Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah
71.2. About the Direction of View
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Hara's.
I brought the coffee to the dinner table, put the coffee as well as his little spoon there. It is better to sit with Irkham who does not talk much, than to have to hear the noisy chatter of Jenar. Enjoying a cup of coffee while staring around the house, may be able to dispel the cold that is still faithfully accompany.
Aneesha's house is small, because she built it for herself, not for family. It is seen from how minimalist the furniture and interior design in it.
It consists only of a living room, a living room as well as a dining room, and two bedrooms. At the end there is a minimalist kitchen, next to which there is a bathroom so one with a toilet, then a library and a small prayer place. The four form the letter L facing a small garden without a roof, where various ornamental plants in pots and lotus ponds made of printed stone.
If it is not renovated, the house is very narrow. If Aneesha gives birth later, of course, the whole family wants to gather here to welcome the arrival of new members. Need a large place so as not to feel cramped.
“Mas! Kei lombok? (Passed chilli no?)” jenar shouted from the kitchen right next to the dining room, where Irkham and I were sitting.
Irkham shook his head in response. Sure Jenar can see because between the dining room and the kitchen is only stuck in a frame without door leaves. If it has been renovated the dining room will be moved to the wider side. This house is in a major repair, but only one year in the wake.
“Drink coffee, Kham?” I bargained because Irkham had been watching.
Irkham. I reached into my pants pocket to get out cigarettes and matches. Take a cigarette out of the pack, then light it with a lighter. However, the cold air and the wet tip of the pants, it turned out to make my cigarette so moist. Many times the kulut, but the coals at the end of the stem only last a few seconds, then extinguished.
Once again I snorted in annoyance, today a lot of misfortune befell. It seems like things are not on my side.
I have to dry these moist cigarettes immediately, if I want to enjoy them. I brought the cigarette and the wrapper into the kitchen. Standing for a moment behind the busy Jenar in front of the stove. He seemed to be lifting one of the two pots on the stove.
I rushed closer, when Jenar shifted her body slightly to the left, she was now pouring the food into a bowl. While on the stove there is still a pot containing noodles that are also almost cooked.
Without asking permission, I put a cigarette on the stove. The heat that propagates from the embers of the furnace, certainly can dry a moist cigarette so that I can immediately enjoy again.
“Pak Hara want to drink what?” I didn't think the girl would still offer me a drink. His attitude was so stingy.
Of course I refused carefully, worried that he was offended again. “I have made my own coffee,” answered me while turning a little towards him.
Jenar did not speak, only I saw her nodding at a glance. He then extended his hand to lift the pot, surely because he did not want to argue with me. This girl is indeed very maintain interaction with the opposite sex. Since I first met, it made me curious. Because, Aneesha is not as big as she is about coming into contact with the opposite sex.
“It's turned off or left on?” jenar asked, pointing at the furnace that was still burning after the pot he lifted.He knew that I was drying cigarettes, apparently.
“Turn it off is okay, just a little damp, really. Being hot for a while also dry,” I replied while reversing the pack of cigarettes that already felt warm.
He seems to be taking a cup. I scanned his movements that were running behind me, then took out a jar filled with black coffee from the storage rack located to my right. I don't know why it bothered my mind, it made me want to prevent it.
“Do not drink coffee!” my barrel, when Jenar was just about to open the lid of the jar.
“What's the reason?” tanyanya looked at me.
“You need to restore the blood sugar that was drained when your trauma relapsed. Warm sweet tea tends to be hot, better than bitter coffee,” I replied as if I could guess what Jenar would make.
“But I prefer to drink coffee than tea. Both contain caffeine, right?” jenar said.
“Tea sweet warm, so that your body does not lemes,” I said while taking the jar from his hand.
Out of nowhere, I took the empty cup that Jenar had prepared, filling it with tea bags, sugar and hot water. I also took a tray, put three bowls and one cup on it. I knew Jenar would definitely bring those bowls to the dining table.
“I brought you,” I said seeing Jenar glued silently staring at everything I did.
Without waiting for an answer I brought the tray to the dining table, dividing the three bowls for me, Irkham and Jenar. A cup of tea whose red color has not been perfectly fused I put on the front desk of an empty chair next to Irkham. Because this dining table only has four chairs and there is no way Jenar would want to sit next to me. He would have chosen to sit next to Irkham.
