Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

71. 1.About the Direction of View

🍁Do not underestimate the view. What is seen by the eyes can get to the heart.🍁

Hara's.

“Salat at home only, rather than rain.” I said to give advice because I saw Irkham showed a worried face.

Between wanting to worship at the mosque, but not the heart to leave Jenar alone at home. He thought for a while, then without answering, then went back into the house. I'd almost laughed, if only the boy hadn't come back in such a hurry.

“Mebu, Mas!” (Lake, Mas!) I nodded, answering Irkham's offer.

Actually, I've been waiting to be welcome. Although it is common to go in and out of this house without permission, but it feels impolite if there are more authorities.

I followed Irkham in, then closed the door behind his back. The living room was empty, only the sound of rain falling on the roof.

“Nassenger to the toilet can, Kham?” ask me to ask permission, while removing the wet shirt on the arm to the left shoulder. He shared an umbrella with Jenar.

Irkham nodded before replying, “Gek danggo Jenar.” (Worn with Jenar.)

I understand what he said in Java, but can't answer using the same language. Gusts of strong wind, clothes and pants that are wet due to splashing rain water make the whole body feel cold. Causes a full bladder and requests immediate removal of its contents.

“Mas Irkham, pray together!” Jenar shouted from inside the house.

I, who was sitting in the living room drying my arms with a towel, turned to the source of the sound. There is no visible figure of the owner of the voice, because between the living room and the middle space is limited by sintru. At a glance, only a wooden floor creaked because it was stepped on, then the door of the room was opened.

Irkham, who was sitting next to me, immediately moved. By remaining silent, he just left me. A few seconds later, a voice approached the ear.

“Wes wudlu, Mas?” (Wudlu already, Mas?)

“No wait kono, yo?” (I'm waiting there, huh?)

I guess Jenar was talking to Irkham. But only answered by nodding or shaking. It is understandable if the child is difficult to answer questions with words, because Irkham does not have a lot of vocabulary.

Footsteps sounded away. It must have been Jenar and Irkham leaving the middle room towards the small mosque located at the end of the room.

I got up, stepped through the living room, towards the bathroom. I saw Jenar enter a small mosque close to the private library. While Irkham was taking a wudlu faucet next to the bathroom.

I rushed into the bathroom, about to finish my deed and wash my face. All day outdoor activities make my skin feel dirty and oily. My body was sticky by the sweat that dried up and was exposed to damp rain, so it felt uncomfortable.  I need to wash a little with water, so that my skin can breathe.

The sound of the call to worship sounded very clear and loud, echoing throughout the room. I just got out of the bathroom, after I finished throwing away. My legs suddenly felt stiff, only able to stand glued watching the interesting thing in front.

Irkham who did not say much, sometimes said with stuttering and unclear. Now he was standing facing west, calling for prayer very loudly. From where I stood clearly, Jenar was behind Irkham, tidying up and preparing for worship.

For a few jokes, I was stunned to see what was plastered right in front. A pair of teenagers who are doing prayers together. Irkham led the service, while Jenar followed. They look romantic in a different sense.

I immediately dashed my eyes, ending the admiration of seeing people who were worshiping. I should have gone straight home, because there was no other interest in this house. But my heart doesn't want to go yet. Storage shelves located on top of the kitchen island, actually attract attention. The jars contained different types of coffee, as if waving to the touch. There is no harm in drinking a cup of coffee before you go home. Outside it is still raining, even I need to make sure the condition of Jenar is fine after the trauma relapsed earlier.

I took a small teapot from the glass cabinet, filled it with water and put it on the stove. I prefer to make coffee with water that has just boiled, rather than hot water that has been stored in the thermos or dispenser. Steeping coffee feels more delicious, if using hot water that has just been cooked.

While waiting for the water to boil, I spread my eyes around. Just realized that this house is very quiet, there is no Mother Sayumi who usually berberes while singing. Irkham was worried about Jenar who was alone at home if he went to the mosque.

The daydream is interrupted, as someone opens the refrigerator behind the back. Makes me reflect looking back, Irkham is finished praying apparently. Now he's bending over in front of the fridge, looking for something. Just for a moment, then straighten the body while closing the refrigerator door. He didn't say anything, but from the body gesture, I can guess that he didn't find what he was looking for.

