Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

79. Debar Admiration.

🍁There is a path, but it is not heard by the deaf. Is this what you call the language of the heart?🍁

Hara's.

The evening sky was decorated with gray clouds, moving in a row. Like a group of soldiers who are about to invade. The wind was blowing hard enough, shaking the bamboo grove, so that the dry leaves fell. Crashing, flying, then scattered in all directions.

I leaned against the door frame with both hands in my pocket, glued to the people who were chatting in the gazebo. Naufal was very happy to feed the fish in the pond. Ma'am Sayumi sat next to him, in a position ready to dispel if the child approached the edge of the pool. Irkham sat on the edge of the gazebo, busy folding paper, while Jenar painstakingly fed Naufal.

Definition of eating with real fish.

A few minutes ago, Naufal was crying for his mother and father. Although already used to being independent, it turns out that the boy can sulk as well. Mas Akmal left Naufal to me in a state of sleep, bothered if driving a motorcycle while holding a boy, he said, maybe the child was scared when he woke up in a foreign house without a father or mother. Being alone at home is also not a problem.

When I was confused how to calm him, while the phones Mas Akmal and Mbak Nabila could not be contacted. Saysumi and Jenar helped, even Irkham who usually just kept quiet, also helped find a way for Naufal to stop crying.

For quite a while, the boy was finally persuaded by a paper boat toy made by Irkham. Next Naufal wanted to be invited to play, while feeding the fish. Ma'am Sayumi prepared the food, be that child like a king served and pampered.

“That's his sister, Mas?” My daydream was interrupted by a sound from the right side.

I straightened up, looking at it. A renovation worker was already standing beside me, staring at the gazebo of the fish pond.

“Iya,” I answered briefly while taking a hand out of the pocket of the pants.

“It's done, Sir?” I asked, seeing that the middle-aged man had changed into clean clothes.

“Already, Mas. Tomorrow continue again.” the answer is friendly.

I nodded, then we talked about the renovation progress. Also about the installation of the foundation near the fish pond that had stopped because there was a boundary line dispute with the land owned by neighbors.

“While the other day has been measured, yes, Mas? Kok, the party said it crossed a new boundary after the foundation was installed?”

I have to explain so that the workers are not badly off-putting, “We're wrong, sir. Time measurement of land that came only one person, it turns out that the land is still a property with several heirs.”

“Hopefully finish the problem, Mas. So development can be resumed soon.” said the worker.

I nodded, insisting in my heart. Reyfan was angry yesterday, when he learned the installation of the foundation would be problematic pavilion. For, the pavilion to be built next to the main house - close to the fish pond - was the wish of Aneesha. Development must be completed before approaching the day of their child's birth.

“We need private space, pavilion is not too big, but the facilities are complete. Bedroom, lounge room, kitchen and bathroom.” so he said.

It seems I'm going to be busy again. The problem of the land boundary must be immediately resolved, according to the applicable procedures. Do not let anyone feel aggrieved and cause relationships between neighbors to be bad. Though only because of the problem of land that is not how wide.

By late afternoon, all the workers were ready to go home. The noisy sound of bamboo leaves being blown by the wind, managed to break the silence. Several times I nodded, replying to the greetings of the workers passing by. There was the roar of the motor-shoots, accompanying their departure.

I was about to move, when Jenar approached with an empty plate. He passed me, headed for the kitchen to wash the dishes Naufal had eaten.

“Om!” I felt a pull on my pants, my attention was distracted.

“Have finished eating?” ask me while shuffling Naufal's hair

The boy nodded, then looked up with continued looking at me. “Mimic, Om!” her door. (Drink)

“Come!” I led him to the kitchen, to get a glass of water.

“Naufal is hungry as it seems. Earlier, Ma'am Sayumi took a lot of rice, exhausted without rest.” said Jenar who had just finished washing dishes, even though I did not ask.

“Indeed Naufal had not eaten last time went with father?” I chose to ask Naufal, rather than respond to Jenar's words.

Naufal. The boy again took a sip of water that I poured in a small glass until it ran out. It seems true said Jenar, Naufal was hungry and thirsty.

“Tadi Naufal from where same father?” I asked for a glass from Naufal's hand, filling it again with water. The boy still seems to want to drink.

“Ning market, mr. adol salak.” replied Naufal. (To the market, you sell salak.)

Mas Akmal forgot that Naufal had not eaten, surely because he was busy harvesting salak and selling it to the market. I usually help when I'm home. Just realized, if some days, I did not go home Pak Wawan.

