Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

84. Misdeliver

🌵Alloh always had the best way to carry out his destiny🌵

Hara grinds the cigarette on the ashtray, then lifts the cup. He sipped the coffee that still reflected the hot smoke. There was a wide variety of food available in front, but none of it attracted any attention. Because, his head was almost full of thought of the news of someone who never came.

“With (you) khodamnya* Kyai Ali?”

“Sopirnya,” Reply Hara briefly.

The middle-aged man sitting beside him nodded. Then again asking while looking at Hara's appearance from top to bottom, “Nyantri in Al-Hidayah too?”

Hara frowned for a while, then nodded weakly. Kyai Ali and Gus Hafidz have been going everywhere for a long time and he has always been lazy to explain who he is. He held out a match, as the man accompanying him was about to light a cigarette.

“My children love there, thank God all can mate fellow santri Al-hidayah. The ragil (bungsu), even Bu Nyai Aisyah herself who betrothed.” Hara mangosteen, though not fully listening to the story. Again his mind was still filled with prejudice that had not found an answer.

Hara looked forward, seeing Gus Hafidz speaking on the pelaminan stage, close to the bride. Once again he sipped coffee, then saw the clock coiling around his wrist. It has been almost an hour, the sign is soon Gus Hafidz will finish tausiah.

“With a driver in particular Gus Hafidz or Kyai Ali?” the middle-aged man beside Hara again asked.

Although reluctant, Hara still answered briefly, “Two.”

Hara's estimate is accurate. After a while, there was a murmur of people speaking amiins simultaneously. Then Gus Hafidz took the stage as a sign of having finished giving mauidhoh hasanah in the event walimatul ursy a wedding. Actually invited was Kyai Ali, but because he suddenly did not feel well, so sent Gus Hafidz to replace.

“Nyuwun ngapunten estu menawi kathah kedirangan, kulo namung sent badali abah.” said Gus Hafidz when he had sat together with Hara and the middle-aged man, the hajat owner. (I'm sorry if there are so many flaws, I was just told to replace you)

“Kulo remen sanget Hotel. Forgive kapok rawuh mriki nggih.” (I'm so happy, Gus. Don't be here, yeah)

Gus Hafidz and Hara are warm-hearted while enjoying the banquet that has been provided by the host. Sometimes Hara was forced to respond to the clumsiness of the fathers who accompanied them even though he thought it was not funny.

“Usually khodam Pak Kyai wear sarong and peci, just this time the appearance of this metropolis.” always a man who wears a plaid glove and blue shirt, and, commenting on the appearance of Hara who did not look at all like a pesantren cottage servant. Even more like office people, because they wear shirts and pants black.

“This one is different, sir. Abah can import, limited edition.” replied Gus Hafidz.

“If the limited edition is usually expensive, Gus.” said another man.

“I am not just a limited edition, but a premium product. So it's definitely super expensive.” sahut Hara trying to respond to kelakar. Instantly a crisp laugh blared, filling the entire corner of the room.

The atmosphere was crowded, full of laughter, in fact could not shift the tangle in Hara's head. He was still thinking about this afternoon. He did not need to queue long to get service at the bpn office, because Mas Faiz had taken the queue number. After finishing taking care of the land certificate which also happened to be not too complicated because all the requirements had been met, he rushed back to the clinic where Jenar was treated. But until there it turns out the morning practice hours have been completed and Jenar was not seen the trunk of his nose.

He was almost frustrated thinking about how Jenar went to Yogya alone. Just thought about following. Therefore, he asked the clinic's receptionist how long Jenar had gone about to estimate now where the girl had gotten to.

“If you wear hijab already finished counseling from earlier, Mas.” answer receptionist.

“Mbak know how he went?” hara asked really curiously, before contacting Jenar's phone directly.

“It looks like someone picked you up, Mas.”

Hara did not know if the patient was veiled at the clinic that morning, not just Jenar. While the recipes also do not know for sure who picked up it Jenar or not. However, after learning of the unclear news, he decided to leave without confirming it to Jenar. Things he later regretted all day, for making his brain work hard; guessing.

Until a message notification goes to his phone, as if opening the way so that the question in the mind can be answered.

“Gus!” Hara drew her head closer to Gus Hafidz who was sitting next to her. He whispered something while showing a mobile phone screen that displays a line of a chat sentence.

‘Pakdhe, can you pick up no? Aina's motor broke down on the road, can't turn on.’

Although Hara and Gus Hafidz knew, the chat was not addressed to any of them. However, both of them feel that destiny is opening the way. An idea popped into their heads, made them look at each other and then nodded. As if they were sure that what was on their minds was the same.

