stay in the car alone. Because, I do not know yet what kind of friends will be met by Mr Hara, male or female? Business or playmates? Various prejudices revolve in the brain, making it even harder to make decisions.

“Ya, already. If you don't want to go down it's up to you, but I don't promise I can finish quickly. Do not blame me if later you are bored, or even hungry here.” said Mr. Hara while pulling body, then close the car door.

He walked slowly away from the car. I weighed in my heart, about staying in the car or following Mr. Hara while looking around the parking lot. Slender. There were a few cars, but no one was seen around. Not even a person even if just passing, the fontan makes my hair stand up.

I immediately decided to get out of the car. Half-run I caught up with Mr. Hara who was about to climb the stairs to the restaurant. I rubbed both arms with my palms, driving away the cold and haunted air that was saying hello.

“Pak Hara, wait!” I shouted while half running after him.

“Not so wait in the car?” ask Mr. Hara in a tone that sounds trivial.

I shook my head, knowing that Mr. Hara did not see because the man walked in front of me without looking at me.

“There quiet, I fear there are ghosts.” I replied origin while looking into the parking lot for a while then shrugged, shuddering in horror.

Mr. Hara is seen shaking his head, while continuing to walk up the stairs are quite long. I'm sure he must be laughing at my behavior inwardly.

“Then come I am not afraid of being billed a promise?” ask Mr. Hara again.

“Appointment?” I repeated the question with a frown, not understanding what he was asking.

Mr. Hara stopped his steps right when he reached the top of the stairs. I also stopped spontaneously. In front of the real emblazoned joglo house building is quite large with a spacious yard. There are several chairs and tables with large umbrellas. There is also a semicircular shaped like a bar table that is right facing the cliff. The long journey with difficult terrain paid off already when it came to the restaurant that built the top of this hill. Instantly the fear, worry and discomfort disappear, like dew evaporating from the sun.

I was quiet for a while. I don't know what was muttered by Mr. Hara, not entirely heard, because I was admiring the uniqueness of the restaurant layout. Half-conscious, I stepped up, passing Mr. Hara while looking in all directions. I was really fascinated by the beauty of a simple restaurant building, but it was luxurious because of the ethnic nuances combined with a modern-style layout.

I turned my body, this time the natural scenery that seemed from the top of the hill managed to hypnotize the eyes. As far as the eye could see, the vast expanse of green seemed like a carpet held beneath the mountains. The thin fog that enveloped, adding to the scenery, it felt like being in the land above the clouds.

A panorama of six mountains visible from where I stand. Mount Merapi, Merbabu, Telomoyo, Andong, Sumbing and Prau look faint, because it is cloudy. Not only that, Borobudur temple is also visible although small and not so clear because it is covered in fog. If the weather is sunny, the view must be better and charming.

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Long enough lulled by the beautiful scenery that I just saw this time, comfortable drowning in the beauty foam. Until a man suddenly stood beside me, awakening from the reverie.

“Sorry, Ma'am. Already booked a place?” ask the waiters who wear a red brick shirt uniform.

“Eh? Sa-” I paused the sentence while wobbly. Just realized that Mr. Hara was nowhere near me. Where is that guy? Why don't you go tell me?

“If you have not booked, let me show you a place that is still empty,” said waiters again.

I'm still in a daze looking for the whereabouts of Mr. Hara, not yet able to answer the waiters' questions. While scratching the head which of course does not itch, it makes me mumble indistinctly. Grumbling because Mr. Hara left me without words. It's not polite that guy.

“How, Mbak?”

Just as the waiters asked again, I saw Mr. Hara emerge from the building of the joglo house. Without looking at me, the man just walked towards the chair that was shaded by a large umbrella.

Seeing that I immediately answered the waiters question quickly while pointing towards Pak Hara, “Sorry, Mas. I came with him.”

Politely the waiters nodded, then let me catch up with Mr. Hara.

I took a seat in front of Mr. Hara who had sat first. Seeing him guiltlessly take a cigarette and light it, of course I grumbled.

“Pak Hara why didn't you say? I was confused asked waiters.”

“I said you won't hear,” replied Mr. Hara casually. It smokes cigarettes, hissing to hold the smoke in the throat then exhales slowly.

“Indeed, Mr Hara said to me?” I was curious, because as I recall Mr. Hara said nothing.

He nodded, without an answer. This man is very stiff, very irritable to talk, if asked also answered briefly, clearly and too densely.

“Pak Hara said what just now? How, I don't know?” I frowned, a sign of thinking.

“Many.” replied Mr. Hara briefly.

He cast a sideways glance, but his body leaned forward by bending his elbows. His right hand was outstretched, knocking a cigarette into an ashtray to throw ash at the end.

“Because you are dumb, so do not know what I said,” replied Mr. Hara sharply while continuing to smoke.

“Can be repeated again no, was Pak Hara talking to me?” I was curious about what Mr. Hara said earlier, lest there be something important.

He hissed again, holding the cigarette smoke he had just inhaled in his throat for a moment. Then, a white puff of smoke came out from his mouth and nose.

“Let's pay for my order.” the answer is serious. There was no joking in his words.

My eyes bulged in surprise. I subconsciously exclaimed loudly, “What?”

“Not heard what I said?” Mr. Hara looked down at me.

That gaze made me reply with stammering reply because it felt clumsy, “Bu-kan did not hear, ta-pi-”

“Tempo the day you promised to practice me, right? Why is it so surprising now?” I saw Mr. Hara flicking a finger, throwing the ashes collected at the end of his cigarette butt into the ashtray.

“Iya, anyway. But not now also times, sir.” I replied sluggishly.

