YOU ARE MY PRIEST
YOU ARE MY PRIEST 6
His body is now restrained by a beloved bed, Hanum's shadow haunting him. His brain was full of the same person's face, the woman he saw this afternoon.
"Why does it feel like deket keeps the same hanum?". Inner Bagas
Different woman, that's Bagas's thinking at the moment. He is able to make himself jealous, an obscure jealousy. If compared, Hanum is not comparable to the former Bagas who are so beautiful and sexy. But love is on the other side. The girl had no advantages, she was just happy to stare at Hanum because of her round eyes and dense eyelashes. However, her small body, and not much talk that makes the girl as mysterious in front of her.
"Son, have dinner first," cried Bagas' mother's hoarse voice.
"Yes, Ma. Bagas down." His feet stood up from his bed, his steps weak. His mind was still filled with the mysterious girl.
"Tumben nurut, usually later."
"Ah, I'm hungry ma."
Clunting...
"Your phone has sms sis!" a small voice shouted beside him. The voice belonged to her sister, she was 11 years old. But he can't go to school. Because there are abnormalities in his body. Actually, it didn't interfere with his learning, but over time. He was ashamed, and he never left the house.
"Yes, I'll take the deck" said Bagas. He fell thinly on his sister. Bagas loved his brother very much, even loved him more than anything. However, it was as if that feeling had been changed ever since the mysterious girl had touched his heart.
"Oh yes ma, tomorrow rapotan up in 3rd grade. I'll introduce you to me."
"Whose name?"
"But ajalah, let him not be here."
...*****...
Morning has welcomed the creatures of the earth. Exposing the sunlight on Hanum's head, he smiled and watched his friend run to check on the teacher's room. This is the happiest thing, the class increase will be well received by the students. Hanum kept walking slowly, staring at every classroom door that was already filled with its owner.
"Word," called Hanum, and waved his hand to the Word. The man walked towards Hanum, his eyes began to narrow, sunlight started to hit on his head.
"Remain there? Heat," said Firman, his hands were still above his eyes to cover the rays of the sun.
"It's not hard, we're in 3rd grade" the girl explained. He began to step foot toward the man standing in the middle of the field, his hands also widened and closed his eyes in the sun.
"Oh yeah, I don't know, almost want to pass, too," added the man.
"Eh," the girl looked back, "Anum here," said the man at the end of the field. His hands were waving, he seemed to be with an adult woman.
"Yes, wait." Now Hanum drove towards the man, while Firman only followed the girl in front of him.
"Where?."
"Ma, this is my friend." A beautiful smile was thrown from the mother, Hanum just smiled gently while looking at the mother's eyeballs.
"Oh, what's your name?" He stretched out his hand, accompanied by a sincere smile.
"Hanum aunt."
"You can make your aunt's son change you," said Bagas' mother, now he chuckles to Hanum. Hanum smiled once more, meaning it was nice to meet him. Firman just smiled wryly, looking at his rival had now advanced a step from his place. Jealousy had smeared him, he would not lose a step after this.
...******...
Now the students have grasped a red ledger, containing writings and numbers during their schooling. This is what Hanum felt, he was so happy. Although only getting a ranking that he thinks has not been satisfactory, but he is very happy if the results are fruitful even though it is not balanced with his dreams. Unlike the typical Arab man, he had to take his report in the BK room with his mother. He often committed violations in his odd semester, so his report must be held in a special room.
Hanum ran small towards the Word, "How many rank are you?." He glanced at the report held by Hanum, how many seconds he shook his head, "Gatau." "ih, so curious," Hanum said, his eyes towards the report held by the man in front of him. "Num," he stared gently at the girl's two eyeballs, "Let's go to the park for a bit." Hanum can guess what Firman thinks, he knows very well about the man in front of him. "I go home first yes," said the man who had come out of his special room, yes it was Bagas. His hands waved them. Oh no! Not them, wave his hand to Hanum the girl he loves.
The Word looked cynically, jealousy was now present. Firman took the girl slowly, took her immediately to the car from her mother. There was no opening of the conversation in the car, the silence obtained by Hanum. Until he decided to lower the car glass, then show his oval face out. The garden, that's what's in the brain of the Word. No other election was so convenient for the Word than this place, although this was not what was exciting for Hanum. However, he was so relieved when his feelings were revealed in this park.
"Num" said the Word, his hands gently holding the hand of the girl beside him, "I want to talk to you." "Cilupba," he replied, there was no serious reply from the gaze of the Word. Firman just smiled sweetly, looking at the girl's round-cheek curl. "Num, later in the afternoon don't go anywhere," Pinta Firman, the girl just smiled sweetly and nodded slowly.
His determination was so unanimous, he would not mess with what he said. The girl looked at the rose, Word kept following her until she wanted to pluck the red flower and bloom it.
"You want me to buy it?."
Hanum shook his head, "No, it's okay."
"Yes, we're home, and we'll be here again." Hanum walked in front, while Firman followed the girl.
