Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

91. Taste in the Heart 2

🍁When love greets, attitudes and brains often cannot be compromised. For the sake of the one who reigns in the heart, the rational mind is ignored.🍁

Hara's.

I leaned back, folding my hands. Squeeze the jacket, to ward off the invading cold. I deliberately hardened the volume of the radio, so that the crisp sound of the announcer could reduce the quiet.

Dimas-dijeng! I still faithfully accompany this misty morning with nostalgic songs of the 80s.

I switched radio channels, looking for something better to hear. It's too early to hear the old-fashioned song. The dangdut song sounded, when I found a channel. Soon I replaced it again. It turned out that some radio channels did not match my wishes. Most of them play music that is not my taste.

The listener! You don't, anyway? Cold mornings like this are good to coffee, or even some are still cut-off? Come on, spirit, dong! Indonesia does not need lazy people!

Nah! Like this should be the radio announcer in the morning, burning the spirits of his listeners.

Who wants to send greetings or song requests, yes! I am still waiting at 0821-7979-2121. Someone has entered, yes! I read it first, yes!

From Kak Galih his greetings to Dek Rima, the spirit of the morning future angel of my paradise. Wizuh! Sweet greeting, Rima must be klepek-klepek early in the morning can greet like this.

Next there is Ma'am Iza, send greetings to my beloved husband who has gone to work. The spirit of my living warrior, do’ I am with you. Whoa! This is a sample of Soleha's wife, yes. Her husband's work is discouraged, dido’ain anyway.

There's another sister Ade, would like to send greetings to Ismi .. This morning I've had four healthy breakfast five perfect, because I know longing you need a lot of nutrition. Whoa! Lots of sweet this morning, huh? Foggy weather effect or how is this? Half of this has been a lot of flabby out, afraid not to dry times, huh?

The radio announcer laughed, making me amused to hear it. It turns out there are still events sending greetings via radio in this sophisticated era. Just like in the past, there are no gadgets. Listen to the radio while expecting someone to leave greetings and request love songs from someone.

Let's listen to the song first, yeah! This is a request from Kak Galih, make Dek Rima. Lewis Capaldi Someone You Loved. Happy listening, and staytune with me here.

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

I need someone to heal

Somebody to know

Somebody to have

Somebody to hold

It's easy to say

But it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbered all the pain 

Half an hour later, I sat quietly in the car that I deliberately parked at the end of Kartini road, the direction to jl. F.X Suhaji's. From here, I can freely observe the traffic of the road leading towards Yogya. Also the atmosphere in front of the Sector Police station, which is crowded with public transport waiters. 30 minutes is boring because what I wait is not yet visible.

Yeah, I was waiting for someone who managed to make me sleep less well last night. So that I willingly penetrate the cold misty morning to get an information. Maybe I'm crazy enough to do something beyond common sense. He managed to get my mind screwed up these few days.

Jenar did nothing to me. Our interactions are also normal, just more often than usual. His attitude is strong, but too fragile because it has trauma. He who always seems independent, when in fact he is not able to solve his own problems. The joy shown to close the shortcomings, managed to make me always want to be the first to help him. Jenar made my life worthwhile because she allowed me to do anything for her.

Slowly the thick fog began to unravel, as the sun rose from the eastern horizon. The people waiting for the bus were getting crowded. Someone is going, someone is coming. From the rearview mirror, I saw a girl wearing a dark blue robe, walking hurriedly. He stood on the sidewalk looking to the right, like he was waiting for someone. I wonder, what kind of friends give me a ride every day?

I was watching his movements, so as not to be cheated. Free to bother waiting long since the morning blind, if you missed can not know who he went with. I was crazy, stalking him like this. Can't it be true what Mas Akmal said, if I'm in love? Holy hooch! So laughable.

A few minutes passed, Jenar was still standing in the same place. It seemed like he was getting restless, appearing to occasionally look at a cell phone. Then look back to the old direction of the vehicle. Many buses stopped in front of him, but Jenar did not ride. It seems it is true that he was waiting for a ride mas-mas mentioned by Mbak Sayumi. I became more curious, what their faces were like, so Jenar willingly waited a long time. Until I don't want to take it anymore.

