Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

72.1. Meeting Heals Wounds

🌵If a meeting could open a wound in the past, then there might be another meeting that would heal it.🌵

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The sun this afternoon was stinging. Reflection of light on the black asphalt road, creating heat, felt until it penetrates the pores. Urge to sweat in large quantities. Sultry felt in the angkot waiting for passengers in the terminal, like baked in an oven.

Jenar repeatedly took a breath, then threw it away violently. He fanned his face with his palms, in order to dispel the approaching sultry. Sweat dripped from the forehead, drenching the headscarf that framed her oval face. His neck and back were soaked in sweat. Although the windshield is wide open, but not enough to repel the sultry inside.

It had been minutes of Jenar sitting in an angkot who was ngetem in the terminal, but not also visit the road. Indeed, it has become an unwritten rule if the angkot boarded by this Jenar will only go if it meets a certain number of passengers. Actually he can go down in front of the temple only, then walk to get to the house. However, in hot weather and energy that has been drained for college, walking is certainly not the best option.

One passenger entered, Jenar counted ten people in the angkot. The driver should have run the angkot, because the minimum number of passengers has been met.

“Hey, Sir! Come on, let's die! Wes wong ten iki, you know.” exclaimed a passenger complete with a knock on the window glass. (Hey, Sir! Come on, let's go! Ten of these people, you know)

There was a faint murmur of people sitting with Jenar, grumbling. Not long after, the driver entered and started the engine. Still, the curly-haired man exclaimed from the open window, in order to gain additional passengers before the angkot actually left the terminal.

"The square! Die!"

All the passengers breathed a sigh of relief, as the vehicle began to run. The tormenting sultry was gradually reduced by the wind coming in through the wide open windows and doors. The driver runs the haul at medium speed, leaving the terminal and all its crowds.

Jenar stared out, looking at the pseudo-motion of trees, houses and shops on the side of the road. Inevitably made him daydream, thinking of many things. About what happened in his life recently. Future plans that have been neatly arranged, it turns out that many can not be realized.

The daydream is almost conical, when the driver moves the steering wheel, until the speed of the vehicle feels stomping. Awareness that has not returned full, making Jenar look forward to find out where the angkot that brought it. Worried that he's missed his goal.

Angkot turned north, now passing through the Christian school area on the left and right of the road. Jenar immediately get ready, because soon to reach the destination. The house that is slightly indented into the road body is already visible because it has a distinctive building, another with houses next to it.

The high and large gate with a roof about two meters wide opened slightly, when Jenar came down. Usually if there is no event entrance to the backyard Aneesha's house is tightly closed. Today there was no event, but the fence was left slightly open.

'Maybe there are guests?' so Jenar thought.

Jenar looked to the left-right, making sure there were no people around. Nihil, the front door area up to the length of the high fence did not reveal anyone. He rushed in, not wanting the heat of the sun to burn his body which had been filled with sweat.

“Mbak, Jenar Ma'am!” The voice shouted, making Jenar turn his head quickly towards the source of the sound.

Ma'am Sayumi was in a hurry to come, like a person who was panicking. Jenar looked at him with a deep frown. The movement of the hand about to close the gate stopped just like that, due to the presence of his household assistant.

“Mbak Jenar was graced by guests,” said Mbak Sayumi when he arrived in front of Jenar. (Mbak Jenar is looking for guests).

“Whose guest?” Genar stared around, his gaze stalled on the familiar black mpv car. He looked at Mba Sayumi and the black car alternately as he guessed, “Pak Hara?”

But mbak Sayumi shook her head, “Not, Ma'am. Nope. Her guests are two guys, all boys, big tall, white. Jan koyo (like) londo (bule).”

Jenar's forehead is increasingly wrinkled, her brain is forced to work to guess the characteristics of guests mentioned by Ms. Sayumi. As he remembered, he had no appointments with anyone today. In the area of Aneesha's house, she also had no friends. The usual ones to come for a visit, only Lion and Aina, obviously did not include the characteristics of the person as mentioned by Mbak Sayumi.

