Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

87. Humor

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Hara

I am a man who has played with many different types of women. Countless women have been in bed, but nothing has ever worked to make me want to imagine one of their faces.

Jenar ... is just an ordinary girl, not very pretty. He always wore clothes that almost covered his entire body. Her appearance was very far from all the women I've ever 'worn'. However, today he managed to make me do one thing without thinking first. One more hour traveled the distance Magelang-Yogya in a hurry, just because I didn't want anything to happen to him. Even to the point of being willing to be an angry outlet, listening to all complaints in order to stop his crying. I don't know exactly when, feeling like I should care about this girl who's nobody.

In my heart I laugh at myself. For the first time in my life, I was overwhelmed to see a girl crying in front. What power does this girl have that makes me feel like a madman?

I took a few pieces of tissue to wipe the sweat along Jenar's nose carefully. For I do not want to disturb his sleep. He must be tired of crying while angry all the way from campus to enter the Sleman area. He thought Aina was angry because she was absent from college and did not reply to chat, but that was not necessarily the case. It seems that Jenar is just over thinking.

I looked at the quiet face that was sleeping, with my eyes and mouth slightly open. Very funny this girl's sleeping style, makes me not tired of lingering on. I felt like someone was humming in there, singing what song.

It is sweeter when you are sleeping. I could see clearly his face that often looked down, also more freely enjoying his innocence. The lashes are thick, long also lentic, perfecting the beauty of God's sculpture. If not in a state of sleep, where dare I stare for a long time the sharp and crystal-clear highlight. The gaze that could make my heart go too fast was rhythmic.

Kurogoh pocket to pick up the phone. This rare opportunity is a pity if not perpetuated. When else can you be satisfied to see the face of a sweet girl who is sleeping? Could he be angry again when he wakes up later, or even cry harder? Women are strange creatures who sometimes cannot control their emotions.

Plain, innocent, and overly sensationalist fame .. unimaginable if I didn't come soon. There can be bad people who use their fragile state to take advantage of one-sided. I know he doesn't have many friends, often going everywhere alone. So, is it wrong if I want to protect this girl?

My phone shook, after taking some photos of Jenar in a sleeping pose. Successfully draw awareness from pleasant daydreams. Reyfan's name is on the screen, what a coincidence. I was just thinking of contacting him to talk about some things. Destiny goes as it comes to mind.

In a slow motion, I opened the car door. More free to receive calls outside, so as not to disturb Jenar's sleep. Let the girl rest satisfied, before I drive her home.

“Halo!”

The afternoon breeze greeted, flying the dried leaves that had fallen from the trees. There was the sound of a children's song played by the odong-odong, while the garden lights began to light up. Little children run around, some are pulling their parents' hands towards the toy place. A warm atmosphere at the end of the dim twilight. I leaned back on the body of the car, talking to Reyfan while staring around the square owned by the local government of Sleman with all the frenzy.

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This morning it was very lazy, did not have the spirit to do anything, even to go to college. I'm like a fairy who lost her wand. Triggered by good friends, making my life a mess.

Yesterday Aina did not go to college, did not pick up the phone, even my chat was not opened. Makes me think that he was upset over the incident when his bike broke down. Although last night, I received word that he was sick, but it did not make me relieved. Maybe he thought I had deliberately told Mr. Hara to come with Gus Hafidz.

How do I explain to Aina that they came because I sent the wrong chat? What if he doesn't believe?

I spread the feed, then leaned the head on the gazebo pole while staring at the fish jumping. Many times I waste my breath, in order to expel the fret that struck. It was sad to find my best friend angry, because I did not like to be silenced. It doesn't feel good to be the reason someone is angry.

“I have to how?” I mumbled slowly, like I was talking to a fish.

I sensed the presence of someone, heard from the approaching footsteps, then walked into the gazebo. I can guess who that person is from the sound of his heavy deheman, but I am reluctant to stop daydreaming while staring at the collection of fish in the pond.

“After this hour is still fun to eat fish, not college?” The question that came from the typical male baritone voice, I only answered with a weak shudder.

“Libur?” I nodded again to answer his question.

“Yesterday you want to cancel the therapy schedule because you don't want to skip college, now not vacation but deliberately truant, so? No stand.”

Hearing that sarcastic grunt, I let out a long sigh. I took the feed, spread it again to the pond. Instantly the pool water fizzled, as the fish fought over each other for food.

“Inya already full, who loves to eat breakfast yet?”

I shook my head again, this time moved to answer, “Males.”

I heard Mr. Hara snorted, “Indonesia will not advance if the younger generation is like this all!”

I pulled myself out, distracting myself from the pool. The feeling last night was good sleep, waking up as usual, not too late. Even still had muroja'ah after the evening prayer. Why is this early getting a talk from someone who knows but isn't clear?

“Gusti Allah does not like creatures that are malleable, not sat-set and klemar-klemer.”

I glanced at the strapping back of the man sitting on the edge of the gazebo while smoking a cigarette. Pouting the sentence he said, “Sok knows.”

Mr. Hara looked over. White smoke billowed in the air as he asked me, “Moreover the problem now? Not satisfied yesterday angry while crying?”

His words made the memory of my brain play the events of yesterday. When I was both sad and upset, because Aina didn't pick up the phone. Directing the target of anger towards Mr. Hara, no matter he came all the way to the campus to pick me up. I scolded him all the way, shedding tears while blaspheming, blaming and judging him. Though if you think Mr. Hara does not know anything, it receives an outpouring of frustration.

“Still think Aina to not the spirit of leaving for campus?” Mr. Hara asked again.

