Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

76. Not Because of the Miss

🍁Hindness towards man, should not cause forgetting to the Creator. For, the one who wills to turn the hearts of men is Allaah SWT🍁

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“Mbak Sayumi to where, Dek?” I turned my head for a moment, Ma'am Nanda was standing near me, rolling up her robe arm.

“Ke shop. Jenar asked for grated coconut, Mbak.” I replied, then back weeding basil leaves from picking in the garden next to the house.

“This vegetable is only this way, what would you cook? If you know you want to cook, earlier brought vegetables from the father's house.” Ma'am Nanda picked up the plastic containing some vegetables that I had bought in the stall.

I'm laughing a little. Mbak Nanda must be surprised by the assortment of vegetables that each amount is only a little. She must have thought I wanted to cook, but didn't have a stock of fresh vegetables.

“You make trancam, Ma'am.” I replied.

“Tumben do not want to break the fast outside?” Ma'am Nanda apparently memorized every sunna fast, surely I chose iftar outside. But this time I wanted to cook for myself.

“Sudden want to eat trancam, Ma'am. Near here there are no food stalls that sell trancam, right? So cook it yourself, already fried salted fish as well.” I glanced at Mbak Nanda.

“So coming home from college in front of people eating trancam, yes?” guess Ma'am Nanda.

I laughed, because Nanda's guess was almost right. Seeing the trancam order on Pak Hara's lunch menu earlier, evokes appetite. Raw vegetables with a distinctive smell of brown sugar, kencur and savory grated coconut, practically tempting the tongue.

One of the advantages of having a indifferent nature that sometimes obscenity is not easily tempted by demonic seduction. Gus Hafiz once said, a lazy demon approaches a ignorant person. Maybe because the devil was not near me earlier, so I was not tempted to break the fast, despite dealing with Mr. Hara who was eating.

“Eh? Why daydream?” the shadow about the threat was cast by Mba Nanda who elbowed my arm.

“Thinking who?” look at Mbak Nanda.

I chuckled while answering, “Mirikin trancam seasoning so as well as made by mother.”

Now the chuckling Mother Nanda, “Down the phone or video call, ask the recipe directly from aunt Riani. Why wear it on all thoughts?”

“Udah, dong. Last time I took a shower directly asked mother.” I answered honestly.

“Well, caught! That means you're not craving the trancam recipe anymore, are you? Who do you think of?” Nanda's mother is the most thorough. Sometimes mutebelin also chat with him, can not chat a little.

“What, anyway, Ma'am? People do not think of anyone,” I dodged, because indeed I was not thinking about anything other than trancam.

“Yes, maybe you are kangen with parents, keep their minds that way. Ehm .. or are remembering ex, it could be, right? Afternoon gini, the weather is a bit cloudy, usually comes memories.” said Mbak Nanda at length.

I smiled as I tilted my head, looking at Mbak Nanda with a few eyes.

“Personal experience, yes? Caught, here! Mbak Nanda often remember the former if it's cloudy again, yes?” ask me in a mocking tone.

Mbak Nanda shook his head hard, “Mbak has no ex. After all, Mbak already has a loving and responsible husband, so there is no need to look at the rearview mirror for too long.”

Luckily I was able to digest the parable sentence uttered by my cousin's brother. It is true that we should not always remember the past. Time cannot be replayed and what has passed cannot be repeated. Too much memory of the past will only hinder the steps today to reach the future.

“Why?” Ma'am Nanda looked at me, sure to be aware with my breath.

I stared back at him, “Mbak is right! Focus on the large glass in front to see the road, occasionally you can look at the rearview mirror to adjust the speed. I see, right?”

“Pinter adek!” praise Mbak Nanda while pointing his thumb. I grimaced, proud. Then move to bring vegetables that have been finished weeding to westafle to be washed.

“Where, yes, Ma'am? Let's not always remember the events that have passed?” I turned the faucet to wash the vegetables, then soaked it with a little salt.

“If it is difficult to forget, it means you have to accept it.” replied Mbak Nanda.

I turned my head while frowning, not understanding the ambiguous sentence. The age of Mbak Nanda above Kak Neesha, knowledge and experience is also more. The eldest daughter of Pakdhe Teguh was active in community and religious organizations. He always seems to have the answers to all the questions. I was always comfortable talking to him, even often waiting for an opportunity to talk to each other like this.

“I mean, you must accept everything that has passed as a memory. Know what memories mean? Something that can only be remembered, but it can no longer be done.” explained Mbak Nanda.

I nodded in agreement with Ma'am Nanda's wise answer. Just like Mbak Tiara said earlier, if I want to recover, then the first thing to do is accept the past. Whether beautiful or painful everything has passed, it cannot be repeated. Including the terrible events that always make my hair stand up if you remember it.

“Mbak sure, someday surely you will find someone who can be a solace. You have to be patient and keep the spirit of the day, because the promise of Allah is sure. All right take an important part of your life, because He must have prepared a better replacement.”

I smiled, responding to Nanda's misunderstanding. He must have thought I was talking about a failed marriage with Mas Ghufron. I wasn't thinking about it at all. Thinking that is not lawful will only lead to sin. While she may be happy being surrounded by the angel of heaven.

“Mbak Nanda nginep, right?” I shifted the subject, so as not to get more misunderstood.

“See later Mas Faiz pick up what time. If it is too late, yes, forced to nginep.” replied Mbak Nanda.

