Zia's Love Story
Chapter 7 Following Marriage
Opening's starting. “Singing the Anthem of Indonesia Raya. Ladies and gentlemen please stand up!” Said the host followed by all the attendees standing from their respective seats.
There is a sense of groggy in the heart when leading the song Indonesia Raya. All the participants' eyes were on me. No exception Deni who kept looking at me with a different highlight. But my heart is as mediocre as any new friend.
”Let us sing Indonesia Raya song starting after the count of three. Indonesia my homeland... one two three.” My words while leading the song became the conductor in front of all the participants and invited guests.
My gaze circulated around the room while watching the faces of the participants. At first glance my mouth is open even without sound on certain lyrics at the beginning of the song. Inadvertently my gaze was fixed on Deni who was in the middle of the participants.
Deni looked with a look of admiration as if he did not believe that I was capable of being a conductor. Or maybe just my guess. I'm the one who feels PD maybe. Hahaha, in my heart I said to myself. I turned my gaze to the others while continuing to lead the song. Finally, solemnly, all the participants and invited guests sang the song until it was finished.
I returned to my original seat which was a different row with Deni. He sat in the other row at the very back. I sat in the second row according to the name and origin of our respective campuses as the committee has made.
After the opening event according to the schedule ishoma event (rest, prayer, eating). At that time the clock showed at 12.10 WIB, we simultaneously rushed to the dining room that had been provided by the committee and the hotel. At lunch we continued the event to meet us with other participants who had not been acquainted earlier. Including me who met my roommate. He came when I was about to go into the room for the first time to put my luggage in.
We hurriedly just put down the luggage as the opening event was about to start. Still changing names. So we continued at lunch. When we entered the room we agreed to put our shoes near the door, so that the room was clean. Of course, it also remains sacred for us to pray.
“Hai, my name is Rahayu Pangestu,” he said as he reached out in front of the room earlier.
“I Fauzia Natasya, we room ya?” My answer.
“Iya, let's go in the built-in and go directly to the meeting room!” Legally.
The memory of that brief conversation was still clearly recorded in my head. When we had lunch, we sat at the same table after taking the lunch menu as we wanted. He started to tell me his home address. I also told him when he asked me the same thing. We also told him what the trip was.
I don't think lunch is over. We decided to go back to the room and rest. Of course I will perform Dhuhur prayer. As per our agreement, the footwear we put near the entrance. There are two separate beds in the room. He chose the bed by the window when he put his bag, so I went to the bed near the bathroom.
I rushed into the bathroom because I felt like urinating. When entering the bathroom, there are two mini toothpastes and their teeth. Hmm.. know gini I don't need to bring toiletries, hehehe. There are two towels and two headgear in the bathroom. No bathtub or dipper. There is only one shower and sink and a sitting closet. Wah. ngalamat can not be fresh nih mandinya, familiar in the village with a bathtub and dipper so that it can jibar jibur, hehehe.
As a Muslim, after taking ablution water under the shower I pray solemnly. Don't forget I'm looking for directions to the Qibla in the room. When I asked Ayu she said she didn't pray. Yes, I thought he was praying.
After the break we rushed back to the meeting room and when we entered, the table that had been lined up and lined up was transformed into a U shape. So that we can all look at the other participants' friends. Even though I'm rooming with Ayu, but we're sitting far apart.
On the table we have emblazoned the name and origin of our campus. I read one by one the names I could see. While waiting for the presenter we are still getting acquainted further. My eyes were wide open while reading from the Ayu campus. It turns out he's from a Christian college. Oh... Oh Allah, he does not pray. Non-Muslim, hehehe. In my heart I speak for myself and accept my folly. Earlier when I met and mentioned the origin of the campus I did not record in the brain, only in and out of the ears.
Even though she is non-Muslim she has great respect for the fact that I am veiled and a Muslim. Evident from his attitude that does not want to tell directly if he is non-Muslim. He also followed my advice when I asked to put my footwear near the door. He truly respects differences. Wow.. It looks like he's going to have room experience with her.