Hearing that, I just wanted to frown more and more. Mr. Hara will not know how sad it is to be silenced by a friend who has been considered like a brother. He won't be able to feel what I'm feeling right now.

“Aina hasn't bales chat too?” guess Mr. Hara.

I shook my head while answering softly, “It was answered this morning. She said she wasn't feeling well anymore, I guess that's just an excuse to avoid. So that I do not send chat or call again.”

Instead of sympathizing, Mr. Hara even bluffed, “Basic women!” it makes me frown because I don't understand.

“Baperan may, but over thinking do not! Your time will be wasted if you think too much about something that is not yet known the truth. Not necessarily Aina has a mind as you would expect.” grunted.

“Pak Hara knows where? Don't know Aina, do you?”

“Free talking to you!” Mr. Hara stood up roughly, “Better find out directly, than to guess which is not necessarily real.”

“Means?”

“Come Aina, ask her about that pradugu!” replied Hara without looking.

“You are not delivered?”

I frowned at answering Mr Hara's question with a question too, “Ke campus?”

“The need to be delivered to campus or to Aina?”

I thought for a moment, choosing between going to college or meeting Aina at the boarding house.

“If I were you, just go to college. Who knows Aina has already left for campus.”

Mr. Hara's statement made me lean a bit towards one of the options. However, still thinking about the possible risks, “If not how yet?”

“At least, you are lucky because you did not become truant.” replied Mr. Hara.

I still want to think, but Mr. Hara has gone first after throwing cigarette butts. Sounds he grumbled, “Kelama mikir, keburu upin-ipin ubanan!”

Make me gasp and get up soon, “Wait, sir! I have to get ready first.”

However, Mr. Hara continued to step up without answering. I also ran into the room. The school supplies were ready since last night, I also had a shower and was well dressed. It didn't take long to prepare.

The bedroom door was knocked, as I was pecking myself in front of the mirror. Maybe Sayumi's mom has come home from the market. I summarized the activity, grabbed the bag, then opened the door.

Not Ma'am Sayumi, but it was Pak Hara who was standing at the door. I opened my mouth to talk, and he gave me a banana and a bottle of water and said, “Breakfast first. Bananas contain carbohydrates, protein, vitamins A, C, and B6. High in fiber, protein, antioxidants, magnesium and protasium are good for health. This fruit is low in calories, so it is suitable for breakfast, does not make sleepy.”

After that he just left. It made me stare confusedly at the two objects in hand and the direction of Pak Hara's departure in turn.

“His drinking water was brought. Dehydration can lead to a lack of focus and concentration. So you can listen to the course well.” he said before exiting through the back door.

I blinked my eyes many times. That was what Mr. Hara said, wasn't it, anyway? That chalkboard can talk a lot apparently? If she's acting sweet like this . I am, right, so shy. Uh! Maybe he is drunk, but this banana looks good, enough to prop up a stomach that has just filled with water since waking up earlier.

While peeling the black-spotted banana-sign of being perfectly ripe-, I walked slowly out of the house. It was seen that Mr. Hara was standing not far from the car talking to a man. It just so happens that Ma'am Sayumi has not been seen coming home yet, it is safe not to explain why I went to campus with Mr. Hara.

“Aready?” ask Mr. Hara. I'm nodding.

He asked again, “His drinking bottle has been brought?” I nodded again.

He opened the steering wheel door, then got into the car. A moment later, the side door opened from inside. I was about to step inside, but the man who was talking to Mr. Hara approached.

“Sorry, Mom. Is there money? I don't have the change.”

“Neither, Mas.” replied Mr. Hara, “Bring it first, it's okay.”

“Do not, Mas. If I forget, the business is heavy in the afterlife.”

I stopped entering the car, I don't know what is being discussed by Mr. Hara and the man who turned out to be the vegetable maker, to bring the name of the afterlife. Seems like a serious problem.

“Mbaknya may have?”

I looked for answers by seeing Mr. Hara, because I did not know the meaning of the greengrocer. Mr. Hara opened the wallet, showing the contents of which were all sheets of red. Basic showing off!

“I really do not have small money,” he said.

“Make what, anyway?” I asked, because it does not know what Mr. Hara needs a dime for.

“Mas was buying one banana, but I do not have change.” explained the vegetable.

I stared intently at the banana I had partially bitten. Suddenly the taste of bananas entering the esophagus turned strange. It must be because I forgot to read the do'a before eating, biting a banana while walking anyway. Lost is already the blessing of food, for it does not follow the instructions.

“So this banana has not been paid?” my question, make sure.

“You get paid, but he has no change.” replied Mr. Hara casually.

I looked at the greengrocer and Mr. Hara alternately. They both showed no guilt. Men can sometimes be the most unique people in the world. A speck of regret approached the feeling, almost a big head because given attention in the form of bananas. I also know I have to pay for it. Why did not ask to buy it yourself at the vegetable maker, let the total if you want to do.

“How much, Sir?” I reached into the bag to get the wallet.

“Two thousand only, Mbak.” replied Mr. greengrocer.

I gave a piece of money five thousand to the greengrocer. Damn, the greengrocer said there was no money back. It's a greengrocer or a manger, anyway? Time has no small money at all, just three thousand silver items?

“Three thousand I give you another banana, yes, Ma'am? I give you two more, huh. Bonus for the beautiful Mbakya.” said the vegetable maker while grimacing, as if it has no burden because it forces people to buy merchandise wrapped in sweet words.

Whatever, sir. According to what the vegetable maker said, than the money of five thousand can only one banana that is not too big. A breakfast of three bananas, which Mr. Hara says is rich in nutrients, seems to be enough to meet today.

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