Love Johanna
Section 46

...LOVE JOHANNA...

...By: David Khanz...

...Section 46...

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Johanna stopped a public transport vehicle, not too far from where she was with Ravi. 

"Han, you really don't want me to get anther?" asked the man still trailing Hanna. The girl replied as she boarded the vehicle, "No need, Mas. I can go home by myself."

"But …."

"I'm sorry, Mom" Hanna said as she sat on an empty bench by the window. "I'm going home first. Assalamu'alaikum."

Slowly the transport was speeding up leaving the figure of Ravi. He still stood watching. "Va'alaikumussalaam, Han. Be careful, yes," he murmured softly as he stroked his chest. There was a sense of worry about letting the girl go back to her mother's house. If only he had been honest, he would have been more agreeable if Johanna chose to stay in the rented house. But what does it mean, the man is nothing to the convert girl.

While Hanna was busy with her own thoughts. From the public transportation, his eyes did not want to be separated staring at the figure of Ravi who was still standing and slowly moved away until it disappeared later. Whisper in his heart, 'I'm sorry, Mas. I don't want to interfere too deeply in your family affairs. Maybe because of me, watching you with your wife is breaking up.'

For Johanna, Ravi is not just a friend. The man was already considered a figure of a guidance teacher, as well as an older brother. Born of two brothers and the firstborn, of course, all this time he had never felt the affection of an old brother. Not least Aunt Chika herself. The old woman did not even have a child.

The seeds of the heart began to expand. There is a sense of comfort when together Ravi. I don't know, it's hard not to admit that, but telling the truth is a dangerous choice for them. Especially because one of them has a companion. Johanna knew about it. Moreover, the previous experience was so bitter. Reychan, it was that cowardly man who had incised the first wound in the heart.

"God has never divided a single religious people in this world," said Reychan at that time, still stored tightly in Hanna's mind. "He is the Merciful, the Merciful, and the Mahakaya. For Him it is not a loss if there are many people who refuse to acknowledge Him as God. But it is precisely man himself who will later lose because he does not want to know Him."

"In your opinion, in the context of each religious belief, is the God we worship the same?" ask Johanna one day. The man answered with confidence, "I don't think so. But the Lord who comes to you is the same God that I worship, Allah Subhanahu Wata'ala."

"You mean …."

"According to my religion, you are mistaken in placing objects to surrender and put the confidence of the heart (faith). Likewise for your religion, of course the God I believe is another figure who gives me real life. Why could that be? Because the basis we take as a basis for believing is different."

"Continue .. With these differences, can everyone be together? Yeah, a real example .. we're both here, Rey."

"By body and feeling, yes. Lt could. But not with the understanding of the rules of divinity. It will be contradictory" Reychan replied with caution. "Maybe on the basis of togetherness, we can unite because each side needs each other in terms of humanity or terms for me. But as for the spiritual affair of the Creator, it cannot and cannot be mixed."

"But ... a lot of people who are married with each of their religious beliefs, Rey," Johanna said again, "and they also seem to be happy."

"looks?" Reychan glanced at it with a faint smile. Hanna replied, "Yaaa .. generally what I see and know anyway."

"But not a few also, who eventually run aground because of the affairs of the child. Where they are confused themselves with the choice of beliefs their children choose," said the young man. "Where Muslim parents, they want their children to follow their religion. Non-Muslims also want their children to follow their beliefs. So no wonder, friction began to arise. The problem is their children too. There is a mixture of beliefs without the right knowledge. It is as if religion is just a mere label, a matter of right or no later. Destroy the order of a family. Not even a few, children even prefer to be non-religious aka atheist. For me, if it is so .. where is the order of the sakinah, mawadah, and warahmah. Yeah, right?"

"Why, Han?" reychan asked as she glanced at the girl sitting beside her. "Cock, diem?"

Johanna smile. "No, Rey. I'm just looking forward to your words."

"Oohh."

'Do I have to follow you immediately, Rey, so that you have the certainty to extend and maintain our relationship?' ask the girl secretly. 'While to be honest, I have often hesitated with my own beliefs.'

I don't know, is it possible that Johanna made a decision too soon or indeed Reychan himself who has no sincere intentions towards her? Until the disappointing ending happened. The man left without saying goodbye or news.

Now, the same hope is reborn. But not from the right person. Because Ravi's condition is not like Reychan.

Ravis ….

Even the figure of the man was now in a position not to be happy. Forced to end his bachelorhood with a foreign woman he has never known and never loved before. Is that what Sarah felt? So that their household arks are far from harmonious meaning.

To be sure, at the same time, Ravi had just arrived home. After parking the vehicle in the garage, then walk slowly set foot on the front porch. His heart suddenly beat. There was neither a warm welcome nor a single smile as soon as it opened the door.

'Is Sarah asleep?' the man slowly opened the bedroom door. 'He ….'

A middle body figure lying on his back with a blanket outcrop on the legs upwards. Ravi hesitated to get close, but his maleness seemed to pick up on another gesture.

Slowly Ravi climbed on the bed, intending to fix the blanket to cover the foot of his wife, but suddenly Sarah woke up. He turned his body, clashing with the man's eyes for a moment.

"M-sorry .. a-I just mean—" said Ravi stammered. He paused and was about to go back down the bed, but Sarah's hand restrained him. 

"You want it, don't you?" ask the woman flat. "Lakuin if you still realize you have an obligation as a husband."

"I-I didn't mean that, Sar," Ravi said, shaking his head. "A-i ... a-i …."

"Don't be a hypocrite, Rav," Sarah said. This time while pulling her husband's arm until the male figure was pushed along, falling on the bed. Not yet able to rise, Sarah has already moved up. "Maybe you can't love me yet, but you're still a normal guy, right?"

"S-nav …."

The woman no longer wanted to speak. With a grimace, she stripped off her husband's clothes one by one. Then move like a woman who wants to meet the satisfaction of her customers that night.

...SERIATE...