Hijrah Love Arunika
Chapter 5. Dirga Tips

Days pass. Not felt, almost a month Aru studied at the boarding school. There are so many things that Aru can learn from his experience studying there. Aru keep it well and try to practice yourself.

Exactly at nine, Aru came out of the boarding area to go home. There's no schedule for the afternoon because it's Sunday. After being in front of the gate, Aru saw the driver sent by the Papa had been waiting.

"We're home, sir. There is no schedule this afternoon," said Aru kindly to the middle-aged man who became his personal driver.

"Good, Non."

After Aru sat in the passenger seat, a speeding car was splitting the city streets. When Aru's gaze pierced through the car's glass, the sky appeared dark. Like a sign if soon the water of the Lord will come down to wet the earth.

Dor's!

Aru jumped in shock when the sound of an explosion was loud enough followed by his car stopped and his position tilted. "Comeofan!" his screeches.

Aru's heart was timid after the explosion. After adjusting his breath, Aru asked the similarly surprised driver sir. "What's up, sir? Why is there an explosion?" tanyanya.

"Looks like, the car's tires exploded, Non. I'll check first" said the driver, feeling guilty.

Aru nodded then came down to check directly. Luckily, the car has been pulled over perfectly so as not to disturb other road users. Sure enough, one of the rear tires is already in a severe deflated state. "Did the explosion sound come from a leaking tire, sir?"

"Yes, Non. Sorry I forgot to check the tyres this morning. How is this, Non? The shop is far from here." The driver looked angry and frightened. Afraid that his boss will be angry because he is not good at work.

"How are you, sir? I'll call Papa first yes, sir." After saying so, Aru also contacted papa Javas. However, until the third call, there was no sign his papa would answer.

Maybe you're enjoying Sunday with your mom. Thought Aru because it is always papa and his mother do when Sunday comes.

"Not active, sir. Then let me take a taxi, sir? Later if there is a nearby workshop, I will ask the person to come. There is also no way the car can be taken up there," said Aru gave his opinion.

"Yes, Non. But what if you are angry? Or, just call Mr. Reza?" haggard Mr. Driver feels guilty.

Aru's mouth was open to reply to the driver's words. However, the sound of the car horn behind him made Aru undo the intention. He turned his head and found a Mercedez Benz class car right behind his car.

Not how long someone in it went down. Aru smiled when he met someone who was meant by the driver. Namely, Om Reza, a confidant of papa and his mother. "Alhamdulillah, Om came before Aru phone," said Aru grateful.

Reza frowned in wonder. "Why is the car, Ru? Leaking?" reza asked while looking at the condition of the car that had been tilted.

When Aru wanted to answer, the sound from the direction of the car made his mouth locked again. "Why, Om? Banana deflated?"

Aru was glued to where he stood. Why does the universe always want to meet Dirga? Wherever Aru is, there is Dirga.

Dirga only glanced at him. Then, refocus on the car that Aru just boarded. "Here, the tires are deflated. If for example, we drop Aru first how? Actually, Om today is a holiday. It's just, Aru was Om considered his own nephew, like you," said Reza asked Dirga's approval.

Again Dirga glanced at Aru for a moment. Aru has no idea what Dirga is thinking right now? Is Dirga disgusted at him and reluctant to be in the same car? Or just the opposite? If true, Aru believes the second question is not the answer.

"No problem, Om. We take Aru first. After all, we are not too rushed," Dirga replied in the end.

Aru had to hold her breath when Dirga started to open her voice. He was afraid, the sentence that would come out actually hurt his heart again. However, the estimate is wrong. He agreed without thinking long.

"We stay first, sir. Om Reza will contact the workshop people to come here," said Aru to his personal driver.

"It doesn't matter, Nope. Justjust stay. I'll be ready to wait."

The three entered the car with Aru choosing to sit in the back seat while two other men of the generation were sitting in the front seat. It was Dirga who took over the wheel.

"Are you not a college?" asked Reza who made Aru blink his eyes slowly. He glanced at the rear view mirror where there showed Dirga's face which turned out, was staring at him too.

"That was it, Om. Aru has been expelled from the university." Aru answered first and did not want anything to be covered. After all, his Om may already know about it.

However, looking at the expression Om Reza showed that looked surprised, making Aru sigh. Maybe his father hasn't told me. "Yes. I've been expelled for smearing a good name," continued Aru who made the look of Omnya's face turn mellow.

"It's okay. It's nice to see you now. May Istiqomah yes," said Reza sincerely without making up.

Aru nodded and glanced forward again. Assume that Dirga is listening to the conversation. Feeling strange because Dirga who was originally happy to talk spicy is now silent, Aru spoke again to fish.

"I don't deserve to be there, Om. In fact, my current appearance, would probably be considered a cover of disgrace. Your label ra han may already be embedded in me." Aru said humbling himself.

Reza showed a guilty look. "I'm sorry if Om's words hurt your heart. Not Om means —"

"Its okay, Om. I have no problem" Aru interrupted while commenting on her smile.

"If a person is a transgressor, it does not mean he is a denizen of hell. Although a person is a worshiper, he does not make him a resident of heaven. Do not look at the sins of others, as if they were sure to go to hell. Don't look at our own goodness as if we were going to heaven.

For there were men of faith, but died in a state of faith. And there are those who worship, but die in a state of disbelief to God. Remember, sin can be erased by repentance, while charity and worship can be destroyed by riya'." The long sentence made it out of Dirga's lips.

Aru was quite dumbfounded. Where is the scathing speech that Dirga always throws at him? Why did he turn into a poet?

Proks. Proks. Proks.

Hearing the sound of applause from the front, Aru's daydream flinched. He regained control of himself so as not to be too amazed at the creation of God called Dirga.

"This is Om's nephew" said Reza Jumawa.

After that, second by second passed with silence. There is no desire for Aru to return to voice. I think Dirga's words were already amazing. Until Reza's voice was heard again and asked Dirga to pull over the car.

"Where are you going, Om?" ask Aru wonder.

"Om stopping by for a bit at the cake shop. Your aunt loved the cake at the store" Reza pointed at the bakery across the street. Aru nodded. He doesn't want to prevent.

After Om Reza came out, things became awkward because the two men no longer talk to each other. When Aru was about to turn his gaze beyond the glass, the heavy voice in front of him called out his name. "Are you?"

Aru even had to sharpen his ears so as not to catch wrong. Maybe it was just an Aru hallucination.

"Are you?" call Dirga even harder followed by his head looking back. Aru can even see Dirga's face in front of his face and is only a few inches away.

"What's? Want to insult me again?" aru asked with a sweet smile. As if, the insults that Dirga threw no longer disturbed him.

Seeing Dirga who shook his head, Aru threw away a glance. It is not good to look at each other with the opposite sex for too long. Both are in the same car and only two.

"No. I just wanted to apologize. Maybe, I'm sorry it's not enough to pay for all my list of mistakes to you. However, no sentence can represent other than that word," said Dirga and Aru turned to find the location of the lie, maybe Dirga just a small talk.

However, Aru did not find that in his gaze. What was, that gaze now turned gentle and filled with regret.

"It's not that easy." Aru replied with a slanted smiling lip.