A large bus stopped in front of Jenar. People scrambled up, but Jenar remained silent on the spot. The girl shook her head as the conductor waved her hand, then turned to the left. He seemed to be observing something, not-don't be aware of my existence? Until the bus passed, he was still staring in the same direction, causing me to panic. Could have failed all plans if he knew, I was watching him.

I saw Jenar playing a cell phone, like she was typing something. Two seconds later, the phone in my shirt pocket vibrated. I spontaneously picked it up by still watching Jenar from the rearview mirror. I really don't want to lose track of unlocking the secret of who drives him to college every day.

At first glance I saw the phone screen, surprised because the name of Jenar listed. Spontaneously I stared at the rearview mirror, about to check on the whereabouts of the girl. However, it turns out that the place where Jenar stood has been replaced by a man wearing a black peci. Where the hell is he? Has the ride arrived yet? Why go so fast.

I was thinking for a moment, whether to pick up the phone or not. Though a little hesitant, I decided to shift the green button. Want to know also, why Jenar called.

“Halo!” sapaku started connecting to the phone.

[Hello! Where is Mr Hara?] asked Jenar with a tone that sounded thin.

“Sa-ya, a-ku .. sa-ya ... at home.” This is why my tongue is so difficult to talk, huh? Just answering questions like that should be obvious.

[Lying!] jendar. I was just about to talk, but he had already charged first.

[Pak Hara was told to follow me with Brother Neesha or Sister Reyfan? Or even the father who asked?]

I don't know why Jenar talks like that, but wanting to answer her tongue is ridiculous. So I chose silence, thinking of the right answer to his question.

[Thank you if you just look from afar, sir. Why not nyamperin?]

“I didn't follow you.” I tried to talk well.

[Still wanting to cringe, when it is clearly visible. Mr. Hara does not lie!] sarcasm is also the speech of Jenar, surely he already knew I was here.

Unsatisfied watching from the rearview mirror, I looked up from the open window. In order to see more clearly where Genar was standing, just in case he was there. However, what is seen is only foreigners whose numbers are dwindling. A little bit of security, because my trump is unproven.

Spontaneously I pulled my head, when I heard a knock on the left side window. A sense of security that could be lodged, destroyed instantly. I closed my eyes while breathing out. Then I rubbed a rough face, looking at the girl who had suddenly been standing next to the car.

I lowered the window so he would stop knocking. How do I not know since when Jenar was there? It was fitting that he said I was lying, apparently because he already knew where I was.

“Pak Hara stay in car now?” Jenar asked after turning off the phone.

“You mean?” I frowned, not knowing what he was asking.

I snorted, Jenar was very smart to point out the mistake. He leaned over a bit, brought his head closer to the window.

“Who told Mr Hara?”

I shook my head, answered the accusatory question, “No.”

“So Mr Hara deliberately took the initiative to stalk me because what?”

“I'm not stalking you, don't worry! I'm waiting for a friend who wants to come, afraid of going rough.”

Jenar straightened up, folded her hands while grumbling, “Reason! What's so exciting about me, sir?"

“What did you say?” I don't accept being accused, even if it's true. Because, the sentence that Genar said sounded disparaging.

“Aduh!” Genar looks to close his mouth, then throw a rough breath. He grumbled again, this time in a high tone, “Turn the bus, nih! Because of Mr. Hara, I missed Mas San.”

I looked down at the road, there were several vehicles passing by. However, the most obvious is an inter-city bus that passes quickly. I was just about to ask, but Jenar had already turned around, about to pass. Immediately I got out of the car, walked around to block him.

“Wait, Jen!” my sergeant when he gets in front of him.

“Pak Hara want what? I missed one bus. If you miss again, I can be late until campus.” said Jenar ketus.

“You are waiting for the bus, or a friend who loves the bus?” I finally asked without further ado. It's wet, let it be clear.

“Pak Hara said what, anyway? Since when have I been friends? After all, none of my friends left here, sir!” jenar replied, but not necessarily satisfying my curiosity.

“Do not lie! Who brings you to campus every day?”

Jenar shook her head, then pointed at my chest, “Who's lying, sir? No one has ever taken me from here to campus except Mr. Hara himself.”

