ZAHRA AKBAR'S

Seeking Certainty

At 02:00 noon

Clara was still asleep in her sleep. Bik Nani enters Clara's room with food in a tray. Wake up the girl he had cared for since childhood gently. Clara squirmed slowly, slowly she opened her eyes gathering the remnants of her consciousness.

"Feed it Non!" bik Nani.

Clara woke up with pain in her knee. He sat in bed.

Bik Nani advises Clara to wash her face but Clara refuses because her knees are still hard to make walking. Clara immediately ate the food her nanny brought. Since the morning Clara's stomach was not filled with rice, dikantin he only ordered meatballs. Bik Nani then came out of Clara's room.

Leaving Clara enjoying her meal.

Shortly thereafter Bik Nani returned with something grafted.

Bik Nani looks like she wants to put something on Clara's knee.

"That's what Bik?" ask Clara curiously.

"It's an herbal concoction from Fachri non, he said let non Clara's wounds dry."

"What is a Bik? lest Fachri give the herb ngawur, instead of recovering worse later."

"Fachri said this was from Non bidara leaves."

"The usual dress is ngusir jin ya Bik, on the show that usually bibik watch."

"Yes Non, it's Rukyah's show."

"Dikira Clara possessed what Bik, diobatin use bidara leaves. Call ustadz Danu, " grumbled Clara.

Bik Nani just chuckles at Clara's babble. Carefully he began to apply the potion on Clara's wounds.

"Oh bik, this is so painful." Clara grimaced in pain. "Fachri must have misstated this potion."

"Please hold non, the name is also herbal medicine. Let the spit heal."

"Think of this ancient time yes, now there are doctors, medicine is also widely pacotek." Clara grumbled in her heart.

Bik Nani continued to smear Clara's wounds until evenly distributed. Clara still seemed to be enduring the pain.

After finishing Clara wanted to ask Bik Nani something. Of course about what Siska said when fighting at school.

Bik Nani understood what Clara wanted to know, after hearing the narration from Clara. Bik Nani felt she had no right to tell about her employer's daughter's past. Let Mr. Steven himself tell his daughter.

Clara also asks why her mother does not love her, just as her mother loves her sister.

"Please Bik the same story Clara what Bibik knows all this time?" Clara pleaded solemnly, hoping to get the answer she wanted.

"Sorry Non Bibik doesn't know anything. And the origin of Non knows there is no mother who does not love her child. Miss Olivia also loves non Clara just maybe it's a different way."

Clara was only silent at the words of her nanny, making her even more clueless with her life path.

"Didn't Madam also give her name to Non Clara, so did Mr. Their name completes the name Non Clara. Bibik hopes Non throw away negative thoughts towards Madam."

Bik Nani then came out of Clara's room, leaving Clara still struggling with her mind and heart.

Loving. It seemed that the word was contrary to what he had felt all along. About her name also know, Clara Stevani Olivia, two words behind is a combination of the name of her father and mother.

It all felt confusing to Clara. He wanted to ask his father directly, but it felt like it would also be in vain. Clara often asked for an explanation but was not answered. What his father did was the same as Bik Nani who convinced himself that his mother loved him too.

Clara turned her mind around by opening the phone, there were some missed calls from Aldi and messages from unknown numbers. Clara was curious and opened the message.

Assalamu'alaikum Ara! How's things?

"This must be from Samuel" murmured Clara. Then he checked the profile picture of the sender of the message. A picture of Samuel with a man who felt familiar to Clara.

Clara did not bother, she assumed the number belonged to Samuel. This morning Samuel asked for his phone number.

Clara replied to the message.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, as you saw Sam"

Somewhat long Clara waited for a reply but never showed up. Finally Clara chose to lay back her body. Staring at the ceiling of his room with a blank look.

Without realizing it, Randi was lying next to him.

"Don't most nglamun Non, later the devil's welcome."

Clara was shocked. Looked at Randi. Randi just smiled.

"Lo tuch the demon. It makes me hang."

The mood was silent for a moment.

"Rand, don't you want to tell me something about myself? Since childhood, I am 5 years older than I am. You must know something when I don't know anything yet" said Clara.

"All I know is that non Clara is the youngest daughter of Mr. Steven and Mrs Olivia. 14 Years old. Tomboy girl who has a hobby of racing and watching action movies. Often waking up in the middle of the night hungry, unable to sleep again if not full," replied Randi casually although he knew that was not the answer that Clara wanted.

"Don't be silly Rand!" Feeling disappointed in his face, in vain he asked Randi.

"Just enjoy life now, don't look for anything uncertain. Or non Clara will disappoint master Steven because her own daughter doesn't believe him." Randi's tone now became serious. He got up and left Clara's room.

Clara could only snort in annoyance. Everyone at home is working together.

No one was on his side.

"Oh yes, there is still Siska who can give information" murmured Clara.

At least he still had a little hope.

Clara again grabbed her phone and checked for incoming messages. Samuel answered the message. Be Clara exchanging messages with Samuel and it can be a little comforting to her.

****

That afternoon Clara exited the room towards the back garden, When she passed Randi and Fachri, she looked indifferent and just passed by. Randi and Fachri stared at each other in surprise, Randi raising his shoulders a sign of not understanding.