A moment later Jenar came, from the tail of the eye I knew the girl kept looking at me. He said nothing, just pulled the bowl in front of him, then swapped it for Irkham's.
“Mas Irkham this, do not use chili,” he said slowly.
“This is for me, isn't it?” I was worried if the bowl in front of me wasn't for me.
Jenar nodded. I glanced at Irkham who began to raise his hand to’a. a few seconds later, Jenar did the same. I hump my fingers and bow to say’a, asking God to give blessings to this food that has been served.
Just now I was holding a spoon, wanting to taste instant noodle sauce whose aroma managed to wake the worms in the stomach. However, my attention was distracted by the movement of Jenar's hand lifting and dipping the tea into the cup. He performed the gesture over and over again until the hot water in the cup turned a perfect brownish red. Then he lifted the cup up high, scrutinizing the entire surface of the cup. It bothered me, as if something was wrong with my tea.
“There is a problem with the tea?” ask me while putting again the spoon that has been in hand.
“This is why the sugar at the base continues, huh? Do not want to mix the tea water,” murmur slowly, more sound like a person who is grumbling.
Yeah, God! What exactly does Jenar have with me? There was something he did to confront. It was the instant mir problem, now the sugar that I forgot is not stirred. Fortunately I can still control my emotions, otherwise this place can fall apart from being swept away by anger.
I took a small spoon from the coffee cup, about to stir the tea that belonged to Jenar. However, the girl immediately pulled out her cup. Complete with a sharp look at me, “Pak Hara want what?”
“Churning your tea, so that the sugar is mixed. So it doesn't settle at the bottom of the cup,” I replied explaining.
“Neither! That spoon has been hit by coffee, the coffee has been drunk the same Mr. Hara, right? It's good to stir my tea with a used spoon.” grumbled Jenar with a tone of annoyance complete with facial expression frowning which I think is funny.
I relented, putting the spoon back where it was. Then go get a clean spoon in the kitchen. I don't know what force is pushing to obey Jenar. The girl seemed to have affected my subconscious.
The cup was placed on the table again by Jenar, the girl was stirring the hot instant noodles. I walked slowly back to my seat, extended my hand to stir the tea.
“Now it is mixed evenly, no sugar settles at the bottom of the cup again,” I explained after finishing stirring.
Jenar caught a glimpse of the cup, then resumed stirring her noodles. I have no intention of saying thank you at all, or just nodding. I could only exhale with one corner of my lips almost raised to the top looking at his sober demeanor.
“Ora, yo! (No, yes!)” deny Jenar while shaking her head hard, “Podo, Mas. Wes doesn't want to. (Same, Mas. I expected it earlier)”
“Okeh gonmu!” Irkham exclaimed again while shaking loudly.
“Ora, Mass. Tenants! (No, Mas. Really!)” deny the Genar again.
“Job, ah! (Tukeran, ah!)” Irkham dropped his bowl on Jenar.
“Emoh! (No want!)” Jenar refused by pulling her bowl.
“Bluff, Jen!”
“No, Mom! Mine's pedes, you know. Wear chili five!”
Irkham insisted on exchanging the bowl with Jenar's property which he thought was more, while Jenar keukeh maintained his property. I folded my hands while thinning my lips, holding back my laughter. These two teenagers in front of me are so funny. Irkham, who is usually silent without expression, can joke, Jenar can also compensate her cousin. They both look exactly like two little kids fighting over food.
“Tak kandake mom, kowe!” (I'm against my mother, you!) Irkham grumbled for not being able to exchange his bowl for Jenar's.
“Kono! (Sana!)” Denar challenge, “Ora wedi! (Not afraid!)
“Tak kandake (show) Om Fares!” sumpul Irkham again.
“Daddy ora ning kene, we!” (Dad's not here, we!) Clearly, the winner won. Maybe it's the fact that no man will win if he argues with women. Moreover, men like Irkham who do not have a lot of vocabulary facing Jenar who is talking a lot today.
“Exchange with my, Kham?” I offered because I saw Irkham disappointed.