Gus Hafidz immediately ended the pleasantries with the stakeholders, then said goodbye. Unbeknownst to him, Hara has them planned. They always know what to do to solve a problem.

“We want to pick them up where?” gus Hafidz asked as soon as Hara drove the car out of the place of pilgrimage. Because in the chat sent Jenar, there was no mention of where the girl was.

Hara pulled out the phone, made a call, then put on the earphones. Within seconds, he had connected with someone by phone.

“Where are you?”

“Ok!”

Hara immediately asked without saying hello first, after getting an answer she immediately hung up the phone without further ado. That's how Hara, always straight to the point, doesn't want to waste the slightest item of time.

Gus hafidz shook his head, realizing his brother's choice was indeed very reliable. Negative thoughts about this man who often carries alcohol everywhere, slowly dwindle. He believes his brother must have had the hidden intention of accepting Hara as one of the confidants in the pesantren.

“Need phone person workshop now?” ask Gus Hafidz.

Hara shook her head, without shifting the concentration of driving, “Later I see first how badly it is damaged, besides strange if suddenly there is a workshop person comes first before us.”

Gus Hafidz nodded, amazed by Hara's thoroughness. He followed the plan that Hara had devised, with slight adjustments. The tangled threads that filled the head for several days, finally found a way to decompose.

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Two girls are seen sitting on the terrace floor of a mini market while contemplating. Each holds a bottle of drinking water different brands whose contents have been reduced a lot. They seem to be tired.

“Capek oath push motor, much more.” grumbled Jenar.

“Laper too, times, Jen. Like this maybe what people used to feel when colonized by the Netherlands. Hungry, tired, but told to keep working. It's really tormented, isn't it?” Aina dramatized the tired state of pushing a motorbike, comparing with the struggle of the Indonesian population when colonized by the colonial.

“We should be grateful, Na. Thanks to the hard work of the predecessors, now we can feel tired of pushing the motor on a smooth asphalt road. Try if our nation is not colonized by the colonial, maybe there will be no wide road as smooth as this.” said Jenar with a face made as serious as possible.

“Sial, you!”

They both laughed, more like laughing at themselves over the ridiculousness of meaningless chatter. Enjoying the situation that is being overwhelmed by bad luck by funny so as not to feel too bitter.

“Kira Pakdhe Teguh until here long time no, huh? I'm easy, anyway just take an online ojek from here to the boarding house. Your home is still far away, surely there is no bus at this time. But what's my bike, huh?” muttered Aina while looking at the red matic motor parked in front.

Jenar shrugged, having no idea to answer. In his heart he felt worried that Pakdhe Teguh could not pick up. He has been sending messages to Pakdhenya since a few minutes ago, but has not been replied to. They were silent, preoccupied with each other's thoughts for a few moments. Until the ringing of the mobile phone from Jenar bag, fostering a hope of the arrival of help.

Jenar immediately picked up the phone, she frowned when she saw a contact name on the screen. The hope that was just about to soar, was dashed. It wasn't the name he expected to call. Next he actually felt annoyed, because the caller asked a question without further ado and immediately closed the connection after he answered.

‘Freaky person,’ his inner self in heart.

Jenar shook her head while answering briefly, “Not Pakdhe who phone.”

“Who?” Aina wanted to know.

“Pak Hara's. Just ask me where, keep closing. Weird, right?”

Aina. A moment later they fell silent again, occasionally sipping a drink in a bottle. Expel worry by wetting the esophagus that is almost dry. Each was busy thinking about their fate if help did not come soon.

Aina thought about how to bring her motor that did not want to turn on, while the day went more and more night. Not to mention the boarding that imposes a curfew only until 21:00. If it's too late, where will he sleep? Grateful in this situation, he was not alone. It is inconceivable if not for delivering Jenar, he could have pushed the bike and stuck could not go home alone in this place.

While Jenar thought what if Pakdhe Teguh did not immediately open his watshapp chat? He could have taken a taxi home online, but it was impossible to leave Aina alone. If he did not ask to be delivered, maybe Aina's motorbike would not be damaged and her best friend had arrived at the boarding since.

They both shook their heads, like they were thinking the same thing. Both are equally aware, that there is no point in wondering about something that has happened. For, all events must have been arranged in such a way by the Almighty.

Jenar moved from sitting, about to throw an empty bottle into the trash. While Aina was finishing the contents of the bottle in a few gulps. When they almost gave up the coming of help, a car went into the mini market page. Highlight the glare, managed to attract the attention of the two girls.

