Trapped in Love Duda

Trapped Love Duda 15

Okay, next time we come by your house. " Say Mila

We finally went home to each other.

Thank God they accepted me well.

I got home, Grandma greeted me at the door.

" Assalamu'alaikum hospital.." I kissed my grandmother's cheek.

" Waalaikumsalam, is it fun not?" Grandma seemed impatiently waiting for my answer.

" You know what?" I teased grandma.

" Yes if you don't want to share your story with grandma." Grandma was leaving me.

" Mr. Don't be angry. Today was a pleasant day, Grandma, all the teachers accepted me and welcomed me very well."

There seems to be happiness in the wrinkled face of grandma.

" Thank God. Eat immediately and continue to pray. Don't forget to pray for your parents!"

" Well ready, grandma!"

I went into the room to change clothes.

Eat and then pray.

***

This afternoon I was sitting on the porch with my grandmother. Shortly heard the sound of the adhan from the mosque not far from the grandmother's house.

" What a good sound, Grandma?"

" Oh that, that must be the Amal who is making the Adhan." Answer grandma.

As soon as I shut my mouth.

" You're surprised? He is a graduate of pesantren and has become a driver of the Qur'an." Grandma again.

" Don't you mean Grandma, Amal teacher huh?"

Grandma just nodded.

Mas Amal is a hafiz of the Qur'an. Why would he serve here?

I'm a little interested in knowing Amal's mass background.

" He became a njai teacher as well. Many students. Even from the neighboring village to teach with Amal." Grandma again explained about Amal.

Amal cuek with women. Religious science is high. Unlike Andre who looks flirtatious.

I laughed to myself for assuming badly to Andre.

***

My days are a little more colorful. I started a lot of friends. I also started a youth mosque. I just realized life in the village was fun.

The children I teach are always friendly to me

Every time I meet you, I always say hello.

I remember my mother, if she was still there I would force her not to go back to Jakarta again. I'll take my mom to stay here. It's worth papa more often here under the pretext of taking care of the garden.

Every afternoon I always see Amal traveling with a girl who is approximately if I estimate her age of about nine months. But the boy's face was always covered in a hat

Who her? Is child? Or brother. I'm getting curious about Amal's personal life.

This afternoon I was sweeping the yard. Looks like a middle-aged mother is holding her fussy child. He persuaded his son by showing the animals around, but the child was still fussy.

I approached the mother, "His son why fuss buk?"

" Eh son Zahra, this is where his ashes go."

How does this mother know my name? Oh maybe from the kids around here murmured me inwardly.

" Here's my buk trying to carry." I took the boy from his mother's gurgle.

" Hey dear... pretty boy... sweet boy..what's his name?" I'm trying to get this baby to talk.

Miraculously this baby fell silent from crying. Even now smiling looks at me.

" Oh Allah... Very funny darling.sister gemes loh.." My words make this baby laugh cheerfully.

" Whose name is ma'am?" I asked my mother who was sitting on the grass. He was sucking sweat on his face. Maybe he was tired of facing a beautiful baby who was fussy earlier.

" His name is Zuwita nak." Mom was slow.

While this baby is still looking at me cheerfully.

" If I may take it to the house, ma'am, I'll take you to my mother's house later in the afternoon." I said doubt.

" Is it really Zahra?"

" Yes buk, so mom can rest.” I replied sincerely.

" My house painted yellow at the end of the alley there yes son, or later the papa I will tell you to pick it up."

" Okay buk."

I'm taking this cute baby home to Grandma's.

" Whose baby?" Ask grandma compact together.

" Oh.." That's just a response from Lidya's grandmother and aunt.

Furthermore, Lidya and I have scrambled to invite this beautiful baby to be carried and invited to laugh with us.

" Young.ma-ma..."

"And he can talk!"

I don't know why I'm so fond of this baby, and so is Aunt Lidya.

It's late afternoon, I leave Zuwita to Aunt Lidya. I'm gonna take a quick shower before I take Zuwita home.

But how surprised I was, when I was ready to take a shower did not even find Zuwita.

" Where is zuwitanya tan?"

" Uda was picked up by her father." Answer aunt Lidya while playing her mobile phone.

I walked out, hoping I could still see Zuwita's father. But outside, there is no one.

**********

Tonight is Sunday night, the atmosphere outside is very crowded.

While I was busy playing mobile phones, I heard the roar of a motorbike that stopped in front of my grandmother's house.

Who's coming? I walked towards the window, peeking out from behind the horden.

Andre Mas? Tumben once he came to my house.

I'm sitting on the bed. Ever since my love ran aground with Erik's mas, I've been traumatized to be close to a man. And indeed Andre and Erik are different, but somehow there are doubts.

" Don't you?"

" Yes tan." I opened the door.

" Outside someone else, you made a promise to you?" Ask aunt kepo.

I shook my head, "no tan promises."

" Meet gih!"

I'm nodding. Cut yourself in the mirror. Just light makeup. I went out to meet Andre in the guest room.

" Hey, why don't you tell me you want to come to Zahra's house?" I opened the conversation so as not to be quiet.

" Surprise..." Said cheerfully.

His bustling attitude always managed to make aki laugh.

" Yuk road, just eating meatballs." Bring again.

" Pamit used to be the same grandma."

And Andre finally said goodbye.

We arrived at a jumbo meatball.

The stall is simple, but it looks neat. His seat was so attractive. One thing I like, this meatball stall is so clean. It's fast so crowded.

We're sitting in an area near the park, "what do you want to order Zah?"

" Next to me."

Finally mas Andre ordered two bowls of meatball chicken noodles and two glasses of sweet iced tea. While waiting for our order we chatted. Starting from family to ideals and love.

" It's hard to have a boyfriend?"

" Uhukk..." Andre's question made me choke.

" Drink!" Andre gave me some sweet iced tea.

After I calmed down a bit, "why choke? Remember your boyfriend?" Ask Andre curiously.

" I don't have a boyfriend." I'm trying to be honest with Andre.

" Thank God..." There is a happy face that emanated from Andre mas.

" So free dong?" Ask Andre again.

" Please eat..." Our order has arrived.

And I did not respond to Andre's remarks and immediately switched the other conversation.

" Am mas, you're a real person here?"

" I'm a monitor here. My parents live in Dalu-dalu."

"Oh... Far away, mas?" Ask again.

" It's about 5 hours from here. Wanna play there? Later if I go home, I invite you all to know my family."

" What the hell is mas. I'm just asking." I was confused because Andre took my words seriously.

While being engrossed in enjoying a bowl of meatball chicken noodles, from a distance I saw Mila, it seemed like she wanted to enjoy meatball chicken noodles as well.

I waved at the mila, but there was no warm welcome from Mila. He just smiled and didn't see me at all.

What's wrong with her? Is Mila jealous I'm close to Andre's mas?