Around Us
Chapter 19: The Enigma
Life – is truly – a mystery. No human can predict the future with certainty. Everything works as God's scenario. People can make plans for tomorrow, but what happens can be very different.
Same thing with what I experienced. It never crossed my mind that I should be involved in someone else's destiny. Some events born of view occur in real life, especially about death. To force me to take part.
In the past, I only kept quiet when I felt the person before me at the end of my life. Neighbors, relatives, and friends who go to the Divine Presence, I consider part of the provisions of life that I cannot interfere with. After all, I can't do anything if it has to do with the power of God. Thought.
But, everything is different. After getting closer to the experience of the death and suffering of others' lives, I wanted to change the scenario of fate. If indeed the people around me it is time to go to the afterlife, I want them to leave quietly. Without having to leave the affairs of the world that could hinder their tranquility.
Yes, I'm too idealistic. But it is also hope for my life. I try as much as I can to plant goodness so that it can be endowed with goodness.
Mas Bimo slept in my bed. Last night he wouldn't have come home if I hadn't gone with him. Finally, I decided to take her to her room and tell her to rest. I see he's quite tired too.
I can forgive his actions, but not by forgetting the traces of his hands on my cheeks and chest. After all, I'm just a normal human being. I need time to adjust the resentment so as not to transform into hate or resentment.
I woke Dani up by patting her feet slowly. Dani opened her eyes. Then, look around.
He was shocked to see Mas Bimo falling asleep at my place. “Yes, how is Mas Bimo here?”
I coded her by sticking the index finger between her lips to let Dani lower her voice. “He was here last night.”
“What's up? He doesn't want you anymore, does he?” Face worries.
“Let me tell you. Now you pray Fajr first. Continue us directly to the terminal yes.”
Dani looks at me in wonder, “We go home now?”
“Iya. We'll take the bus, Dan. If you take the train you have to wait until later in the afternoon.”
“Yes, it's okay, Yes. But you sure you're strong enough to go home?
”I'm fine. The next day I want to go home, Dad asked me to come home. Pray fast first. Don't let Mas Bimo wake up!” my insistence.
“Ready!”
I watched Mas Bimo so soundly. To be honest, I was still worried about his fate appearing in my precognition. However, I had to have the heart so that he could also decipher his mistakes. Disappointed, upset, sad, afraid, worried, and tired, all combined in the heart. I can hate his nature, but not with him as an individual.
I slipped a piece of writing beside him that contained a message so that he did not ride a motorcycle and reduce driving activities if there is no urgent need. I don't know when the events in my vision of the accident will happen. I can only ask him to be more careful. If the atmosphere is conducive, I think about talking directly to him.
During the bus – all the way back to Bandung – I told Dani the future that I saw about Mas Bimo. I also said I felt guilty for leaving Mas Bimo just like that.
Dani wondered why I still cared about the people who beat me up. I also do not understand the affection that happened with Mas Bimo or with the people who were also present such as Yuli Tea, Yeni Tea, and Nining. I just thought if everyone had a chance to change. Judgment will only encourage him to persevere or to be more closely allied with sin.
It was just that in his opinion, Mas Bimo would not change quickly. He was even afraid that Mas Bimo had other plans against me. He also revealed that yesterday he went to the minimarket and talked with his brother over the phone. Based on Dani's older brother's words, Mas Bimo is difficult to guess the war. He is an ambitious and petty man.
What an irony, people I know so well turned out to have a trail that is not good for the surrounding. I don't know!
***
A fairly tiring journey taken within 4 days. From Bandung to Malang, rest overnight, then back again to Bandung. Then, tomorrow morning go home and arrive around 1 pm. Even so, I was quite enthusiastic when going home. Holiday moment at home, I will make the best use of it to recover mentally and mood.
“Assalamualaikum..” my sap when I set foot into the house. The longing melted when I saw Dad walking to greet me.
“Walaikum greetings..” Daddy hugged me right away. Then, he noticed my face that still left a bruise. “You why, Yes? You've been fighting,” his expression changed.
I developed a smile so Dad wouldn't interview me. “Nothing, Yah.”
Father actually threw a guess, “You fight why?”
“Who fights, Dad. Arya is okay-why,” I replied for sure.
Dad played his hand on my cheek. He kept checking every part that was still turning blue, whereas I endured the pain that was still left behind. “If you fight to defend yourself, I have no problem. But if personal affairs, such as the problem of female seizure, I do not like.”
I tried to switch the conversation, “Dad told Arya to come home, why?”
Father also lowered his hand from my face, “Dad needs your help to check the duties of the disciples Father.”
“Ya already, Arya take a shower first.”
“If it is now done all.”
“Sorry, Dad. Arya is late coming home because she has to follow UAS as well.”
Oh, my God, I'm inviting back my suspicions.
“Kok you follow up UAS? Why why?”
“Chat later again yes, Well,” I said in a hurry to end the conversation.
“You if you want to eat Daddy buy the side dish first to warteg,” shouted Dad.
“Let Arya buy it herself, Well,”. “Daddy have eaten?”