They also return to work with their own college assignments.

Clara sat alone in the weaving, enjoying the afternoon air, hearing the chirping of birds returning to her lighthouse. Clara looked at the fish in the pool who was happily swimming around.

The breeze of the afternoon breeze made her feel calm and peaceful. Beautifully the wind wags the hair of Clara who was then scattered. Anyone who saw it would be hypnotized with the charm of Clara.

Clara took a slow breath. He wanted to leave his sadness in the wind to be carried away. Then change with happiness.

On the other hand Fachri without realizing it was watching Clara from inside. Clara's charm seemed to be able to thrill her soul. The only glass-walled room certainly makes the view outside look clear.

"Wooh, Ri!" tegur Randi's. " Not so often see non Clara"

" Astaghfirullohal 'adzyme!" Fachri stroked his chest in shock. "What the hell is Rand. I just saw the view outside." Fachri.

"No" answered Fachri briefly while playing his finger on the keyboard. Without looking at Randi.

"Mistake no mistake. . . !"

Fachri did not react he continued to focus on typing.

"Non Clara already has a boyfriend you know Ri, but it's not too late, said people before there was a blue tent standing in front of the house there is still a chance" continued Randi.

Fachri remained silent, not responding to Randi's temptation. Then he closed his laptop and left.

"Where's Ri?" ask Randi.

"Prepare to pray maghrib," replied Fachri as he passed.

Randi also rose up, he remembered Clara was still in the park. He then moved his foot towards Clara.

Clara closed her eyes and pressed her hands together in front of her chest. Just as Clara used to do at dusk began to paint her royal sky.

"What are you not asking for today?"

Clara opened her eyes and looked at Randi with a sharp look. His frustration with Randi was still left in his hands.

"Begging to be freed immediately from uncertain uncertainties."

After that Clara left Randi.

"Non's mad at me?" tanya Randi followed the steps of Clara who was still limping.

"Gue isn't angry but I'm disappointed in you, too" Clara replied in a stark tone.

Randi fell silent and stopped his steps. He saw the girl who had been his friend since childhood. There's guilt in Randi. But he can't do anything without Mr. Steven's permission.

Clara heads to the kitchen to get a bottle and then sits in the living room playing her phone.

Azan had been reverberating all the inhabitants of the house to the family musholla.

"Yuk non maghriban first!" invite Siti Mbak.

"Mbak just go first. Clara's knee still hurts" Clara said without looking at the person who asked her to speak.

Maya elbowed Siti while glaring and gestured to leave soon, as Maya knew Clara's mood was bad.

When everyone was out of the mosque, Fachri was heard teaching. Clara listened carefully.

A little while later Clara headed towards the mushola standing on the doorstep watching Fachri. It turns out that Fachri's melodious voice is able to move the heart of a Clara.

"You want to join nsai Non?" fachri said as he finished his reading and saw Clara.

"No" Clara answered briefly. Then Fachri stood up to Clara, of course by keeping his distance.

"But it can pay Non,"

"Just read Al Fatihah doang."

"If you want to learn together with Randi."

"Other times. Read what letter?"ask Clara

"Sura An Najm, which means star. Letter to 53 juz 27" replied Fachri.

"So the last verses were like a-zi-fa." Clara's voice sounded a bit stiff saying it.

"Maybe the non-intent of Azifatil Aazifah."

"Yes that. Nice verses. You know what that means?" clara asked a little awkwardly.

"That means that the near (day of Resurrection) is drawing nearer. The day of the Resurrection is the day of the fall of the polytheists. Those who despise and laugh at the Qur'an."

Fachri was silent for a moment watching Clara who was listening to his sentence.

"More or less like that, it doesn't mean. I am still learning too. Not too understand the interpretation of the Qur'an," continued Fachri.

Clara and Fachri were both speechless, awkwardness enveloping the two.

The situation became silent for a moment until the arrival of Randi.

"Why are you two here? PDKT again huh? it's definitely." Randi who just came directly nyerocos.

"Sokay you know!" clara said, who then left.

"Why Ri?"

"No idea." Fachri also passed away.

"Tumben they are both weird tones today," muttered Randi alone.

Fachri returned to his room, continuing the delayed task. Fachri wrote something on the sidelines of his assignment.

 

Loving the Mudlori's Fiil'

Love that Fiil Amar

Don't love that Nahi Fiil

But do not consider love as a soul

Love is the language of Qalbu

Fachri smiled to himself in his room, not knowing what he was thinking. His hands were writing something that he thought was ridiculous. Fachri also put the scribbles into the drawer. Rubbing his face and beristighfar. Then continue his legacy.

Meanwhile, Clara who was in her room struggled with schoolwork. The acceleration class he took made him have a lot of PR. But for Clara, it wasn't difficult.

Before going to bed Bik Nani told her son to treat Clara's wounds like he did last afternoon. Randi came to Clara's room.

"Well, why are you here?" clara asked with a faint tone.

"Jutek is very Non!" Randi was sitting next to Clara who was leaning on the side of her bed. "I was told to make this shit." While showing what he brought to Clara.

Clara was silent as Randi began to treat her injuries. So did Randi who did not dare to disturb Clara.

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