HELLO SUNSHINE
Hello 23, Coming home
Izza was sitting with Elin, his best friend in a study. Both are only a year ago active in the campus mosque and decided to hijab.
"When we feel disturbed, the heart feels hurt by the offending actions, that's where often many people hold anger and cause endless resentment. Usually people who hold grudges will want others to feel like what they feel. Clearly, Islam does not encourage its people to have a vindictive nature. There is one of the best ways of revenge in Islam. Was it? That way is to be a forgiving soul. The Prophet said: No one forgives injustice (against him) unless Allah will increase his glory (HR. Ahmad, Muslim and Tirmidhi). Student Sister who is looking for knowledge.... Sin is not to be repaid by sin. However, often we are carried away by a hot heart to repay sin with sin. Islam forbids its people to have a vindictive nature because it will only make someone lose their morality and make themselves further to Allah SWT" said one of the senior Mentors of the final class at the Campus.
Izza listened carefully. Realizing that he still has a lot of feelings of resentment for his past. Izza clenched her right hand holding her flannel cloth bag.
Izza's HP reads, there is a chat coming in from Mba Gita. He asked her to call immediately if there were no classes. After the study was completed, he immediately called Mba Gita. Mba Gita explained about Mr. Isam's offer. Izza ga refused because whatever Mba Gita ordered he would definitely follow. Because Izza felt a lot of debt to Mba Gita. Although only a foster sister, but Mba Gita treated him like his own brother.
Dimata Izza, Mba Gita is an independent woman who lives in this big city alone. Since living with Mba Gita, Izza has never seen Mba Gita meet family including when Lebaran arrived. Izza did not dare to ask, for him this is a very sensitive thing if asked to Mba Gita. Mba Gita never invited Izza to meet with the Gita Mba family.
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"Assalamualaikum Sachi's... Are you coming home from the hospital?" rama asked via video call.
"Waalaikumussalam.already Dad" replied Sachi still limp.
"The pain is infused" asked Rama again.
"Yes, look at Sachi's skin" Sachi replied as he showed his hand that was a syringe.
"Yes .. Sachi fell asleep in the room, playing in bed. Eat a lot, baby, come home tomorrow. Sachi kangen isn't the same Dad?" rama said softly.
"Kangen. but said Papa Haidar, if kangen you can call. Dad... Bring me what gift for Sachi?" asked Sachi plain.
"Bring what yes... Don't bring anything" joked Rama.
"Bring chocolate Yes Well .." pinta Sachi.
"Later Papa Haidar was angry that Sachi was brought chocolate, he said Sachi was lazy to brush his teeth" said Rama.
"The toothbrush...tih saw Sachi's teeth .. clean right" said Sachi sewot while looking at his teeth.
Haidar and Rama could only laugh.
"OK deh dear... I want to get ready to finish Dad's room first. assalamualaikum" said Rama.
"Waalaikumussalam . I love you Father" replied Sachi.
"I love you too Sachi .." said Rama.
Haidar took his HP from Sachi's hand. Then Sachi fell asleep again.
"Papa Haider ... I'm going home tomorrow, I'm getting on a plane?" Sachi.
"Yes .. Rama's father boarded the plane" replied Haidar.
"Dad bring Mama?" ask Sachi again.
"Emang Rama's father said he wanted to take Mama?" ask Haidar to ask.
"Ngga ..kan Rama's father said that Mama was up there in the sky. The plane is in the sky, why did Father Rama not take Mama on the plane too?" asked Sachi who started asking a lot about her mother.
"Later Rama's father who answered yes, Papa Haidar will sleep first .. sleepy" replied Haidar who hurriedly shifted the direction of Sachi's conversation.
Haidar asks his nanny Sachi to accompany Sachi to sleep.
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Izza and Mba Gita are preparing to leave for Pak Isam's office. Izza who drives a car (Mba Gita really educates Izza so independent women like herself who do not depend on people, so all must be done by Izza).
"Work diligently and diligently yes Za. you will carry the good name of Mba as well" wanti-wanti Mba Gita.
"Ready Mba. please guidance yes. This is the first time Izza has worked" Izza replied.
"Pak Isam is arguably a unique Boss, the mood is easy to rise and fall, the language is sometimes bad. Be patient .. someday you will also enter the world of work that will be a lot of human intrigue and character in it" advises Mba Gita.
"Yes Mba" Izza replied briefly.
"Have you been to your family's grave?" ask Mba Gita again.
"Just yesterday I went home from college" Izza replied.
"Mba wonder, everything you will do must go to the tomb. You sure your parents heard your whole babble?" ask Mba Gita.