“Yah! Nginep wear event forced all. Once accompanied your beautiful sister, no pa-pa times?” gurauku.

Ever since I stayed at Neesha's house, Madam Nanda and Mas Faiz have rarely stayed overnight. They used to take care of and live here. Maybe it was because I was there, so they felt awkward.

“Sedang collapsed like this, want to sleep where?” Mbak Nanda pointed to the dining room and living room that is still messy with the floor being dismantled tiles.

“If the renovation is done, nginep ya mbak? Let many of this house, the time of Jenar is only accompanied by Mbak Sayumi continues.”

“Renovation is done, yes, Aneesha is already here. There must be many fathers with your mother as well.”

I suddenly imagined what if Aneesha gave birth later. Can my very spoiled sister take care of the baby? It feels like just yesterday that I and Brother Neesha were bed-ridden, now we are both adults. Time flies too fast.

“Not to think about! Your brother has a lot of money, so don't worry! Baby sultan, mah, insyaalloh very well taken care of.” Nanda's mother assured.

I smiled in favor of. Our conversation just flowed, added exciting after the arrival of Mbak Sayumi. Cooking while waiting for azan magrib also feels fun. This way I do not feel far from my father and mother, because here there is also a fun family.

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Hara

“I don't think brother will come. Busy, huh, brother? Until I can't pick up the phone.” Cecilia continued to grumble without even seeing me. She must have been very angry, because I ignored her phone earlier.

I took the bottle that he was about to pour into the glass. I don't know how many bottles of liquor my cousin's sister spent. Sweaty face, with red eyes, Cecilia was already very drunk. However, he continued to brush off my hand that was about to prevent him from drinking.

“It's enough, Ci! You're drunk!” my sentakku.

“Since when did you forbid me to mabok? Brother himself is also often drunk, right?” He keeps on messing around. If there is a problem, Cecilia often vent by drinking until drunk.

“Ci live alone, Sister. No one loves you, everyone is gone. Papa, mama, even people who say they love also leave behind. He said God is Most Just? Whereabouts? The proof is that he is not fair with ci.” Cecilia is being destroyed, I don't know what caused it.

“Now brother also does not care about the same ci, why does God not take the life ci, anyway?” Cecilia cried until she roared hysterically.

“Sorry that my sister is working,” I answered a lie, while delivering Jenar therapy is not part of my job.

For the first time today I truly regret having delayed answering the phone from Cecilia, because I was with Jenar. Even though I immediately came to his apartment, but I was late because Cecilia had already tortured herself by drinking liquor.

“Do what, the Lord love life if to suffer like this?” Cecilia looked at me.

Lordy! What would I do?

I took both his hands. If this is the case, all I can do is hug her. Letting her cry break in my chest, for she is very fragile.

“You know I’m here, allways.” I calmed him down by rubbing his back.

“Don't go, Brother! Only my sister never left me. If you leave, it is better to just die.” pinta Cecilia with a tone full of frustration.

"Sister won't go. I promise!”

Cecilia's cry slowly swallowed, as her body felt increasingly heavy. The hand that was once tightly clutching my shirt, is now weakening. He fainted in my arms.

I laid her body on the couch, then I wiped her sweat and tears with tissue. Sad to see Cecilia as ruined as this, there must have been something going on. It feels the same as the first time he came to me years ago.

With tears in her eyes, she recounted the heartache of her mother getting married again. He was very shaken at that time, because the one who would become a stepfather was none other than his girlfriend. They even still live together in one of the apartments, when Lidya's aunt says she plans to get married. Since then Cecilia has been living in my house, while Aunt Lidya has been going to Malaysia with her husband.

I picked up Cecilia's phone lying on the table, opened the messaging app to find out because my cousin's sister was frustrated. A message from an anonymous number made me want to know. I opened it immediately, then read a line of sentences sufficient to explain everything.

‘Mama is already in Jakarta. Where are you?’

Aunt Lidya is in Jakarta, surely that's what makes Cecilia like this. My cousin's sister must be in a state of anxiety, saving longs but not wanting to meet her mother.

I opened the chat room Cecilia with her mother, scrool up to find out the chat of the two mothers and the child. Although their relationship is not good, but Cecilia always reply to her mother's message. A chat notification came in, I could only sigh as I read it.

‘Be nice with Willy, however he becomes your papa now.’

Does Aunt Lidya not want to know why her daughter is reluctant to be nice to her husband? The man, as shameless as it were, was greedy. After having fun with his son, he married his mother. You have no brain!

Me and Cecilia had a similar fate. We both live together, without parents. The difference is, I've been an orphan since childhood because my parents died. While Cecilia, her mother and father are all alive, but it seems to no longer exist in the world. Her mother and father already have their own lives that Cecilia does not have in them. It's so sorry my cousin's sister.

It is better to miss the dead than to hope for the living, but not to reach out. Indeed, we must not rely on excessive expectations of humans. For God is the Owner of all things.

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Seriate....

Hi guys!

How'this? It turns out that Jenar wanted to threaten him, Mr. Hara, loh. Why not just take it home, huh? Kan, not eaten with Mr. Hara, oh, Jenar shy times. Jenar seems to have moved on from Mas Ghufron. So you're ready to open your heart to other guys yet, huh? 

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What happened to Cecilia? Mr. Hara who is cute and cold-ass, apparently has great affection for his cousin, huh? 

How does their story go? Wait for the next episode, yeah, guys!😉