Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

77. An Unusual Wound

🍁Have you heard a voice that sounds ordinary, but can make your thoughts and feelings calm down? It could be that moment, Allaah will touch your heart.🍁

Hara's.

Eyes feel sore and head a little dizzy, it feels like to sleep all day. Very lazy to move, because the energy seems to be drained by busyness. Not wanting Cecilia to feel lonely, these few days, I accompanied her on a photo shoot from morning to evening. That night I still had to carry out my job responsibilities - as Kyai Ali's driver. Hardly had time to rest, even to forget to supervise the renovation work Aneesha.

Last night Mas Faiz sent a chat, there is an important thing we have to talk about. Therefore, this morning I went straight to Magelang. After making sure Cecilia is fine and has completed the work of Kyai Ali.

What to say, as an errand boy like me must indeed carry out the decree, without being able to argue.

The morning sun shines brightly, the warm slowly driving away the cold of the morning. Penetrate through crevices of foliage, evaporating dew points on the grass. Aneesha's house was still quiet when I came, there was only Sister Sayumi who seemed to be sweeping the backyard. Looks like I came too early, so the builders haven't seen the trunk of his nose.

The surrounding house is very chaotic. The new building on the right side, only half finished. Meanwhile, building materials are stored in the pendopo and partially filled the front porch. Remnants of demolition walls and tiles were strewn everywhere. Only rooms, toilets and kitchens, parts of the building that have not been renovated.

I chose to sit on the side of the house whose walls were still intact. Precisely, in front of Aneesha's room facing the fish pond. It just so happened that there was a rattan chair there, like it was deliberately prepared for me only.

I sighed, straightening my legs while leaning my back against the back of the chair. Silence, making fatigue does not feel approaching. I opened the bottle cap I had been holding since. Under these circumstances, I desperately need something to stay awake.

Mumpung deserted, no one will see me drinking whis-ky here. Actually not for fear of being caught by other people who drink, but I only respect the advice of Kyai Ali and Mbak Nabila only. They always forbid me to drink. According to them, if tired and sleepy, better sleep than drinking alcohol. They don't know, if people like me sometimes don't have time to just enjoy a rest with sleep. I just need a drink like this, so as not to sleep.

I closed my eyes, after gulping down the contents in the bottle. The vegetables sounded female. I had to sharpen my hearing, because it was too soft, barely audible. Sepi made me guess that the sound came from inside the room. Wooden walls that become a barrier, not enough to block hearing.

This voice ... beautiful tone and rhythm, sound syahdu combined with the sound of a broomstick rubbing against the ground, the rustling of pond water played fish and the song of birds perched on tree branches. This is like what I often heard at Pak Wawan's house, but the tone is slower and more beautiful. Who taught you this early? There is no way Madam Sayumi, because she is still busy sweeping dry leaves.

Whoever the owner of the voice, has managed to break through the recesses of the heart and calm the mind. The wind that blows slowly, the sunlight as slowly, a matching blend adds to the atmosphere. Tired is now very felt and drowsiness also comes without being prevented. I'm lulled into the atmosphere.There's no harm, right, if I take a nap before the builders come?

I don't know how many minutes I fell asleep, until no sound of people teaching again. My man was disturbed by the sound of a window lock being opened. In a semi-conscious state, even my eyes were still closed, I was trying to collect lives wandering in the dreamland. Suddenly I felt my forehead hit by an object.

“Aduh!” My reflexes squealed, in shock as well as enduring the pain.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I found the shutters right in front of my eyes. I stroked my throbbing and sore forehead, inwardly cursing anyone who opened the window carelessly to the end of it hitting my forehead.

“Astagfirullohal’adzim!”

I turned to the left side, as the shutters moved away from the front. Jenar covered her mouth with her palm, looking out from behind the window. His eyes were bulging, like one who was shocked.

“Pak Hara what is there?”

Hearing that question, I was spontaneously inflamed. “Why open a window carelessly? Don't see anyone here?”

“Yes, how do I know you're sitting there? Usually there are also no empty seats, let alone humans!”

My forehead felt more throbbing hearing Jenar grumble. Who is wrong, who is sick? Even he was the one who was polishing, as if he had no guilt at all.

“Hei!” I screamed again. He stood up, watching Jenar climb over the window.

“You what are you?” instantly forget the pain in the forehead, because the behavior of the girl worried me.