"Oh, Izza clearly just prayed for all the families. If Izza had spoken at the tomb it felt like he was chatting with family. At this time it is usual to just see the tomb and cry, can not cuddle with them, Izza was aware until now all that thanks to family. They are the ones who always calm us when we cry, who slam the bones in search of sustenance for school and our lives. The love they cultivate is not love as long as the corn of Mba" Izza said, pointing to his chest.
"So much the meaning of family for you." said Mba Gita rada cynically.
"They're gone, but they've been nurtured forever. An extraordinary love that cannot be described with words. Even though we were separated from the different realms, they all remained near Izza Mba." said Izza.
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The driver who was asked to pick up Rama was on standby at the airport. Mang Ujang, the office driver who has only worked for the last two months, so he does not know Rama at all.
Mba Gita has given a photo of Rama and the complete writing of Rama's name is carded to Mang Ujang so that he is not confused to recognize Rama later. Rama has also been informed by Mba Gita if it will be picked up by Mang Ujang, the photo has been sent to Rama.
Rama's prank soul appears as soon as he sees his sign held by a tall thin man who is about twenty-seven years old.
Rama approached Mang Ujang.
"Are you Mr. A wedge? (Are you Mr. Ujang)" asked Rama in English.
Rama's appearance is indeed the face of Indonesia, but his hair is painted somewhat brownish marun.
"What is this guy talking about?" replied Mang Ujang while scratching his head.
Rama who saw the confusion Mang Ujang even smiled.
"Why do you scratch your head (you scratch your head)" said Rama while holding back a laugh.
"Sorry mister .. no no.." replied Mang Ujang accordingly.
"No? why?" ask Rama again.
Mang Ujang looked closely at Rama's face, then he looked at his HP.
"This is Mas Rama? this is mister whose name is in this carton, isn't it?" asked Mang Ujang lugu.
Indeed the appearance of Rama is different from the photo given Mba Gita. His appearance is eccentric with boots and jeans plus a leather jacket. Like the Koboys just don't wear their hats. His skin was cleaner than when he had just left for England. Because there is not much to play outdoors, so not much exposure to ultraviolet light. Rich little bule people. Plus he wears a blue soft lens. Logatnya also kelule-bulean.
"You were there to pick me up? (you picked me up)" asked Rama again.
"Pick? no mister .. no Pik .. to Kemang .. no Pantai Indah Kapuk" replied Mang Ujang who was confused.
Rama finally laughed a little, could not bear to see the funny Mang Ujang and his confused mimic.
Because Mang Ujang did not know what else to do, finally took the initiative to call Mba Gita.
"So Mas Rama said already at the exit, I have sent the picture of Mang Ujang today to Mas Rama" said Mba Gita.
"In fact, Mba .. This is a man whose face looks similar, but by the way rich people, do not understand what he said" replied Mang Ujang with Sunda's dialect is still thick.
"Try Mang using a video call, let me see the man" said Mba Gita.
Mang Ujang followed the direction of Mba Gita, HP cameras directed to Rama. Rama waved his hand at the HP camera.
"This person is highlighted even demen, thought he was the artist of the time yes" muttered Mang Ujang.
"Try this HP to the man Mang Ujang, I want to talk" said Mba Gita.
"Just kidding Mba Gita... how are you?" rama said with a laugh.
"You can joke now (can joke now)" said Mba Gita.
"Everything must change (all must change)" Rama replied casually then handed HP to Mang Ujang.
"So this is true Mas Rama? atuh from earlier can speak Indonesian all English" said Mang Ujang.
Rama just laughed, he pulled one suitcase and carried a backpack that looked heavy. Mang Ujang had brought a trolley worried that many items were brought with Rama.
"Okay, which other bag?" asked Mang Ujang with his Sundanese accent.
"Lah ieu .. (this is it)" Rama replied as he pointed to his luggage.
"Sundanese base?" asked Mang Ujang in shock.
"I can only saeutik (slightly) we go home yuk, already very cape nih" asked Rama.
Flight with a total of twenty hours (one-time transit), making Rama's body feel stiff must sit for a long time.
Understandably he uses economy class flights so the distance between his stools is not as wide as the executive class. In the car he got into the middle bench and immediately threw himself and slept. Fortunately Mang Ujang was given the address of Mr. Isam's house with Mba Gita, so it did not disturb his sleep Rama.
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The road was crowded but smooth, so in the space of one hour it was almost near the direction of the road to Mr. Isam's house.
"That.. hasn't been home yet?" asked Rama who surprised Mang Ujang who was again focused on driving.
"Astaghfirullah. jurig sia maneh. wake up eating rice with chicken meat" replied Mang Ujang while rubbing his chest in shock.
"Hahaha.sagala aya jurig Mang... Want to eat meat or chicken?" kanda Rama's.