“Om, followed by ibuk!” I was just about to relax, because Naufal had calmed down. Now the observation that is arranged in the head is threatened not realized, because the child has remembered if he is not with his parents anymore.

“Later same father to pick up Naufal here, so do not follow.” I tried to persuade. Not unwilling to drive, but I do not know where exactly Mas Akmal went to pick up Mbak Nabila.

“When le rene, Om? Suwi tenan, ora teko-teko.” Naufal grumbled, grumbling that his parents had not come.

I pulled the phone out of my pocket, but Naufal instead jerked, “Rasah (no need) phone, I want ninggon ibuk!”

The boy began to whine. If so, I don't know what to do. A whole new life this time I faced directly with a real child who was sulking and difficult to persuade.

“Come, Om!” Naufal continued to whine, even to the point of shouting. The attitude of the child was really not as usual which was cute and adorable. This afternoon he was very annoying and made the blood pressure rise.

“Eh! Naufal, we play ship again, yuk!” bring Jenar closer. Looks like he knows I'm confused looking for a way to calm Naufal down.

Naufal shook his head loudly, but Jenar did not give up. The girl kept seducing him until it worked. Naufal said as Jenar led him back to the gazebo. A moment later, they were already laughing while feeding the fish. It looks so cool, you little boy! A moment of anger, a moment of laughter, a moment of crying, his emotions quickly changed.

Mbak Nabila and Mas Akmal came in the afternoon. However, they are not just the two. But with Mas Faiz and Mbak Nanda and his children as well. He said they met at the school, then decided to continue the reunion at this house.

"When can I talk to a very busy ustadz?" seloroh Mas Akmal I accidentally heard.

"When did you meet the lawyer Don'tan?" (When you can meet the vegetable geezer) Mas Faiz chimed in.

The state of the house is messy and full of stored building materials, not too disturbing meetings. Talks, crisp laughter, the cries of children, collaborating with the sounds of nature and the overcast clouding. Everyone seems happy, but I know myself enough not to get close. Choose to sit in the kitchen while smoking.

“Pak Hara did not join there?” Jenar is making drinks and preparing snacks with Ms. Sayumi. I nodded without answering.

“Mas Pak Hara want to drink tea, coffee or water?” Ma'am Sayumi often overdo it if you make an offer.

“No need, Ma'am. Later if you want to drink, I take it myself.” replied I refused politely.

After Jenar served a drink, the two of them returned busy. I didn't notice what they were doing in the kitchen. Just from the sound that was heard, it seemed to be very busy. The smell of cooking does not linger sharp for a long time, tempting the tongue and stomach that ask to be filled.

“Mbak Say who tasted, huh? Jenar fasts.” Jenar's speech made me lift my head, staring at the backs of two women of different ages, right in front of me.

“Oh iyo dino kemis,” looks like Ma'am Sayumi just remembered that his master was always fasting sunah every Monday and Thursday.

“Say less what, yes, Mbak?”

“Added sugar bit,”

“Sweetest, yes?”

“Iya, just a little do not need much.”

“Fear of diabetes, yes, Ma'am?”

“Iya, for health sake.”

Unknowingly two corners of my lips lifted up, for the sake of hearing the small talk of Jenar and Ma'am Sayumi. This afternoon the girl looked a little more mature. Can calm Naufal who sulked, welcomed the arrival of Mbak Nabila and Mas Akmal well. Now they are cooking for them, even though they are fasting. So remember the other day Jenar once said, no problem cooking while fasting. He proved it today.

“Now it's fit yet, Mbak?” The voice of Genar was heard again. Ma'am Sayumi seemed to take a little vegetable sauce to taste it.

“It is fitting.” said Mbak Sayumi.

“If it is less sweet, then eat it while looking at Genar only, Ma'am. Guaranteed sweetness, but does not make diabetes.” seloroh Jenar.

I held back a smile, what a joke that was overconfident. I don't know why my hand moved, took the phone, and opened the photo gallery. Some of the pictures that were lined up, located at the very top of the reflex made me smile.

Jenar is sweet, my heart.

Waitaminute! What the fuck? Looks like something's wrong with me. Suddenly my heart was pumping blood faster than usual. Just because I heard Jenar's chat and saw her picture, did I become amazed at Jenar? Just be right! But what is this sound? Like there is a timid but not heard by a dumbass. Is this what you call the language of the heart?

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Seriate...

Cie ... there is a deg-deg an but unconscious. Never, like that? Sometimes just hearing or seeing someone, can make the heart beat involuntarily. This cannot be prevented and the language of the heart is never wrong.

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