Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

92. Rejecting Turbulence

...🌵When the heart is already vibrating, but logic wants to resist the growth of taste, evasion is the best way to resist turmoil.🌵...

Hara looked at the rearview mirror right and left, making sure the traffic behind was safe to start speeding. After his car mingled with another vehicle, he glanced to the left side for a moment while reaching out to turn down the volume of the radio. It seemed that Jenar was sitting with a frown, enough to make her feel guilty for the actions this morning.

“Use seatbealthnya!” exciting Hara. Already several times to drive Jenar, he so memorized if the girl always forget to wear a seat belt.

Jenar obeyed Hara's orders, wearing her seatbelt silently and without glancing one bit to the side. The girl picked up a book from her bag and started reading it. Hara catches Jenar's attitude as an attempt to dodge and that bothers her enough. He did not want this trip to be missed without talking to each other. It felt strange that along the way he did not hear the voice of Jenar.

“Tumben read books, usually njai?” Hara is not a person who likes to talk. Therefore, he often has trouble choosing the right questions to start a conversation.

“You just turn off the radio, if you are interrupted?” Jenar shook her head, without wanting to shift the focus away from reading the book. Anxious with the unconscious Hara has made it void, so it cannot fill the journey by reading the Qur'an.

Hara thought for a moment, looking for a topic that could catch Jenar's attention. An idea flashed, as he looked at the soto merchant cart by the roadside.

“Have breakfast yet? There's still time, we can mam-”

Hara could not continue the sentence, because Jenar cut it with a short answer, “I have breakfast.”

“If so stop by minimarket only, buy snacks or what? You definitely don't bring drinking water, do you?”

“If Mr. Hara wants to stop by, just turn around, no need to ask for my approval. Who drives, right, father himself.” Jenar said while turning the pages of the book.

“Yes, any time you object, pep straight to campus without stopping by.”

Apparently Hara was persistent in wanting to get the attention of the adorable girl who did not know the eyebrow pencil. His efforts succeeded, Jenar closed the book, then turned the eyeball. He is caught off guard by Hara's changing attitude, not as usual.

“Well! That Mr. Hara knows.” Jenar quipped.

Instead of stopping talking, Hara actually turned her head at a glance while asking innocently, “So you want to go straight to campus or stop by first?”

Jenar took a rough breath, “Pak Hara why, anyway?” Then he turned the body, facing Hara, “Pak Hara fired same Kak Reyfan, or Kyai Ali already got a new driver?”

“Ngak. I still remain Reyfan's right hand until this moment. What can he do without me? Kyai Ali also still need me if there is a schedule to fill the study in certain places. You mean what does asking like that?” Hara shook her head, pretending not to know the direction of Jenar's conversation.

Though he only wanted to fish for the girl to talk a lot. It seems quiet, but in fact this Jenar is the type that does not easily stop when you talk. Talking about any topic, he always responded with fun.

“Pak Hara realized not, anyway, if now so much talk? Like unemployment is again confused to do anything, to stalk me early in the morning. Mr Hara no longer has a job, huh?” cetus Jenar again changed the position facing forward.

Hara pointed at her own nose, “I? Much talk?”

Jenar nodded, “Not just a lot of talk, but so nosy too. Anyway Mr. Hara is not usually kayak.”

“Is that?” Hara glanced at a glance, then looked back at the crowded highway, “What's the matter? Are you bothered if I become a lot of talk and nosy?”

Jenar corrected the hijab, a spontaneous movement because she suddenly felt wrong to hear Hara's question. Because, Hara's tone implies attention as well as appreciation.

He glanced for a moment at Hara, then lowered his head while answering softly, “Not because it was disturbed, anyway. Just strange, because usually Pak Hara silent and ga-lak.” he deliberately paused the last word for fear of Hara offended.

“I'm fierce?” Hara did not expect, it turns out that all this time according to Jenar she was fierce. It's so curious in terms of which assessment it is, “Indeed I have scolded you?”

The genar raises the head, clenching the lips with the cheeks puffed up. He dared to look at Hara while nodding. There was a sense of worry in her heart, Hara would get angry if she answered honestly.

“Masa, anyway? When?” Hara frowned, remembering when she had scolded Jenar.

“Sorry, if I offend mr.” said Jenar hesitated.

Hara smiled slightly, stepping on the brake pedal because the traffic light was red. He nodded, no matter if Jenar wanted to say honesty, because he never felt scolded. His heart just felt moved, for a whole new life this time there is someone who thinks about his feelings. All this time no one ever cared, whether he was angry, sad, happy or disappointed even once.