"Ga Mas. I am surprised sometimes spontaneous talk happens" replied Mang Ujang.
"Uhuy dong" continued Rama's tease.
"Geez it's a komeng era old event, is Mas Rama born spontaneous fit there?" asked Mang Ujang curious.
"Not yet. but now there is UTube, all can see from there for old age events" replied Rama while rubbing his eyes.
"What in UTube can you see ?" ask mang Ujang reassuringly.
"Well, what can happen" answered Rama briefly.
"That means being able to watch the entertainment stage in my village huh Mas?" mang Ujang said enthusiastically.
"What's the entertainment call the capital artist?" ask Rama back.
"Not.this is mah Neng Lilis anu famegad Kampung I Mas. Every gig in the exhibition is definitely awaited by people" explained Mang Ujang.
"Yes if anyone uploads to UTube anyway there may be yes, if no automatic upload can not be watched, can not be watched, except for the capital artist who has certainly been covered by the media or they have their own vlog from the management" explained Rama.
"the blog? Naon eta Mas?" ask Mang Ujang who is still not literate with the development of the digital world.
"Long clear. Now gini aja.we find a meatballs first. let seger nih eyes" pinta Rama.
"Emang meatballs can sneger my eyes? how-how? dripped into his eyes? Ari in a meatballs what sell vlogs too? so curious what a rich vlog feels like" said Mang Ujang plain.
Rama again males nyautin again, his head dizzy because it was on the plane had experienced turbulence.
"Mas...we're looking for meatballs?" tanya Mang Ujang assured.
"Yes." answered Raffa briefly.
Rama and Mang Ujang enjoy eating meatballs on the side of the road, one block next to Mr. Isam's house block.
"Yes Allah..forget it. I have no rupiah" said Rama.
"Haduh Mas Boss, where already this meatball, why just remember" said Mang Ujang.
"So the gas money was given, was it the same Mba Gita? Pake first, tomorrow I pay to Mba Gita" Rama's idea.
"There are seventy-five thousand left" said Mang Ujang while putting money in his shirt pocket.
"I borrow a gap. Jigonya for Mang Ujang to buy rujak" said Rama relaxed.
"Rully? Jigo?" asked Mang Ujang confused.
"Have not been in Jakarta for long? emang Mang Ujang from goa where the hell, rich UTube, vlog, gocap, jigo aja ga tau" said Rama astonished.
"Mang kalo in the village is busy in the rice fields. This is only the first day to meet Mas Boss like this very yes, the person is not there seriously, it is actually a lecture or tour yes in England? Very different from Mr. Isam and Mas Haidar" said Mang Ujang bluntly.
"Don't be confused Mang, yes this is how I am" replied Rama.
Mang Ujang can only see Big Boss children whose style is this cute, there are no jaims eating on the side of the road.
"Don't bother... again think Ceu Lilis hajatan artist is it?" kanda Rama's.
"Ga Mas Boss.." Mang Ujang argued.
"Levitably ..we go home, I miss the same child" said Rama while walking towards the meatballs.
"Have kids?" asked Mang Ujang in his heart.
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The gate is open, Sachi is waiting for Rama to be patched in front of the entrance of the house.
"Dad.... Father.." shouted Sachi while jumping in excitement.
Rama immediately got out of the car and ran towards his beautiful daughter.
"Assalamualaikum Sachi" said Rama while directly hugging Sachi.
"Waalaikumsalam Father" replied Sachi while kissing Rama's hand.
The two kiss each other on the cheek many times a sign of releasing kangen.
Mang Ujang nurunin Rama's bag. In his heart kept wondering, a child as young as Rama already had a child as big as Sachi. The negative shadow about Ramaa was reflected in Mang Ujang's mind.
"Don't Mas Rama go to England to have children. But who is her mother? she's been here a few times with no women other than caregivers and domestic assistants. What is the wrong relationship times yes. ah bodo very let it be his business" said Mang Ujang speak for himself.
"Mang... thanks for taking me, tomorrow morning can you pick me up?" rama asked while holding Sachi.
"Where are you going, Boss?" man Ujang.
"To work" answered Rama.
"Any Mas Boss... What time is it?" man Mang Ujang.
"At six in the morning. Oh yeah, I don't like people who aren't on time. So before six o'clock in the morning" said Rama while rushing in.
"Hadeuh, this little Boss is more crisp than a big Boss huh.. anyways want to walk at six o'clock just want to do something in the Office, want to help mengepel?" rutuk Mang Ujang's.
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Rama slept with Sachi in his room. Haidar, who had just returned home at about eleven in the evening, looked at the door and returned to his room. Rama knows his brother's presence but he better pretend to be asleep.