The car lights go out, along with the sound of the engine being turned off. Jenar was glued to the spot, while Aina almost choked, when she saw two men coming out of the car. A man wearing a holster and a white peci, and another man in a mint green shirt closed the front door almost simultaneously.

The two of them then walked closer to the two girls who were stunned on the terrace of the mini market. Gus Hafidz observes the motor matic red color, he memorized correctly with Aina's vehicle. Without asking permission, he immediately changed the side kick stand to the middle so that the motor can stand upright. It is easier to check the engine problems.

“Where's the contact key?” Hara reached out in front of Aina.

Aina gasped for Jenar to elbow her arm. Returns the consciousness that is in a mode of disbelief while paying attention to Gus Hafidz. He immediately retrieves the ignition key from the gamis pocket, handing it to Hara.

Jenar and Aina looked at each other, speaking using sign language raised eyebrows and shook their heads. They could only stand still while clutching the empty bottle, letting the two men check the motor.

“It is possible,” said Gus Hafidz when he did not manage to start the motor.

“Not, Gus. Maybe the bus,” replied Hara because the motor did not want to turn on when driven.

Gus Hafidz asked Hara to shift, to try to boost the bike. The engine managed to turn on after several shots, but the exhaust sound is very noisy, especially if the gas is rotated deeper. He could already guess what kind of problem happened to the bike.

“Because of this machine,” murmured Gus Hafidz.

Hara immediately opened the oil spot, once the engine was turned off. He reached into his pocket, took the phone and turned on the light feature to check the oil content. As expected, it turned out that the oil reservoir was dry, without any fill.

“Originally out, no residual.” said Hara, while closing the oil reservoir again.

“You forgot to change oil for sure?” Gus Hafidz asked Aina.

The one asked nodded while looking down. Recognizing the negligence of caring for the only vehicle that always used mobility. It felt like he wanted to turn small, in order to get into the ant hole only. People who are desperately avoided actually come to help when he is really in a difficult situation.

“No way can be forced this way, must immediately enter the workshop,” said Hara, decided.

“I phone Yanto just to be taken,” Gus Hafidz rushed to make a phone call without asking for approval who has a motor.

Meanwhile, Jenar who realized Hara and Gus Hafidz's hands were dirty, immediately ran into the minimarket. Not until two minutes, the girl had already returned with a wet tissue. He immediately took out some tissue, then gave it to Hara.

“Thank you,” Hara received tissue, gave some to Gus Hafidz, then wiped her own hands.

Jenar and Aina looked back at each other, speaking in nodding and trimming gestures. As was asking, ‘How is this?’ but no one can say it.

“You between Jenar go home first, let me wait to take the motor.” Gus Hafidz command after finishing calling.

“Let's go home how?” Hara is unlikely to leave her employer without clarity.

“I've asked Kang Mardi to pick up, later I'll take Aina home.” replied Gus Hafidz.

Hara nodded in understanding. While Jenar and Aina seemed to whisper to each other, debating something. It seemed like they disagreed with the decision of the two men who were about to help, but had no choice but to accept it.

“I can go home online ojek,” Aina ventured to say, after a while of arguing with Jenar.

“Udah night, Na. Are you not afraid to ride an online taxi?” Jenar seemed to object.

Aina shook her head, then replied weakly, “Not too far, kok.”

“Do you have an app? Never been on an online motorcycle, have you?” Gus Hafidz memorized if Aina almost never took public transportation, let alone online ojek.

“True ushered Hara, you are here with me, wait for Yanto and Kang Mardi to come.” stressed Gus Hafidz.

“I can be scolded by the boarding house if you return home delivered by a man,” Aina still trying to refuse.

“ Won't be scolded if that's between me,” said Gus Hafidz very sure.

“Iya, Na. You are safer to deliver Gus Hafidz, do not ride the ojek online.” Jenar tries to persuade her best friend, despite Aina's threatening gaze.

“You go home first, Jen. Let's not stay home, don't let your family worry!” gus Hafidz.

Jenar whispered something to Aina. Still keeping a question mark in mind, he was forced to leave the girl with Gus Hafidz. Because he had to go home before it was too late. Maybe Sayumi's mom called everyone just because she wasn't home yet.

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Seriate....

In this chapter, I want to discuss a little why if we avoid someone even really found. It seems like fate is not sincere if we avoid. If it's like this, we have to remember, guys. That, what is good in our opinion, is not necessarily good according to God. So if we do not like something, tend to avoid it, but instead come and get closer. It could be that God is living his destiny. Because, the destiny of God will never be wrong and wrong. All right, according to each portion.

What will happen to Jenar and Hara, wait for the next chapter ya😉

greetings dear, dear,