“Try saying! When do I scold you, so you can say I am fierce.” Hara wanted to know how Jenar had judged her all along. What reason made her look fierce in the eyes of the girl.

“Ehm ...,” Jenar looks hesitant, but he decides to say that has long been stored, “First Mr. Hara temurin me, time out of the tomb of Mas Ghufron, the, because I don't want to wear my jacket. Both Mr. Hara was angry again when I ate at the house of Mbak Nabila, said my father greedy. Mr. Hara also angry me time at the rooftop cafe, because I want to go home alone by taxi. Time to go home from the eyes of the sky, also when I do not want to seek treatment, continues when I accidentally injure the forehead of the father. Even earlier if I did not come immediately, surely Mr. Hara was also angry, right?”

Hara turned her head, only briefly because she had to return to drive the car after the firelight changed its color to green. He turned the memory, it turned out that the attitude that he thought was ordinary all along, was received by another Jenar. It could be that other people, too, have a different acceptance of his attitude.

“Very often, yes, I am angry with you?” Not a question, but a statement.

“Newly aware, Sir?” Jenar glanced at Hara, while the one glimpsed only smiled wryly while remaining focused on driving.

“Thank you,” said Hara.

“Already made me aware, if all this time I was fierce.” replied Hara while smiling towards Jenar.

Although only a glance, but managed to make Jenar smile. The girl was relieved that Hara was not offended by her judgment. In his heart he hoped Hara would improve his attitude.

“Pak Hara why rarely smile?” Jenar wanted to know, because she saw Hara's flat facial expression more often.

“Because there is no reason to smile.” replied Hara.

Jenar smiled, already guessing Hara's answer must be very stiff. Of course not satisfying his curiosity.

“There's always a reason to smile, Mr Hara! For example, to greet friends, when passing people, or if you see something funny. Pak Hara's time did not want to smile at all, so?” Pulling up to move his hands, so enthusiastic.

Hara shook her head, “I have no friends, papasan the same people if you do not know why should you smile? Don't see anything funny either, so what's a smile for?”

“Yes, Alloh, Mr Hara! Very flat, really, life father? Just like a whiteboard, deh.” Jenar, anxious to hear Hara's words.

“What? Whiteboard?” Hara shook her head in disbelief Jenar said so.

Jenar nodded then exclaimed, “Iya, whiteboard. Udah flat, item again, gloomy!”

Hara was not angry, laughing at Jenar's reply. In his mind he imagined his face turning into a blackboard of antiquity. Jenar laughed too, but she herself spoke.

“Sial really, you want me whiteboard!” hara grumbled in the laughter.

Jenar holds her own stomach, “Funny, huh, sir? I myself said it, I also laugh.”

Both of them are open, it turns out that laughter can be contagious. As simple as it is to make others happy, you are also happy.

“Well! That's it, dong, sir.” Hara immediately stopped the laughter, glancing at Jenar while frowning.

“Tabassumuka fii wajhi akhika laka shodaqoh, your smile in front of your brother is alms. Mr. Hara must smile often, let the wrinkles on the forehead slightly reduced.” said Jenar read a hadith history of Muslim Imams.

Hara's reflex rubbed her forehead and felt a fine frown there. Deserve Jenar always called him by the designation ‘Pak’. Without realizing it he must have looked older than his actual age.

“Padahan Pak Hara if the smile looks younger, loh.”

Hara turned her head to make sure Jenar said, “Really?”

Jenar nodded, making Hara feel confident. He looked at Jenar for a moment while asking, “You like it when I smile.”

Jenar nodded again, but there was concern Hara misunderstood. Then he confirmed his attitude by saying, “I'd rather see Mr. Hara smile than get angry, cranky and fierce.”

Hara smiled wryly. Genar's answer was only a normal sentence, but there was hope implied in his heart. Although he knew, Jenar might not have the same taste towards him. Now, he must dampen the taste, resist the turmoil in the heart. In order not to let the buds flower, just get here and must be stored in the heart.

"Sir Hara hasn't answered my question yet." Jenar looked at Hara.

The one looked at turned his head and asked, "Which question?"

"Ehm ...," Jenar hesitantly continued, "Why did Mr. Hara follow me?"

"That-" Hara paused the answer, "I told you not to follow you. I was waiting for you."

Mangosteen tangar. It turned out that it was difficult to also make Hara confess her actions, even though it was very clear.

Jenar glanced at Hara who suddenly looked wrong. There is a presumption that appears in the heart, swaps slowly, envelops feelings. I don't know if Hara's motive was stalking her this morning.

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Hi, teman2. As usual, if there is no name on the top left, this story uses my point of view😁