“Whela even ndomblong (bengong)!” exclaim Ma'am Sayumi while patting Jenar's shoulder hard, “Kae tamune wes ngenteni ning njero ket mau.” (That guest was waiting inside earlier).

The girl immediately quelled the prejudice, without wasting any more time she pulled the hand of Sister Sayumi. Forcing the four-headed woman to show her where her guests are. Along the way from the backyard to the living room, Jenar's head was filled with curiosity, who were the guests who came looking for him during the day like this.

They both entered the house through the back door. The noise of workers remodeling into a backsound, deafening, adding to the hot and sultry feeling.

Jenar's footsteps swallowed, then stopped when she reached the middle room. Sontan Mbak Sayumi also stopped. They looked at each other for a moment, then Jenar took off the handrails on Mba Sayumi's arm.

The girl sharpened her hearing, at the sound that was heard from behind the sintru. The sound of people breaking stones, wooden fitting machines and hammers hitting nails, able to camouflage the conversational people in the living room. However, he could confirm that the sound that went into the ears was a heavy sound, meaning the guest waiting for him was male.

“Pak Hara there?” Jenar whispered while looking down, speaking in front of Sayumi's ear. Ma'am Sayumi nodded, confirming Jenar's guess.

“Whose name?” jenar asked again in a whisper. Ma'am Sayumi shook her head, shrugging her shoulders, a sign of not knowing.

“Lorone guanteng poll, Ma'am. (Both are very handsome, Ma'am).” said Mbak Sayumi while pointing his thumb. Jenar sneered, as she could already guess who came from the voice that sounded vaguely but was quite familiar to the ears.

“Meet me if you don't believe!” Ma'am Sayumi grumbled. He felt that his words were not trusted by Jenar.

Lazily, Ma'am Sayumi passed away. Jenar was about to prevent, but Ma'am Sayumi did not want to know, still strong passed.

Left alone, Jenar was struck by anxiety. Either meet his guests, or just hide in the room. Pretending to not know if anyone is coming and waiting for him. He started squeezing his fingers, a habit of being panicked and agitated.

Just now he was about to enter the room, but the shakes from inside the bag followed by the sound of the phone ringing interrupted. Astounded. Jenar immediately reached into the bag, in order to find a phone that continued to ring aloud.

His shoulders fell and he had to take a heavy breath when he saw the name on the phone screen. Buy already a plan that just crossed my mind.

Mr. Hara is calling ….

Jenar's right hand moved, shaking the phone that kept ringing aloud. While his left hand plays the zipper head of the recently opened bag. His feet were twitching, a sign of uneasiness being struck. He was considering whether to pick up the phone or not. If lifted, free because the distance with the caller is only a few meters. However, if it is not lifted the phone will definitely continue to sound.

“True? You were there apparently?” Not yet able to make a decision, the voice of the baritone was already shocking.

“Tahu already there will not be my phone,” said Hara while pocketing his salary.

“Sa-ya ba-ru only da-tang,” replied Jenar stammered, because it still could not overcome the panic.

Hara nodded, directing her head at the room next to her that bordered on sintru. “There are those who want to meet,” he said.

“Si-what?” jenar's question is still stamped, despite trying hard to speak normally. He pretended not to know who came, when in fact he could guess through the voice.

“Sini!” Hara nods to code for Jenar to approach, “meet them!” Then move the head pointing towards the guest sitting.

With palms still squeezing each other until the phone felt soaked by cold sweat, Jenar hesitantly stepped up. At a glance he saw Hara who once again nodded, then Jenar lowered her head while taking a deep breath. From the tail of his eyes he saw two people sitting on a rattan chair surrounding a round wooden table.