The girl got into her car, so did the Word. He immediately plugged the gas leaving the place. Hanum remained in his position, his head sticking out. The wind hit her tiny nose, a sweet smile painted on her face. The car stopped, Hanum looked at Firman who was removing his safety tie. His lips opened asking why he stopped, but the man had just walked out in the car without further ado. Hanum waited, and looked at the man's back. Word was in the flower shop, his hand was choosing the right flowers to buy. After the transaction was completed, the man returned to his handcar with a beautiful rose.
"What are these flowers doing?" Hanum looked at the beautiful flower, clearly his eyes wanted to expect the flower. "Kepo ah you," answered the Word, accompanied by a small laugh. Firman immediately took his seat, then drove the car to go home immediately. Many times Hanum glanced at the flower, but Firman just laughed proudly at the girl. How many minutes they were in the car, finally got home safely. Hanum was about to get out of the car, but Firman's hand was able to hold the girl's body.
"It's for you." Word gave her a bunch of roses she bought, a happy smile flashed across her face.
"really?"
"You likey?"
"Banget, thank you Firman" said Hanum, then came out with a bunch of flowers.
Word gets out of his car, he goes home to his ummah. Firman stepped firmly, "Mi," um just a glance at the child's mere puppet, "Word wants to talk." Ummi smiled warmly, then nodded slowly.
"I want to justify my view with hanum, Mi."
"are you sure?" tanya Umi, she assured her son's words.
"Yes, Umi. Firman sure. Tomorrow I'll work on my wedding with Hanum." Happiness appeared on the man's face.
"Later, Umi talked to Abi ya."
It was late afternoon, abi and Umi were well dressed. Now Firman and his parents are ready to come to Hanum's house. The trembling feeling was in the body of the Word, he could not hide this happiness.
"Assalammualaikum," greetings the Word, accompanied by knocking on the door.
"Waalaikumsalam, uh, Om, Auntie, Word," his eyes stared one by one in front of him, "Please enter."
"Tumben his parents are here?" Thought Hanum.
They decided to sit next to the white pot that Hanum had just bought. Firman stared at the pot that was beside him, he frowned. "Eh," Hanum turned to the Word "Not him, the flower that was yes," said Firman, while his index pointed towards the rose. "Fir," called Hanum, Word looked at the girl's bead. "Why are your parents here? Tumben," he added. The man only smiled shyly, he could not cover up this happy news. The heart of the Word is pumped so fast, "Hm, Num. Actually, my parents are here to propose to you." His eyes seemed to be in disbelief, "You're lying? Where is it possible."
...*****...
The two parents of Firman smiled with relief, they expected something positive for their son. "What's up? Tumben came here," asked Mama Hanum. The man, the abi from Firman stared at the bead of his future besi, "So, we came here. First to silahturahmi, the second, to ask Hanum to be the wife of Firman if they are already married." Bummer. That's what's on the mind of that one child woman. A difficult decision for him, his daughter was suddenly proposed.
The woman smiled sweetly, "I can't be sure yet. This all has to talk to Hanum first, hopefully what answers are given please receive." The couple looked at each other, the warm smile given by his wife made the man agree with what the woman said.
...*****...
The Word seemed to get quite unsatisfactory news, his eyes were soft and there was no hope anymore. Her ashes approached her first son, her hands tightly embracing her son, "Fir, you don't despair. It's not an answer yet, someday that answer will come." Umi just stared at the look on her son's face, "Patience, son." The Word replied with a smile, he understood what was happening. The man was expecting a strong yes from Hanum
Monday in the morning. The girl was already in the classroom, opening her little book checking on tasks she had not yet done.
"Eh, neng Anum," said a man who had just left for school.
"Assalammualaikum, Gas." The man put his bag in his favorite chair, "Waalaikumsalam."
"Greetings aside," Hanum explained, his eyes were still focused by the book in front of him. "yes."
Those hurried footsteps that Hanum heard, the knocking of the shoes and the floor was so loud that the girl narrowed her eyes slightly. "Hanum," said the Word, the sweat on his temple dripped away, "How did you answer?" Bagas looked at the man's eyeballs from the side. His mind worked, digesting the words that the man in front of him said. "Hmm," Hanum let out a rude sigh, "We're still in school, I can't think yet," his eyes looked at Firman quietly. Firman glanced the other way, then nodded, "Yes, I'm waiting for your answer." Curiosity gnawed at Bagas' body.
His head drew closer to Hanum, "You were shot at him?." Hanum tilted his lips, "No, yesterday my mother said she proposed to me."
"You know?."
"What?."
Bagas blew his breath, "I'm jealous."
The man walked away from the chair he was sitting in. His eyes seemed to be burning with anger, but he could hold it in front of the girl. Bagas leaned his body on the flagpole, now his face seemed to challenge someone so annoying if he looked at him. "Word," Shouted Bagas, he waved like a woman, "Come here."
Firman just turned his head without a word on his lips, the man who had the same height approached the man who was sitting staring at the flower at the end of the class. They were now facing each other, staring at the eagle of the man who wanted to snatch hers. Bagas lifted the collar of the Word's white uniform, his eyes filled with anger and so did the Word. Bagas' fist managed to land smoothly on the man's cheek, "What do you mean, proposed to Hanum?." Firman smiled obliquely, even though his cheek hurt from him, "I love him, why?" The second boxer had now escaped, "Bad! Hanum is mine, she's mine."