“Udah.”
For a semester I left home. It felt like my mind was so relaxed when I looked again at the corners of the room that bore witness to my life.
The scenery around the house is not too special. There are no hills, mountains, green fields, clear rivers, or even beaches. Only the houses were almost attached to each other. But the village is still the best place to go back. Birthplace – first place welcome life – full of beautiful memory.
By 9pm my eyes were heavy. A rare thing for me over the last 6 months. In Bandung, I was only able to sleep on average above 11 pm.
I close my eyes and say a prayer. May I sleep well without the distraction of unpleasant dreams. But my phone is ringing. I thought Dani, it was Mas Bimo. Had been hesitant to answer the call, but I also touch the icon “diterima”.
“Assalamaicum, Mas. Sorry, what's up?” I'll answer with a no-nonsense question.
“Ya, help me Yes!” his voice seemed to be panicking.
“Why, Mas?”
I've already presented him with a solution. “Mas Bimo still remembers Nining's home?”
“I remember.”
“Saranku, Mas Bimo pilgrimage to Nining's tomb. Eat it right in front of his house.”
“You want to accompany me there?”
“I'm again at home, Mas.”
“When do you return to Bandung?”
“Front month, fitting KRS charging guidance (Study Plan Card).”
“Ya, how to go? You don't pity me?” Suddenly there was an object from the glass that fell on Mas Bimo's place. The duarrr! “You heard it, like something fell in my house. In my house there was no one but me. My parents are out of town. Yeah, I really don't know who else to ask. How am I supposed to do?” his voice was trembling with fear.
“Mas Bimo has prayed Isya?”
“But.”
“Mas Bimo pray first. Pray Nining. Say an apology Mas Bimo with Allah.”
“But Yes...”.
“Mas Bimo fast grab wudhu and pray.”
“I'm afraid Nining's spirit is coming to kill me.”
“Mas, no human spirit can kill a living human”.
He whined, calling my name over and over again. “Ya... Arya..Yes...”.
“Mas, or if not Mas Bimo nginep first at a friend's house. But remember, like the message I wrote to Mas Bimo, don't drive the motor.”
“Why, Yes?”
“Intinya Mas Bimo do not do that and always be careful when on the road!”
“Iya. But can the phone not be turned off, Ya?” He begged like a child.
I was unable to refuse his request. “Iya. But I'm sorry, Mas. Today I was quite tired, I was so sleepy. I'm going to bed first, Mas.”
“Ya. I'll just hang up the phone if it's.”
“Iya, Mas.”
He also ended the conversation. However, my mind seemed to catch a strange thing from every word he said. Did Nining (or Jin Qorin Nining) really come to him? Ah, I'll think about it tomorrow. I'd better reconnect with my interrupted sleep.
I woke up at 5 a.m. But out of nowhere it comes, stamped in the mind if there will be people who died. People around me.
I saw Dad wasn't in his room. There is no motor either. I tried to calm myself and immediately took the ablution water to perform the Fajr prayer. I hope what I feel is just a feeling.
About half an hour later, I called. “Yes, you're awake, not yet? Breakfast first!.”
“Iya, Yah.” I'll be out of the room immediately.
“You have Fajr prayers?”
“Udah.”
“Now breakfast first, fast!”
“Let's aja. Arya's clock isn't hungry yet.” I noticed Dad seemed to be in a hurry. “Where do I want to go again pursued time?” manya curious.
“Barusan really meet Pak RT in front of the house. She was told that her mother Mang Bahri died.”
My father's answer stopped my mind. Innalillahi wa inna ilaahi.
“Mak Iroh died, Yah?” I confirm the news that Dad gave me.
“Iya.”
I try to look at the past. Something is awkward, then I make sure again to Dad, “He died again, Yah?”
Dad was astonished by my question, “What do you mean, Yes?”
“Not a few years ago Mak Iroh was dead?” uraiku slowly.
“Ngaco you. That's why Dad always said that after the dawn prayer do not sleep again. So, you're still skipping, right?” Dad was advising me.
I still want to dig up Dad's memory, “But, Well... Arya..”.
Dad cut my sentence, “That's a quick change of clothes! We help you with prayers and funerals.”
As soon as I realized, there was no point in arguing with Dad. “Iya, Yah.”
I remember and am so sure Mak Iroh died three years ago, precisely in 2012 or when I was in class IX (SMP). The event still stuck firmly in my mind.
I also never saw or heard the news of – telling – about Mak Iroh from his first death in 2012 until I heard he died again.
Was he just a suri? Nope. He was buried quietly. What was once part of a dream? Or a perception from outside of real space? Or is there a problem with my memory? No. gabe. At that time, it also happened in the morning. I also spent time with my father. I watched Mak Iroh's body wrapped in a shroud. Seeing the mourners, the mourning family, and the funeral procession. Everything is still real in my view.
Was my experience a form of time travel I didn't realize? Not particularly. It happens in the past and after (the future). Are there two Mak Iroh? Or does the human world actually have a twin? I thought a vacation at home would free me from the things that frowned my mind.