Two tall, white men immediately stood up as soon as Jenar arrived before him. Danish reached out a hand, taking the girl by the hand. Jenar lifted her head while smiling faintly. Replying to Danish's hand by cupping two hands in front of the chest.

“She doesn't shake hands with men, Kak.” Varen said, explaining to her brother.

Danish pulled back a helping hand, nodding in understanding. “Sorry, I don’t know,” he said which was answered by nodding by Jenar.

“Please sit down, Brother!” The strings move the hands, allowing.

After that he put his backpack on the floor, then sat down in front of his guests. The four of them with Hara, they sat around the same wooden table. Jenar felt like a sick person who was being tried in front of three men. Again he had to neutralize the feeling by squeezing the fingers.

“I didn't know you were coming, sorry if you waited a long time,” said Jenar lirih, because he was still trying to neutralize the feelings that began to rage.

“No, Sweety! We are sorry, because come do not tell you first.” replied Varen while shaking her head.

“Varen was worried about you, last night he couldn't sleep thinking of you. So we came here as soon as Hara picked up.” Danish said.

Sontan Varen elbowed her brother's arm, “Apaan, the hell, sister? Don't overdo it, deh.”

“So not wrong, right? You're worried about Jenar, right?” danish asked confirming his own words.

“Iya, sih.” replied Varen. The blue-eyed man then looked towards Jenar who kept his head down, “How are you?” tanyakanya.

Jenar did not immediately answer, he cleared his throat first to normalize the voice. Just replied in a slow voice, “Ehm, I ... fine.”

“Thank God then,” Varen breathed a sigh of relief, “The night Kak Hara told me, I want to rush here. Afraid you why-napa-”

Varen hung up his sentence, seeing Jenar suddenly look up. The girl frowned while staring intently at Hara, then asked Varen, “Pak Hara what story is the same sister?”

Varen advanced the body, stared at Jenar intensely before answering, “Begini .. Last night Kak Hara had told us everything was the same. About you ...”

“About me?” Jenar wants more explanation about the meaning of Varen's speech.

“Begini, Jen-” Not Varen who answered, but Danish. The curly-haired man with a clean face without sideburns deliberately paused a sentence for a while to see the expression of Jenar.

“We both came here, because we want to apologize to you.” said Danish began to express the intention of his arrival.

Not understand, but Jenar increasingly do not understand the direction of Danish talk. He looked at Hara, asking for an explanation. However, the man was just silent, not even returning his gaze at all.

“Sweety?” call Varen. The man advanced the body again, his hand outstretched, took the hand of Jenar squeezing each other in the lap while saying with a face full of regret, “So sorry, very sorry. If I had known for a long time, if the events of that time traumatized you .. I would have been quick to help you.”

"What does brother mean?" lirih Jenar asked for more explanation.

"I'm sorry that time couldn't protect you, I didn't know it hurt you so much."

The frown on Jenar's forehead unraveled alternately with feelings gathering in her chest. He looked at Varen and the other two men in turn. A moment of silence, the atmosphere in the living room. Leave the noise of the building workers doing activities outside that are heard to the inside of the house.

Benar is fixated, it is difficult to define his own feelings. He wanted to pull the hand held by Varen, but the man's guilt-ridden face made him unbearable. Even the sense of haru had approached without permission, making his eyes glaze over. Varen's sincerity and the man's guilty gaze managed to touch the deepest recesses of his heart.

Hara was silent, barely moving, but her gaze could not be separated from staring at the hands holding each other in front. There was a foreign feeling that appeared inside there, a dislike of seeing Varen rub the back of Jenar's hand. however, she did nothing but continue to look on with a sharp unsheathed look....

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Note :

Sintru: An ancient room divider made of wood with carvings or ethnic motifs. Usually the sintru is only about two meters long.

To Hara, Cecilia, Lidya's aunt, friends, friends and brothers Christians and Catholics who today commemorate the great Friday. How was the trip home to church smooth, right? May it not be rained, yes. 😊