(Who) I'm Without you
Long Journey

Along the way through the forest that is still beautiful and natural because it is not touched by outside influences, making the eyes of all passengers of the car sleepy. Plus the condition of the stomach that has been filled, further strengthening the desire to sleep.

Before long, the driver woke them all up. Because as Nanda's previous instructions, if you have entered the time of Ashar prayer then immediately find the nearest mosque or mosque only.

Now they are all sitting in the courtyard of a small mosque because of fatigue sitting for hours in the car while alternating ablution. Feza, who is the only woman, chose ablution first. Because indeed in this mosque where wudhunya only available in one place, which means men and women join the place wudhunya.

"Say the mosque, how small?" ask Mr. Prima who feels this one place of worship is more worthy of being called a mushalla.

"Because starting from this village to the village that we are heading to the majority of non-Muslims sir. That's why the mosque is only this small. Pas-peas for 40 people" replied the driver who really knows more than them about this place.

"Oh, but the more ahead there is mushalla?" ask Prima again.

"No sir, this is the only facility of worship for Muslims. Sometimes this is also in the package for TK or Paud sir" replied the driver.

"Oh yes, if anyone wants to be connected now only. Because until the village we will no longer have a signal" said Mas Rahmat reminded.

Rama and Nanda hurriedly searched each other's phones after hearing the "bad" news.

The two middle-aged youths were wrong, the two young men of that age also showed different expressions when staring at their mobile phone screens. If Nanda's smile expands, he finds a attentive message from his wife. While Rama gets the threat of being abandoned by Maudy.

"I have it. Mr. Prima, Mas Rahmat can wudhu now" said Feza then opened his own and entered the mosque.

"Heh, let's wudhu" asked Mr. Prima.

"Yes yes sir" Nanda replied after replying to his wife's message.

The three of them were astonished to see Rama busy typing on his phone. Nanda, Mr. Prima, and Mas Rahmat look at each other. With the same look as if asking "What's wrong with this one young man?". But they continue their destination to the ablution without caring about Rama who is still fiddling with mobile phones. He replied to Maudy's message at 80km/h and repeatedly contacted him but was refused.

Rama is now like a body without life while repeating back to read Maudy's message one by one. He typed again the persuasion sentences so that Maudy would wait until he returned and only postponed the proposal instead of canceling it.

Rama➡Maudy

Dy, please don't cancel. I'm seriously asking you to be my wife and be the only woman in my life. Looking for your replacement is not easy for me, you who are 10 years old are always beside me. He accompanied me in my best to worst times. Please, don't leave me😢.

Rama➡Maudy

Dy, I'm in the mosque stopping by praying. Dy, we're so far apart. Please don't make me worry, Dy. I respect your extended family, they must also be wondering why we postponed our application. But I beg you, you can be a good spokesperson for me ya🙏. Love them an easily accepted explanation. I'm so grateful to have your rich wife, you're all in one. So a capable partner. Again I beg you, do not stayin me🙏. Keep this relationship going. The reason I want you to stay is not because we've been around for a long time but because it still feels the same. You, Maudy I've never changed from 10 years ago. I love you❣

Despite the anxiety in his heart, however, Rama still tried to persuade and slip praise for Maudy. Because that was all he was able to persuade the lover who was far away in the eyes but near in the do'a.

Rama also chased his lag because it had been abandoned praying by Pak Prima and others. He immediately abluted and followed into the mosque to pray.

Nanda, Pak Prima, Mas Rahmat, and Feza are now back on the terrace of the mosque. They faithfully waited for Rama who seemed to bow down for a long time.

In the mosque there are only five of them. Since just arrived until the completion of the prayer, no one stopped by or just passed next to this mosque. Really lonely. And also, the distance from one house to another is quite far. Unimagined by Nanda. Feza's parents could have sent their own son to a place like this. Educating is educational, but given how dangerous it is to release girls far from the eye of course is not comparable.

"Let's go" said Rama when he just came out of the mosque.

"Kok lethargic Ma?" ask Feza.

"It's none of your business" replied Rama with a ketus.

Obviously this made everyone awkward, the atmosphere became cold. Moreover, Feza, the main victim who snatched it.

Feza immediately put his head together and got into the car. His face is now in a bad mood. Plus how to close the door. Braaac. Make all who are still standing on the terrace of the mosque aghast.

After Feza, Rama entered the car. Then Nanda, Mr. Prima, Mas Rahmat simultaneously got into the car.

But there has been a change in formation. Which since this morning until the mosque, Nanda was sitting in front with the driver. Nanda's position was taken over by Rama. I don't know what possessed the man, he was like an antagonistic towards Feza.

"Woi, what the hell did the rich Feza snapped earlier" whispered Nanda who sat right behind Rama.

"Gue accidentally" said Rama who felt very clear that he was thinking a lot.

"Don't you intentionally say? Feza now bete lo" said Nanda again.

"I'll apologize later" replied Rama. Nanda again leaned back after being relieved to hear Rama's words to apologize to Feza.

"we will take another 30 minutes at the house of the kades" said Mas Rahmat gave information and at the same time wanted to melt the atmosphere.

"Oh, is that so, my mas? What do you think about Mr Prima?" tanya Nanda managed to confuse Mr. Prima. Because to him, what kind of question is that?

However, Nanda kept flickering at him so inevitably he had to express whatever his opinion was.

"Yes, I totally agree. May this journey bring us to meet God".

"Astaghfirullah" the entire car simultaneously did not guarantee Mr. Prima's words.

"Dead dong sir if you meet God" said Nanda while patting his forehead.