“Search what?” aska I want to know.

Irkham did not answer, instead circulating his gaze in all directions. I kept looking at him with a frown, waiting for him to answer my question. However, Irkham did not open his voice until Jenar came to us. The girl reached out her clothes and pants to me, definitely for seeing me bare-chested and wearing half-wet pants.

I received a bright blue t-shirt and black pants that he delivered. Immediately put on the shirt after turning off the stove because the water is boiling, attaching the pants to the shoulders. I'll change my pants when I'm done making coffee. After that, I took a cup and filled it with coffee.

“Mbak Sayumi was visiting her son in the boarding house, so today she did not come.” Jenar explained as she turned around, she seemed to know what I had thought.

“So morning I did not cook, just buy food at the stall for breakfast. The plan is this afternoon to go to Mbah Uti's house, already talking to Pakdhe Teguh yesterday. Mas Irkham must have been here told by Budhe Sari to pick me up, he must have been confused because I am not at home nor did I bring a phone,”.

Again he gave me an explanation, but I did not ask. Looks like he's trying to blame me for not taking him home immediately after ordering the motive tile

“I just called Budhe Sari,” Jenar closed his sentence by looking at me cynically for a moment. Right, guys? He wanted to blame me for taking him away for a long time without permission.

“Mas Irkham has lunch, not yet?” jenar turned her eyes to Irkham.

I turned to look at Irkham who was still standing next to me. The man turned around and shook his head.

“Gawe noodles wae yo, Mas. Kesuwen nek ndadak ngliwet (bikin noodles only, yes, Mas. Later if you cook rice first),” said Jenar while taking instant noodles on the grocery storage shelf located right behind him.

Irkham nodded, then stepped away from the front of the refrigerator. He gave access to Jenar who was about to pick up the pot.

I was pouring hot water to brew coffee, when Jenar put the pot on the stove and turned it on. He opened the fridge to get vegetables and eggs.

“Pak Hara is hungry, no? Goods times to make noodles all over?” Jenar turned her head slightly, but the direction of her gaze was not on my face, but rather on the hot coffee I had just brewed.

“Why eat instant noodles? Isn't that unhealthy?” Instead of answering, I asked back. I thought, prospective health workers like him would avoid instant foods made with preservatives and unhealthy seasonings.

“All instant food is not healthy, sir. But holding hunger in order to eat healthy food, it can cause more severe disease.” said Jenar sarcas.

I was stirring coffee, not yet able to answer. Meanwhile Jenar seemed to still want to continue the sentence.

“Pak Hara knows no, what items first came in the shelter of victims of natural disasters?” I was still silent, because Jenar seemed to be answering her own question, “Most instant noodles are shipped first, not rice, meat, or vegetables. Wh why? Because it is more practical, also in an emergency is not important healthy food or not. Because they know, the most important thing is that the stomach is filled, then the brain can be invited to think, the body can move normally.”

I stopped stirring the coffee. One hand rested on the kitchen island, changing the standing position facing the left side with the gaze fixed on the girl who menecoros nonstop. Why this genar? I only asked two things in one sentence, but he replied with a long string of words without pause.

“Now I am in a state of emergency because I am already very hungry and raining heavily. It is impossible to buy food outside, even delivery messages may not have a standby driver.” Jenar said without looking, because she was busy washing vegetables and eggs.

“So Mr Hara wants to stay hungry or eat this unhealthy food?” jenar asked by directing a pack of green instant noodles in front of me.

I snorted while lifting the cup, reluctant to chim in the cerocos. Does this guy actually want to offer you a meal or don't like me being here? Does he mind because I made coffee and meant to enjoy it for a while?

 “As far as you are,” I said as I left the kitchen, before Jenar said another long sentence.

Free to respond to a woman who is unstable, whatever I say will definitely be wrong in her eyes. Maybe Jenar's still mad at the restaurant, so she's this quick on me. Let it! I'd better finish this coffee, then go home.

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Hi, Friends ... Yea! Guess you're all wrong, because nothing happened. 😊 Hara only want to drink coffee, Jenar starved, Irkham does not want to rain to the mosque...

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The next chapter, tomorrow after dawn. (After dawn the next day is also still counted after dawn, you know)😂