Days kept changing day by day, event by event passed. Material presenters alternately fill our events. The outstanding faculty fathers and mothers add to our insight in terms of nationality, leadership, and group work. Task after task we have also completed one by one. Not feeling together so quickly passed during training. It was time for the last day on Saturday.
At breakfast Deni came up to me and asked about the trip home.
“Zia, what are you going to ride home?” Ask Deni after breakfast while waiting for today's event to start.
“I was going to take the train again, but after seeing many friends from the same city and nearby I just follow deh.” My answer.
With a smile he said, “We will go home later with me, yes?”
“Well if so, but honestly niih..I easily drunk vehicles, so from yesterday I chose to take the train. Hehehe.” I said with a embarrassed laugh.
“It's okay. There will be me.” He replied with a smile and I just agreed.
The closing ceremony began and after closing all participants were expected to leave the hotel before 13:00 WIB. We and some friends who are approximately 13 people looking for public transportation. I sat next to Deni. Actually I want to sit by the window in the transport, but Deni's hunting is sitting there. I used to buy anti-sickness drugs and I had a drink half an hour ago.
As a result of the incredible drowsiness the effects of anti-sickness drugs also attacked. I was sitting leaning back, I saw the watch showing at 13:30 WIB. It's about 4 hours away from home. I fell asleep long.
Without me noticing I suddenly woke up and it turned out that I was asleep on Deni's shoulder. Wuih..happily I when I realized that. Remembering I was sleeping on the back of a bus. I rubbed my eyes and apologized for being unconscious. He just nodded and smiled. Some of my friends laughed and mostly kept quiet.
Three and a half hours had passed and many friends were descending according to their respective home addresses. Deni and I went down the last one because our town was a bit far away. Closer to the area of Deni. So that he went down first, while I continued to go up to the bus terminal.
Brother Ashar who will pick up already I called and have set off waiting at the terminal as well. When I came down I looked for him. I greeted Brother and he asked, “Tadi with whom?” I replied, “Bareng people from the campus next to Kak. His home is the mountainous area west.” Jansawa. While Kak Ashar only beroo ria.
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As Javanese who live in the village, we still keep the tradition of rewang (helping neighbors who have a wish), so that our food business does not need to order catering. Help from brothers and neighbors. Various snacks and some types of food already exist that do it yourself. Part of the waters, hehe means that the beverage presenters also already exist themselves. The taste of guyub curios (gotong royong) is still very thick in our area.
In the middle of that busy day, there was a message on my HP. Wow, it was from Deni. He sent me sweet words that I was confused to answer. I answered as much as I could with mediocrity. Not forgetting I apologized for being late to reply to the message because at home again there was preparation for my brother's celebration.
Almost every day he always asks the news, sending messages with sweet words. For a long time I got used to it and for some reason when he was late in texting, I thought of him. Message her as if I look forward to her every day. “What is this so called miss? Hehe... Maybe she likes me. I don't know, or she just teased me huh?” my mind when I feel restless.
Actually I feel we don't know very far. To me it's just friends according to my logic. But why does my mind say something else. I'm starting to like it. Or I just dreamt of being tall.
Who does not float in the morning is given such a message;
Walk alone at dusk
There is only a lonely night wind
Good morning, you're there
Let us unite hearts
It was a little different, again,
Assemble upstream
Swim to the edge
How to go to penghulu
If it is still a victory
The night continued to cromb,
Your fruit is eaten by fish, though,
That smile cannot be forgotten.
One point two commas,
The beautiful one who has.
If you are going to Surabaya,
he got on the train;
If no one has, then,
let me say love.
Go to Aceh to eat deer jerky
Jerky wrapped in papaya leaves
If you have a taste
Accept my love
Aah..every day receive such kayak messages from Deni. Before, I only used one or two words. Honestly can't answer things like that. But I've been a kangen for a long time as well.
Yes, I just reply to the prank anyway, “Since my sister married us following marriage yes.” He was directly on the phone. Hehe, I finally honestly say it is still in thought. I still can't believe my heart is as fragile as this. What is the effect I never know men or other effects. Hmm.pusing thought about it.
Tbc