The students watched the action of the two men, they began to give many times punches and even kicks. "I love him too" cried Bagas, already punching him how many times he had given the man. "Don't you try to take her away from me." The pot throw was successfully hit by the fitting of the head of the Word. Bagas smiled wryly, looking at his enemy lying in front of him. Kick once more to satisfy his heart, "What do I have, what do I want. Never come near." The second kick is ready to slide. However stalled, the contested girl was in front of him.
"Away from her," Bagas gently pinta. However, the girl instead confronted the man not to launch his intention. "you what the hell is gas! He's my friend! Why did you beat him! What harm?." Angry Bagas became so. His eyes still looked at the girl who was now defending the cursed man.
...*****...
Now, the girl is accompanying the man who proposed to her yesterday. She did not love him at all, but this was solely for her friendly relationship.
"What are you doing?" Hanum now stared at the curvature of the Word.
"Ha-num" said the Word that is still stammering.
"I," the Word took a deep breath, "Your Men-love," said the man with a very stammer, his breath now irregular.
Hanum clasped tightly onto Firman's hand which was now beginning to weaken, the man deeply felt his head being bandaged by the man in the white suit. It's hard to open up, that's what the Word feels. His eyes seemed to concentrate how many tons in the lining of his eyes. He tried to open up, and looked at the girl in front of him. However, all nil.
...****************...
The beautiful woman was clearly reflected in the eyes of the Word, the sweet smile that she was very familiar with. His hand grabbed the girl's hand, his heart pounding so fiercely. Happiness enveloped him. "Sirman," called the girl, his eyes looking softly, "I'm sorry, I have to go." The man's tears just dripped, "Don't leave me. I really love you." But all is lost. I don't know where the girl went. It disappeared like a wind that blew for a moment without a trace.
...****************...
The man's eyes opened, Hanum smiled sweetly. How happy the girl was, looking at her best friend already conscious from her stupor. "Sirman, can I help you record all your work?" bargain beautiful woman sambari bring 3 written books in her hand. "No, let me." "You're still sick, if you think hard it's gonna hurt again." Firman smiles sweetly, while sweet Hanum records the tasks in class.
"Hanum" called the Word, his hand now touching Hanum's arm.
"Yes, what's wrong?."
"How did my proposal respond?." He looked at the Word so sweetly, his hand clinging to one of the cheeks of the Word. "Look, if we're a match. God willing we are found, when you mention my name and also my father in front of the ruler." They were staring at each other, staring meaningfully. That look won the heart of the Word.
...***...
A man has been waiting for his beloved girl outside the UKS. He thinks this is the most annoying thing he's ever met. Many times kicks were thrown at him, "False word!" swearing prianitu many times. His emotions are now unstable, he must rella see the girl he loves must take care of the son of a bitch until healed. It was not a beautiful sight for him, the more his eyes were fixed the more he was fed up with the show.
"Eh, Bagas." The man turned his head, a woman he was waiting for had come out. Now that his frozen smile had melted, his uncontrollable emotions were now shrinking.
"Gok, Num. Cankantin, you haven't eaten yet, have you?" Hanum just smiled shyly, "I want to talk to you too, Num."
...****...
His hand carried 2 bowls of his favorite food of the girl he loved, and his babes brought warm tea for the girl. Two bowls of meatballs and two glasses of warm tea were already in front of them. Soon Hanum ate it, he really liked meatballs. "By the way, did you accept the proposal?" The man's voice opened the conversation. However, Bagas' eyes were not fixed on Hanum's face. In contrast to the girl, looking at the man in front of her and eating her food. Hanum drinks warm tea, "Why ask?." Bagas raised his eyebrows, "I'm jealous?." Instantly, the girl lowered her head then stirred up the food in front of her. He felt his throat getting smaller, making it difficult to swallow something. "If I may, to jealous you. Maybe, every day a jealous speech, always in your ear."
"Then why are you jealous of me?."
"I, love you." Hanum stared in embarrassment, the declaration of love was clearly heard in his ears. What he was doing now became reality. "Will I take you home?" bargain Bagas, staring so gently at the girl he loved.
"I'm sorry, Gas. I'm with the Word." Idiotically. That's what's in Bagas' brain. The girl in front of him was not like his ex-girlfriend who immediately quickly said yes from all his words. She's a different girl.
...***...
The position of the Word was replaced by Hanum. He is not a reliable driver, but he has a hidden talent when driving a car. Just a matter of minutes, they were already in front of the house. Unlike the man who is now sitting next to him, he is careful in carrying a car. Hanum helps Firman to get out of the car, "Don't bother."
"Ah, don't take it."
"An aunt will help you, you go home."
"I'll help you" the girl argued. He immediately drew the hand of the Word onto his shoulder.
"My future wife. You just go home, you'll be exhausted," said Firman then stroked the hijab of all three. Hanum looked at him in shock, didn't he hear wrong?
