Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

86. Impulsive Attitude

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Hara's.

For the sake of blazing love, Kurela clutched the embers

For the love of love, I really do

Even the view goes out, like a withered flower is wasted

But you know, all because …

I'm still, loyal to you ….

Let me cry like a beggar.

(Rela-Inka Chisty)

There was a sound of Ma'am Sayumi humming with an ambiguous tone. The renovation workers were not disturbed, but instead sang along, following a nostalgic song played by the housekeeper. Music makes them work cheerfully.

“Change dangdut, Ma'am Say!” pinta is a worker.

Ma'am Sayumi sneers, “Dangdutan continues, bosen!”

“Lha ket mau wes kuwi, change it!” call another worker.

“Yo sak senengku, really. Sing my tune, yo! Banned protest!” ketus Mbak Sayumi who was sitting in the gazebo while folding clothes that had just been lifted from the clothesline. He banned workers from protesting the songs he played.

Just this time I met a housekeeper who was pretending to exceed the owner of the house. He seemed to be the most powerful here, holding full authority. Even Jenar was subject to his orders.

Jenar ... if you think the girl is obedient. Not just with Sayumi, but with anyone. They rarely resist, and tend to avoid debate. Several times we got into disagreements, he always gave up. Even last night, he didn't argue with me about the issue of the wrong chat address.

When love docked at the dock, I traced the winding steep coral

No matter the sand that hurts, I resigned in His embrace

When love is a lie, I am immersed in the waves

For He gave me the sun, though He concerning my crucifixion

(Mystery of Love-Nicky Astria)

Slowrock music performed by 90s lady rockers is still heard. This time Ma'am Sayumi not only muttered, but to shout in a completely false voice. He was carried away like he was in front of a concert stage. I can only shake her head with her sometimes vague behavior.

The atmosphere towards a crowded afternoon, able to shift my focus from seeing a row of photos sent by Alex. Dozens of photos he sent, but none of them interested me. Everything was beautiful and of course sexy, but not enough to arouse my desire as a man.

Since living in Yogya, I have never had the desire to play with women. Perhaps because often lead Kyai Ali to fill the study in localization places. See firsthand the morning life of the prostitutes who are far from the sparkling world at night. Makes me realize, that not all pe la cur is a quiet life because it can get a lot of money in a short time and with a fun job. Most of them actually do it by force, because it is squeezed into various problems. Mostly because it is felt to meet the needs of life.

The boarding school, Pak Wawan's family, and Aneesha's house have taught me many things. Happiness that can not only be obtained because it has abundant wealth, quiet life is not because of luxury and all needs are met. Satisfaction cannot be obtained after spending money to vent overnight desires with many women.

Because, in fact without having all the conveniences like in Jakarata even now I can live more calmly. Maybe this is also what makes me rarely have the desire to spend the night at the club and enjoy the beautiful body of night butterflies.

I felt a gust of wind slowly caressing the body. The creaking of bamboo stems and the rustling of leaves, combined with the music of mendayu. By late afternoon, soon the workers will have ended their activities. Time to go home, enough for me today to keep an eye on their work.

How I don't live comfortably here. Easy work, no target, no need to think about Reyfan's daily schedule, various meetings and stock prices that go up and down. Maybe I'll consider Mas Akmal's offer not to return to Jakarta. Starting a business here doesn't seem too bad, because I already have capital in a cafe owned by the late Ghufron and his friends.

I put the phone in my pocket, after deleting all the chat from Alex. In the past, I never worried about saving photos, videos or chat from anyone. However, now that my phone is often played by Naufal, of course I have to be careful. Do not let the child see the spectacle of adults who are inappropriate for children.

“Mas Hara, the southern room is finished.” reported Mr. Mandor.

I went to check on their own work. In order not to just accept the report without proof, as my responsibility. The most important part of the renovation of Aneesha's house is to make a nursery on the south side of which the design is made by Aneesha herself.

“Stay filled this, Mas.” said Mr. Mandor.

I observed a medium-sized room that still smelled of this cement. Construction is complete, but not ready to be occupied. Because, there is no furniture and the wall still has to be installed wallpaper as Aneesha wishes. I took some pictures of the room, sent them to Reyfan as a report on the progress of the renovation.

No need to wait for a reply from Reyfan, he must be very busy. The news I received, Mahardika Group is working on a giant tender. Lucky I was on leave, otherwise I might have been the busiest person in the company.

The phone vibrated, as I was just about to put it in my pocket. I thought a reply from Reyfan, it wasn't.

‘Hara! Don't forget where the drink is searched, miss where.’

Such was the sound of a message from a contact I gave the name ‘Kak Cerevet’. I don't think about it with Mbak Nabila. The thing I forgot to bring home a drinking bottle alone could be a big deal. I completely forgot that the drinking bottle was brought by Jenar yesterday, just remember after this morning Mbak Nabila asked. I'd better look for it soon, than my chatty brother gets angry if I come home empty-handed.

“Polek opo?” (Search what?) mama Sayumi asked, while I was in the kitchen. He had just entered with a basket filled with clothes.

“There are green color drinking bottles not here, Ma'am?” I decided to ask the usually all-knowing housekeeper.

“Oh! Tapukwer bottle ijo?”

My forehead automatically wrinkled to hear Sister Sayumi calling a foreign name in the ear. I do not know the brand of drinking bottles owned by Mbak Nabila, just remember the color and shape.

“Tadi early in the morning did not have time to ask Mbak Jenar whose bottle, keburu left for campus he.” said Mbak Sayumi while putting a basket on the table just like that, then approached the shelf of kitchen utensils.