I was fixated on hearing his words, to let Jenar pass by. Maybe I had misunderstood him? Then who is the mas-mas whose name he was yesterday called, also by Mba Sayumi. To satisfy the curiosity, I immediately drew awareness. Half-running I approached Jenar who was waiting for her turn to get on the bus with people. I hurried to pull his hand, before it was his turn to take the bus.

“What else, anyway, sir? I want to take this bus.” I tightened the grip on her hand, as she tried to break away.

“Yesterday you said there is a mas-mas that every day you cantebengan.” I saw Jenar frowning, “What's her name? San, Han or whatever it is.”

I struggled to dampen the sense of prestige to ask directly about the thing that made me hard to sleep last night. Not the answer I got, Jenar just laughed out loud while covering her mouth with a palm.

“Means Mr Hara Mas Han, San, Rama equals Mas Ragil?” Jenar guessed after stopping the laughter, “Ah! There's more, sir. Single Mas, Ivory Mas.”

“Bot a lot, anyway? Yesterday's feeling was not that much as you mentioned.” I became inflamed because the name of mas-mas mentioned by Jenar increased.

“It's not complete yet, sir. There's more, but I don't know his name. Only the ones I ride often have memorized.”

“Tadi said no one ever gave me a ride, now how is it different again? Those are all the names of the people who gave you a ride?”

Jenar laughed again, “I didn't say that, sir. I said there was never a cane, but if the ride alhamdulillah always there.”

“What's the bike?” more confused with the sentence of the Genar circling, very complicated.

“Yes, Sir. If nebeng is free, if hitchhiking we have to pay. Because, have used public transportation services, it means having to pay.” explained Jenar.

“So every day you pay people who love you a ride?” I have to get the answer completely.

“Yes, that. Time not paid? Can be scolded by the driver of the same kernet if every day I do not pay.” I frowned deeply, getting dizzy with his explanation.

“Tuh, right! I missed Mas Rama again. Mr. Hara, anyway, use a no-no. After this long must be Mas Ragil.” Genar grumbled while forcibly pulling his hand out of my grasp.

“It was, right, bus?” I asked as if it were just for myself.

“Indeed the bus, Mr. Hara thought ... If not the bus, who else would have given me a ride?” Jenar pointed to the direction of the bus which is now only visible behind it, “Mas Ramayana. That was already past there was Mas Handoyo and Mas Ragil. There was a Single Pitch. If it's early hours, I have to wait for Mas Santoso or Mas Gading Indah through.”

Ow hell! It turns out that I was wrong to think, I was ashamed. If I could, I'd like to turn small and bury myself in the ground. It turned out that all Genar mentioned was the name of the bus, not the name of the mas-mas. Holy hooch! So I'm suspicious of the bus?

Slowly I pulled his hand while saying, “I just take it with me so as not to be late. Than waiting for a bus whose name looks like mas-mas is old."

"Ih! Mr. Hara what the hell, hold-hold!" Jenar flicked my hand, making me surprised that she was bluffing, "My Wudlu is void, right?"

"Udah held from earlier, his anger is only now." I tried to take her hand again, but Jenar hid her two hands behind her back.

"Sir Hara!" it screamed, making me snort. So expensive selling! Don't know yet if I can get any girl to turn herself in.

"Let's come!" I brought my face closer, whispering in his ear, "Aren't you ashamed to see so many people?"

Jenar looked around, then gave a sharp look at me. Highlight the crystal-clear eyes that are able to corner anyone. It was that look that made me always want to look at him. I slowly pulled his hand, clasping tightly so that he could not make a revolt. It is easy to lose the mentality of the Genar who is always overthinking. Just to make him insecure with the views of people around, then he must have sought refuge. I like that.

Jenar did not refuse as I led her towards the car. There is relief in the heart, because of the curiosity that has been treated. Despite changing the singing heart, feel the warm flow of blood from the palm of Jenar's hand. All my life, this is the softest hand I've ever touched and I'm not going to let this hand slip out of my hand.

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Connect ....

Hayo! Can anyone guess, Hara actually bring Jenar to campus or even turn to the hotel? Or to take them back to Jakarta? Distance, huh? 😉 Yesterday the dreaded Hara nguntit Jenar .. 100 for sister. I think it looks at the outline. 😂 Looking forward next, yes. Progress on what will happen.