Trapped in the Love of the Past
Trapped in the Love of the Past
The noise of the canteen during the break became a common sight in the front room of the locker.
Then - tares PT employees bring a tray containing food from the canteen stall to a large table in orange. The long table was arranged in rows - rows.
There were dozens of them in this large-sized canteen. Each table has enough chairs to accommodate 12 people. Tinkling cutlery collided with an earthy stainless tray, accompanied by occasional laughter. Joking to take off tired things for a moment.
"Your husband's candidate is Batam or Jakarta Nis?"
I asked carefully after finishing food on the tray.
"Not, but East Java. Just like you."
Nisa grimaced small.
Uhuk!!
Suddenly I was drinking choked to hear Nisa's words. Mineral water spewed from my mouth. Fortunately, I didn't hit the table.
"Why Lil?"
"Oh.it's like there's something different about the taste of the water."
I had to lie.
Nisa nodded while devouring the remaining pieces of watermelon.
It turns out that Nisa's future husband came from East Java. Don't - don't be the same person as that guy.
"Ehm.means later you brought dong there."
I asked a little bit.
"No.khan he's here, if he's there how can I taaruf Non."
"Lho said he was an orphan?"
I asked while throwing my face, looking around the canteen. Purposefully. So that he doesn't know how nervous I am right now.
"Yes, but since 3 months ago he went to Batam, working in Kabil. But he often saw Ustad Bahrul in Nurul Islam. That's why it can be compared to me, so you know the story."
Obviously at length.
"It's true if invited najai do not want, how to know can meet a soul mate like me.ha.ha.ha.ha.."
"Ish.be ashamed I'm the same ukhti - the big hijab, and the gini thugs."
My words grinned.
"Yee.ngapain shame, khan for good. Shame on that please."
"Emang elu together with the same salary as your future husband."
"No, if he pays him a night. If I'm khan afternoon."
I'm a mangosteen - a mangosteen.
"Eh you'll go to my boarding house, help me pack he.he.."
"Whoever. Origin treated meatballs warung corner."
"Yeahahh.. "
And after that we were the same - equally chuckling. Then drown in conversations about the issues that develop in this company.
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This afternoon, after work I rushed to Nisa's boarding house. Helps to pack goods brought to Jakarta. The wedding will be held in her village in 5 days. The girl who has been my best friend since 2 years ago will fly to the capital tonight.
Meanwhile, according to the woman, her future husband will fly to Surabaya in 3 days. Because he is a new employee at the company where he works, his leave is limited.
The day went by the night when I said goodbye from Nisa's boarding house. Looking for the services of an ojek to take me to the mosque where my best friend used to teach me to find answers to this curiosity. Who knows, you might meet her future husband. He said today the man will teach at the mosque as usual. I just want to make sure if Nisa's husband-to-be named Azzam was my first love in college.
Arriving at the mosque courtyard I immediately walked towards the canteen in front of this building. It just so happened that this time again I was unable to pray, so I decided to do a reconnaissance in the mosque canteen which was quite open.
From this canteen can freely see people who enter the mosque. Immediately I ordered a bowl of soto medan and tea screwdriver. I sat down for the fruitful food while observing the passing of the men who entered the mosque. But invisible Azzamku. Ah, is it true that Nisa's Azzam is not my past man.
The clock on the phone shows at 21:00. I've been here 3 hours. But I didn't find the figure I was looking for. Probably true, it's just a coincidence that their names are the same.
I immediately left the canteen. Find an opang to drive back to the boarding house.
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The sun in the western horizon turned red as I walked down the paved streets in the industrial area where I worked. I intended to buy bath soap and detergent that happened to have run out in the minimarket area. It only takes a few meters to get to that place.
I slowly opened the door to the minimarket. Welcome remarks are given uniformed cashiers when they see customers coming in. I stepped onto the shelf where the soap and detergent were. Take as many as necessary then step back to the cashier.
After paying, immediately rushed to the mosque because soon the azan reverberated. I decided to go back to look for the man at the mosque, where Nisa's future husband taught me. In the hope that I can get answers to the questions that plunge the heart.
After performing the congregational maghrib prayer, fold the mukena and put it in a small backpack. Then tidying up the head covering hijab. The hunger made me step into the front canteen of the mosque. Not long after I've eaten the mixed rice I ordered.
"Mas, rice mix one nggih!"
I was so jolted when I heard the screams of the man who had just ordered the food.
"Az.zam." I muttered.
My heart felt like it was breaking to see the man standing at the door of the canteen.
My breaths. My heart beats unbecoming. Wrong attitude. What I should do. Should I call him?
"D.zam..!"
I screamed heart-heart with a trembling voice.
The owner of the name turned to me.
His face frowned like I was making sure of myself. I saw the man walking closer.
In the dimness I could see his face which was now not up to 2 meters in front.
"Yes Ma'am?"
"I'm sorry, wrong guy."
Ah, apparently I was wrong. Lucky things are still quiet. It's just me and him. So it's not so shameful.
The man immediately left when he found out I called him wrong. God, I was wrong. His voice sounds so similar. Is this just a hallucination because I was so hoping to meet the figure of Azam. Just to confirm the name on Nisa's invitation.
Maybe it's just their names that are the same.
The proof is that I did not meet with my Azzam after two days of waiting in this canteen. I finally left this canteen with a slightly relieved heart.
'Yes right, just the same name' Entertain me in my heart.
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"Lil, I'll go with you to Nisa's."
Myra said as she approached my desk.
"Okay, thanks."
"Ok, it will be immediately at 5 o'clock so don't be late."
"Ready!"
Today is the day Nisa returns to Batam. She held a small thanksgiving - smallness in the rented house she rented with her husband. They invite friends - department friends to come to the house as well as an introduction with Nisa's husband.
The clock showed me at 5:05 when I was in my mother's car. The woman with such hair then drove her iron horse towards Nisa's rented house. After about 30 minutes of travel, we finally got there.
I saw that many friends had gathered there. They are enjoying the food.
"Where's nisa?"
I asked Andi, a friend.
"That's again in the back, taking another snack."
"Oh.."
I then took a seat on the terrace, next to Andi and Ma'am Myra. Enjoy a steamed sponge on the plate while listening to the guests' jest.
"eehh..Kalila finally came."
Nisa Exclamation.
"Congratulations Nis, it's easy - hopefully always."
I shook his hand and then exchanged a cipiki.
"Yes yes.know my husband, Mas..!"
Nisa called her husband who was still in the living room.
"Yes Deck.."
There was an answer among the noise of the guests.
"Here you know, this is Nisa's best friend. Her name is Kalila."
The girl said cheerfully to her husband's hand.
Now I can see clearly the man's face.
Bruk!!
Suddenly, this body feels good. I'm tumbling.
Faint - faint I heard a voice that I so longed for in the ear.
"Calilla.. Kalla.."
Seriate