“The bottle is Mas Pak Hara, to? Foreign pantesan. Wong I memorized very well how many kinds of tapukwer in this house.” Ma'am Sayumi took a bottle, then gave it to me, “Keri yo wingi, Mas?” (Yes, yesterday, Mom?)

“Tak kiro nek Mbak Jenar sing gowo, gon sopo ngunu. Lha wong dek’e ora tau sangu mimik. Drinking bottle sak ndayak nganggur ning rack.” grumbled Mbak Sayumi. (I don't think Jenar's brother brought in, who's that. He never brought a drink. Many drinking bottles just lying on the shelf.)

I just shrugged my shoulders. Ma'am Sayumi is very attentive, memorized by the habits of her employer.

“Oya, Mas. Last night until home what time? Thanks, yo, wes nganter Mbak Jenar.” said Mbak Sayumi with Javanese accent typical Magelang part.

I'm nodding. Not yet had time to answer, the woman had already continued the sentence, “Actually I feel sorry for Jenar. Repot tenan pencang-mulih (return-away) mengebis. Though here a lot of vehicles, but he did not dare to use.”

“Why can't Aneesha be the same?” I'm curious about Sayumi's story.

The woman shook her head loudly, leaning her back on the refrigerator door while folding her hands, “Not the same as Ms. Aneesha, but the same Mr. Fares. He said the danger of riding in his own vehicle. Though Mbak Jenar often go home at night, instead of more danger if riding in public transportation, yes?”

I shrugged, just like Jenar told me. It makes no sense to worry Mr. Fares, even so troublesome his son alone.

“Mbak Jenar yo ngunu, manut wae rules pakne. Yes, if there is a friend who can shuttle, if not? Kan, really bother.” (Mbak Jenar was also, according to his father's rules.)

Sayumi's Mbak's story makes me remember one thing I haven't asked Jenar. Maybe this housekeeper knows the answer.

“True often escorted with his friend, Mbak?” ask for the sake of expelling curiosity.

Maak Sayumi shook her head, “If you used to stay at Mr. Dito's house, Jenar's mother was picked up by Mr. Dito. Now sometimes delivered Mbak Aina to the terminal, or if again bosen at the kost he nginep here.”

“Ghufron ever shuttle Jenar?” Ma'am Sayumi seemed to think for a moment, then shook her head.

“If Lion?”

Ma'am Sayumi thought again, nodded then shook her head, “If you go often, nawarin shuttle also often, but Mbak Jenar never want. Sama Mas Faiz also can not, especially Mr. Teguh .. really the same Mas Lion.”

When you hear the words of Mbak Sayumi, Pak Teguh and Mas Faiz are protective of Jenar. However, it is useless if they are not in this house at all times. Mr. Teguh only occasionally came to visit, while Mas Faiz even only once a week not all day. When can they keep an eye on Jenar? What if at any time there are those who come to disturb, such as Lion for example?

“So Jenar daily departs for campus by bus?” I am still not satisfied with Ms. Sayumi's answer, probably because of the provoked speech of the clinic's receptionist yesterday.

Ma'am Sayumi nodded, then said confidently, “Lhayo, said Mbak Jenar every morning he waited for the cane.”

I frowned at the ambiguous reply of Sister Sayumi. Between asserting my question, but also putting forth the opposite. So which is right, take the bus or wait for a ride?

“True often get a ride?” I want to get clarity.

Ma'am Sayumi nodded, “Ya every day can ride, to. Sometimes Mas Han, Mas San, most often Mas Rama. If you go home there is Mas Ragil and Mas Cemara.”

“That's all his friends Jenar?” I really didn't think Jenar would get a ride from men often. Was he not shy about deliberately waiting for the cane to leave for campus?

“Ho oh's. Most loyal friends, best friends.” replied Ma'am Sayumi sure.

A fact I just found out about Jenar. Maybe yesterday who picked her up at the clinic was also one of the mentioned Sister Sayumi. You know, I don't have to rush her to the clinic. Why didn't he just ask to be picked up by one of them last night? Regretting that I was worried, many were willing to give her a ride.

The phone in the pocket shook, when my mind was almost pursed. Kurogoh pocket, take a flat object that flounders the sign there's an incoming call. A name that has just become the topic of conversation is listed on the screen, longevity is also this girl. I'll pick up soon, wondering why he called me this afternoon.

[Pak Hara has to take responsibility, now Aina is angry with me!]

I kept the phone away from the ear, making sure whose voice was speaking from across there. Tumben Genar spoke without further ado, without even greeting. I waited for some jokes, Jenar did not continue the sentence. Precisely a faint sound of a small sob, a sign that the girl seemed to be crying.

“Are you okay?” askaku.

[Aina is angry with me because of Mr. Hara!] jenar's tone was high, but stammered and trembled.

What's the matter? What do I do to be responsible? Just talk to Aina no, why am I being blamed? Isak sounds clearer. Suddenly I imagined Jenar crying alone somewhere lonely. What if something happens to him?

“Now where are you?”

[Campus, go home.]

“Wait there, don't go anywhere!”

Without waiting for an answer, I ended the call unilaterally. No matter where it came from, there was a sense of worry coming just like that. Is it possible because I heard Jenar crying, while I did not know what she was doing and with whom.

“Mas Hara, botole!”

I, who had been a few steps away from the kitchen, had to go back to get the bottle. With half a run I rushed towards the car, immediately gas tanked away at maximum speed.

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Connect ....

Hayo, who is curious about the same mas-mas who nebengin Jenar? Magelang-Jogja speed fighters must have memorized it, nih. Actually want to up 2 chapters, it turns out that this one is just a long review so delayed first, yes. Oya! it's in the month of Maulud, nih. The month of the birth of the Prophet Muhammad SAW, do not forget many salawat, yes. 

Want to know what Hara will do? Wait for the next part, yeah. 😉