“You're out, sir. I have to go to campus.” replied Jenar casually. Is he short of work or what? Can't get out the door like you normally do? Why climb a window, like a burrow?

“The way out of the room is a lot of material, sir. Make a tile motif that wants to be installed as well, so it is difficult to pass. Let's just pass through here.” said Jenar while opening the shutters wider.

“Sorry .. excuse me, yes, sir!” Jenar threw the bag on the floor.

He really climbed up the window. Though wearing a dress shirt with a wide hijab, but does not interfere with his agile movements at all. As if I had climbed up the window. I shook my head, not thinking about the boy's behavior. He sometimes looks shy, but more often meet even like he has no shame.

“Ya Alloh, Mr Hara!” Jengar shrieked, as he had just stepped down from the window. He closed his mouth with his palm again, I don't know what this time it was that surprised him.

“Why?” my question does not understand.

“Kening father!” Genar's index finger points to my forehead, “Bloody, Sir.”

I was holding my forehead, feeling sore. Then check the palm, there is indeed a red stain, I can make sure it is blood.

Without waiting for an answer, Jenar ran towards the kitchen. While I chose to sit back, while closing the window so as not to hit me again. Not long after, Jenar had returned with a box.

I opened my palm, asking for the medicine box that Jenar had brought. Immediately I prevented the movement of his hand that was about to open the box.

“I treat myself,” my door.

“I'm all, it's okay. Mr. Hara, right, hurt because of me.”

However, I obviously refused his help, “I can be alone, than you fainted later.”

From the tail of my eyes, I could see Jenar shaking. He still did not want to hand me the medicine box.

“Only clean and treat such a small wound, I cannot possibly pass out, Sir.” kilah Jenar.

I was breathing out. Talking to this innocent girl, it should indeed give an explanation in detail. If not, then he would misunderstand like this.

“It's not because you're afraid of injury or blood, but it's-” I pointed my chin to an empty bottle located near the chair.

“I finished drinking alcohol, you can faint if near me.” I explained, deliberately emphasizing the last sentence.

“But, Pak-”

I looked up, finding the regretful face that appeared in front. Trim off the Genar greeting, “Go away! You will be late to campus.

“Grandfather how?” He still objected, probably because he felt guilty.

“I told you, will treat it yourself!” I most dislike being refuted, especially by a snot like Jenar.

“How to? Can you see your own forehead?” Now my head is throbbing again, not just because of the pain, but the words of Jenar that sound disparaging.

It's too bad to argue with a child. I took the medicine box from Jenar's hand, without wanting to respond to anything she said. Some jokes he just stood up, while I've opened the medicine box to look for wound cleaning fluid, red medicine and plaster.

“Wear this, Sir!” The string held out a small, round object, exactly like a powder.

I stared at him, asking for an explanation. Jenar opened the thing, with her hands outstretched right in front of my face.

“Now times can help, so that you do not bother to see the wound.” It's like I know what I'm thinking. It is difficult to treat a wound, without being able to see for yourself. Using the mirror given by Jenar, I was able to clean the wound properly.

“Thank you,” murmured me, stick with a kettle tone. Because, my annoyance at him has not disappeared completely.

Jenar nodded. He picked up the bag lying on the floor and put it on immediately.

“I'm sorry, yes, sir. Because I'm Mr. Hara is hurt. Tomorrow again if you sit under the window, by the way, dong! Let me know, so don't open the window carelessly."

I did not answer, because I was busy cleaning the wound and treating it. It's still early, but I've been through this. It's been sick, still getting scolded as well.

If the one in front of me is not her sister Aneesha, I have been venting anger since. Not because of minor injuries, but unusual causes. Reyfan and Hamzah would have laughed if I knew my forehead was hurt by a window.

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Seriate....

Mr. Hara's hurt, here, guys. About this the first one, Jenar or Hara, huh? Jenar was not much different from her brother, huh? Like that reckless. 😂 His name is also just growing up, sometimes his behavior is still a little childish, right? So it's not actually Jenar shameless, anyway. Yeah, no, anyway?

Oya! Sorry, yes, guys. For comments in the previous chapter, I could not reply one by one. Thank you very much for giving up the vote for Jenar, and leaving a lot of comments. I'm teeharu.

Looking forward to the next chapter, yes. More often, though not every day.😉💕❤