KK
9. UNPREDICTABLY

The hodgepodge I eat is amazingly delicious. Randi also seemed to enjoy. He forgot to look to the left. His eyes focused on the plate, enjoying the delicious every mouthful of rice and hodgepodge. In a moment, the plate in front of us was empty. The hot tea water perfected the delicacy we were getting at the moment.

"Enak, Mum. It's so good." Spontan Randi praises the shop mother. The shop mom smiled.

"That's because ujang is hungry."

"Yes yes, but really, Mom. Tasty pisan." I laughed, hearing Randi imitate the words and dialect of the shop mother. The shop mom laughed.

"Then about Aisyah's mother, How, Mom?" I tried to remind the shop mother that the explanation was not finished.

"Oh, yes. Aisyah's mother. A few years ago Aisyah lived here. Her husband Mr. Muji. It's Mr Muji." We're silent. Trying not to interrupt the explanation of the stall mother.

"Honey Aisyah is not here long, just how many years it is. She did not want to be married, so she decided to divorce her husband. Aisha then left her house. I don't know where Aisyah moved to."

"After the divorce, Mr Muji remarried, Mom?"

"Yes clear. Kanya Aisyah divorced too, because Pak Muji wants to marry again, that's fine, seduced by the women who live at the end of this road. What's her name, Ani if it's not wrong."

"Then, where did Ayesha's mother live, Mom?"

"House Aisyah same time Mr. Muji there tuh, 5 houses from here, still the edge of this road as well."

"Now Mr Muji still lives there, Mom?" This kind of heart thumping asked that. Not about the question. But the answer to my question. I was a little worried about the stall mother's answer to my question. If the shop mother answers yes, Mr. Muji is in the house for example, I don't know how to behave. I'm not sure I can still meet Mr. Muji with a neutral heart. Because the truth is I hate Mr. Muji. I hate him because he's the one who's hurt my mother so many times. Rather than me venting my emotions, it might be better if I only saw Mr. Muji from a distance. The important thing is I already know, why in the second KK there is my name, mother and Mr. Muji.

"One year ago Mr. Muji and his wife moved in temporarily."

"Temporary move, you mean?" Randi who from earlier was not too focused on listening, fixing his sitting position, looking at me. Notwithstanding Randi. I also do not understand what the explanation of the stall mother means.

"Yes, temporarily. While waiting for help from the village and the community to rebuild his house."

"What's the house, ma'am?" Randi and I don't understand.

"House was engulfed in fire, fire, a year ago." Almost at the same time me and Randi shut up, muffling our own screams. We were really surprised by what we heard.

"Why, Mom. Why fire?" I can no longer ask the right questions. It was a fire, I still ask why. It's a good thing that stall mom understood what my question meant.

"If not wrong, because of the electrical short circuit"

"If you want to see the former fire can go over there. The rebuilt house has also begun." The mother shows direction.

"Yes ma'am, we'll see."

"Where do Mr Muji and his wife live now, Mom?"

"While they live in a rented house, while waiting for the process of building their house back with the help of village funds and the participation of the surrounding community."

We tried to see the location of Mr. Muji's house. Right enough. Still parallel to the house of the stall mother. The ruins of the former fire still look messy. But the new house building is already visible. There are 2 workers who are rebuilding Pak Muji's house.

"How are we now, Wil?"

"Ga knows Ran. I'm confused too. Our time here is only until noon tomorrow. How do we meet Mr Muji?"

"Let's ask the man who works Wil, who knows where they have rented Mr. Muji's house." That's exactly what Randi said. We rushed to the two people who were working on building Mr. Muji's house.

"It's not far from here, Jang. If ujang wants to wait, another hour will be done. Later to deliver to Pak Muji's rented house." Thank God, this is so good. We are certainly willing to wait. An hour was not long. Than we have to find it ourselves, not necessarily meet. While waiting for Amang to continue the work, I and Randi helped Amang work as much as we could. Although amang is not allowed, but we insist. We helped lift a small bucket of sand cement. We take it to another amang, which is in charge of penetrating.

An hour is really fast. Time to stop his work. To continue again tomorrow.

"Come on. Just walk away." We concur. Walk with amang. Along the way Amang told me about the compact community here to help Mr. Muji. Not just Mr. Muji. Anyone in the community here who needs help. The people here are always ready to help.

We arrived. In front of us were houses. Mr. Muji's house is in the middle. Number 15's.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Tea. This is someone looking for Father." Amang knocking the door closed. Someone opened the door.

"Wa'alaikum salam. What's wrong?"

"It's tea. Someone's looking for Mr. Muji. Well, Jang, this is Ani Tea, Mr. Muji's wife." Amang introduced the door that opened. We nodded. Ani Tea smiled.

"His father hasn't come home yet, brother. Still in the mosque. Usually come home after that." Me and Randi looked at each other. Unbelievingly. How could it be, Mr. Muji whom we had evil eyes on, is now in the mosque. Coming home later after that, it was great. Though at this time, adzan magribpun has not reverberated.

"I'll excuse you for tea." Amang.

"That's okay first, Jang?" Begging us too.

"Yes, Mang. It's okay. We'll poultice her way home." Amang left us.

"You waiting, brother? or how?"

"If you want to wait, please sit inside." Ani Tea told us to come in. We discussed for a moment. Randi reminded me, that we had promised to return to the mosque before the magrib.

"If it's early in the morning, Mr Muji is there, Tea?

"Father left for the mosque before dawn. Then later around 08.00 an go home first, at 11.00 an leave for the mosque again." Wow, what a surprise. Completely beyond our expectations. Mr. Muji is now a righteous servant of God.

"O then we'll be here again tomorrow, Tea. God willing at 09:00."

"Yes already, later delivered to the father yes. At 09:00 tomorrow I'm waiting for you here."

We said goodbye, back to the UPI mosque. Along the way Randi and I talked about the change in Mr. Muji. Slowly, the hatred in my heart towards Mr. Muji began to diminish. If the person we're dealing with is a good person, then there's no reason to hate him. Hopefully it is true, as Ani Tea said. Mr. Muji is now a diligent person to the mosque. People who diligently go to the mosque, most likely are good people.