However, the man shook his head at the sign of refusing. Maybe he just wanted to joke with Jenar alone, not seriously want to exchange bowls. The proof, he then devoured instant noodles that still reflected the hot smoke.
“Enak, to, Mas?” jenar's question made me turn to him. He was tilting his head, like an older brother asking his sister.
“Mie instant is the most suitable food to be enjoyed when it rains like this. Especially if you just eat, there is already something to make. Practically will be the most delicious food in the world.” jeloroh Jenar after Irkham nodded.
Sentence Genar makes me insinuated as well as curious about the taste of instant noodles that have been tempting to eat. However, guilt rippled, recalling the events of the day. The girl skipped lunch, because of my selfish attitude that led her away without consideration.
I cleared my throat, to neutralize the tone of voice while choosing the right sentence. Looks like I need to solve this gray matter between the two of us.
“You're mad at me, Jen?” ask me carefully.
Jenar budged, especially looking down while enjoying instant noodles that seemed very good.
“On what basis am I angry with you?” The girl returned the question.
“Just guess, because from earlier your attitude is ketus and talk without wanting to see me,” I answered analyze.
Jenar stopped eating, her spoon was left floating in front of her mouth. Only he replied with a sarcastic sentence, “My religion does not recommend staring at the opposite sex for more than three seconds, because in the fourth second and so on there can be demons that affect.”
All righty! It was clear that he was angry with me, without even asking, I should have guessed from earlier. I thought for a moment and strengthened my resolve. For the first time in my life I will say a sacred sentence to a girl.
I took a deep breath, then cleared my throat twice. New I said quickly, “I'm sorry.”
Jenar looked up for a moment, “For?” then back down while eating food.
“For everything that happened today, sorry ... has invited you away and you have to experience something bad like that.” With great difficulty, I was finally able to finish this long sentence.
The dining room was suddenly quiet, leaving the sound of rain outside and the clanking of soft spoons clashing with bowls. I stared at Jenar who was fixed in silence, barely moving for a few seconds. The girl put down the spoon, then cleared her throat slowly. I waited for an answer, without taking my eyes off her. However, what came out of the girl's tiny mouth were precisely words I hadn't expected.
“Other times please don't carelessly hug me! You are the same as harassing me, even in a precarious situation. Also do not need to be pretentious to know what is good and not for me, ” said Jenar by staying down.
Now I know what makes Jenar angry. Just like I thought before, she was angry because I was hugging her. Then what did he say? Sok know? This part I don't think about. Though I had no intention of harassing her, only an impulsive attitude to calm and protect her. If my actions offend him, fine! Indeed this girl must be taught a lesson, so be aware!
I threw my back on the back of the chair while placing the spoon roughly. Two clenched hands, I put them on the table, each on the left and right side of the bowl. I no longer have to be careful in answering the words of Jenar. After all, that girl would not understand the intent of the attention I was giving.
“OK! Then try not to relapse while being with me, can?” I still stared at him straight without blinking.
Jenar looked up quickly, giving a sharp look at me. I challenged him by not distracting him one bit. Our eyes met each other for how many seconds. That brownish bead pushed me to dive deeper, looking for something that emanated from that invisible beam.
From this I agreed with Jenar's remark about staring at the opposite sex for more than three seconds, though not entirely true. Because what happened in the next few seconds when I looked at the girl was the presence of curiosity, pity, admiration, and what was tickling in there. I felt like I wanted to get into that beautiful sharp spot, dive deeper, deeper, get stuck there. So, when Jenar cut off the view .. I was not willing and I was sure it was not because of the influence of Satan.
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Ha ha ha .. Can you laugh, no? Friends must have felt php in the same me, huh?😂
It all happened due to a technical error. I guess I've clicked publish time setting at 5 am, uh. It just happened in my dream.😂😂 Sorry, yes, Friends. Oya, this is why the part is so short and small? Because I just try to follow your wishes that ask up every day. But I can only take a little. No, what, huh? (maxa mode)😊
Oh, ja. Jenar and Irkham are teenagers? Yes, because they haven't turned 20. Still a teenager, no? Maybe teenagers are growing up, huh?
Uh, it's been sparking in Mr. Hara's heart, so let's smile, yeah. Because then he will be made kebat-kebit equal Jenar.
Happy reading, yes, my friends. 😍😍