“If next time not necessarily I have time, now we are here, you can pay for my order later,” replied Mr. Hara lightly. He picked up the menu book lying on the table, opened it and read it.

“Now I have not been able to fulfill my promise, can not pay for my order,” I replied honestly. Rather than being difficult in the end, it is better to be honest in the beginning.

“Why can't?” ask Mr. Hara, whether he really does not know, or just pretending. I left without bringing anything. Because we left immediately as soon as Mas Faiz invited us. Without having time to take a bag, wallet, or even a cell phone. I really left empty-handed.

I reached into the pocket of the game to take something, showed a piece of purple money to Mr. Hara, “I only have this soon, where can you pay for your order? Make pay a cup of coffee here is also not enough.”

Mr. Hara saw the money I showed you. Although he was just silent, but I guess he was laughing underestimating me in the heart.

“OK!” exclaim Mr. Hara. He paused the sentence to throw cigarette smoke into the air, “I pay first, but later you change when you get home.”

Yes Alloh! This human being wants to make use of my promise or what, anyway? Very insistent ask to be treated. I think he has more money than me. Students who only rely on remittances from parents, certainly can not be compared with Mr. Hara who sleep alone can pay from Kak Neesha and Kak Reyfan.

“Ehm-” hesitate I want to refute. Although I actually did not dare to refute Mr. Hara's words, but to agree with it, it felt heavy.

“Cannot be replaced only, Mr Hara?” ask me very carefully.

“What's replaced?” Mr. Hara returned my question that might not have been clear to him.

“The place ... can we not eat anywhere else? Not here, I mean,” I'm trying to negotiate. It does not feel willing if you have to spend savings from online sales, just to practice Pak Hara eating at this place.

“Can't! My friend is staying at this hotel, he's coming soon. Anyway I do not know any other place,” replied Mr. Hara ketus.

I was breathing out. Inwardly complain and regret for getting out of the car. If only I had stayed still in the car, waiting for Mr. Hara to finish meeting his friend, would not have been unlucky to have to treat him. Instead of reneging on promises, it's just that there really is no plan to treat Mr. Hara in an expensive place like this.

I know the price of food and drink in tourist attractions like this is quite draining of the bag. Because, in addition to selling the venue they also sell views. Dining with the concept of an instagramable layout, presenting beautiful natural scenery is impossible to rate the price of food just like a regular restaurant. Even to come to this place, you have to make a reservation first. Because it is always full of visitors.

Although logic and economic soul thrashed, I can only surrender to fulfill the wishes of Mr. Hara. That man must not care what I think. It's my fault why I had to make an appointment with him.

“Well! That they came,” said Mr. Hara suddenly. He waved his hand up while exclaiming, “Woi! Right here.”

I'm curious who the friend that Mr. Hara will meet sontan looking back. Squinting eyes to see two men walking from a distance. One of the two men returned Mr. Hara's hand.

I widened my eyes when I saw clearly two tall men throwing smiles while walking over. My reflex stood in a hurry until my chair almost fell. Lucky to be able to quickly reach the back of the chair, so just sway.

My gaze could not be separated from staring at the two men with blaster face. Until the two men had stood in front and shaken hands with Mr. Hara, I did not blink to see them. I can't believe I met them in this place.

“Whatshap, Bro?” greet one of the two men with a face almost similar to that to Pak Hara.

“I thought you were alone, Dan. It turns out with his beloved sister,” replied Mr. Hara. They clenched their hands and made a tos movement by punching each other.

“Now he is diligent in following me, he wants to be a good boy he said.” replied Kak Danish. The eldest son of the owner of the foundation where my school is located, is also the heir to the largest business empire in Surabaya.

Mr. Hara laughed. Then switch to do tos with the guy next to Danish, “That's it, dong! The successors of the Wijaya Group must learn to take care of business. Don't play with the job.”

“Actually males, anyway, Sister. But if I do not want to intervene from now on, afraid of being crossed off from the family card.” replied the blue-eyed man ended with a laugh.

I winked, because Brother Danish and his brother compactly glanced at me. A friendly smile fell on Sister Danish's lips, but her sister showed a smirk smile that made me sittan down. His gaze has not changed since then until now. Sharp and judgmental. Anyone would want to avoid his gaze.

“Kak Hara, how can I stay with Jenar?” That question sounded in my ear. She must have guessed the no-no why I could be with Mr. Hara here.

“Of course you can, you forgot that Hara cooperated with her brother Jenar?” It wasn't Mr. Hara who answered, it was Sister Danish.

He said as he took his seat, sounding from the creaking of the pulled bench. While I was still standing by continuing to shy away from the gaze of the man I had been avoiding for so long. I thought we couldn't possibly meet after she graduated high school, but fate said something else.

“How are you, Swetie? Long time no see ..”

Hearing that greeting, my heart beat fast. Unknowingly my hand squeezed the robe firmly. Didn't expect to be in this situation, in a place I never expected either. Destiny is indeed no coincidence, we cannot avoid if Allah has willed.

However, may I hope that this ongoing destiny is not a reality? If this were just a dream, I'd like to wake up soon.

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Good mornin!

How are you friends, may always be given health, safety and abundant windfall, aamiin.

The next chapter is the beginning of fasting, yes. So through this I apologize inner birth, may we all be given a smooth running of fasting.

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The place that Hara and Jenar visited, for Magelang people must have been familiar, yes. I deliberately did not mention his name, because I have not been dendors same Danish, you know? 🤣 But from the photo can be guessed, yes, the place. Next I want to create a scene of beautiful places around Magelang. Please understand, let me cepet research. If you go all the way, you can't, because Jenar hasn't had a booster vaccine. (Groans!)🤣🤣

Uh! that's who's the guy who uses a friendly call to Jenar? Wait next, yeah.😊