Mahabbah Longs
CHAPTER 7: The Referral

Meet with friends at High School for a moment, hopefully able to unravel the turmoil that I think is stifling in this chest.

"How are you, Rima?"

"Well, we can finally see you again. What if you ?

"Alhamdulillah is good too."

"Who is this?"

"Same brother-in-law and pounder."

"Casak. I'm not happy, I still miss you. You can tell them to leave you. Let me take you later in the afternoon."

"All right."

Nur went to see his sister-in-law for a while, then came back again.

Rima's face was smiling happily.

"Thank God you can come here. I'm actually alone at home. Mom and Dad are having business in Singapore. Sich said it was only 2 days. But it's molasses."

"Then your sister?"

"Don't ask about brother, dech. That guy just takes care of the doang job. To the point of forgetting himself."

"There's you, Rima"

"Hey, we're done with college, right?"

"Yes ..."

"The answer is sad."

"Maybe I'll devote myself to my village. Developing science. Is not the education department the place."

He thumbs two at me.

"Unbelievable, I salute you. While waiting for someone to propose." said Rima loosely.

Rima's words really touched my soft heart (😣) until it hurt. Not heartache, more meaningless regret.

I just smiled wryly, remembering my stupidity.

"Hi that's a grim face. And your eyes are like it's gonna rain?" he looked at me with a joke and a carefree smile. This is so you know ...

"What is this cheerful Nur, heartbroken?"

"That's it. That you?" reply dodged.

"It seems I want to continue my study first until S3 is that."

"It's lucky that you can continue."

"But Nur, now instead of many college scholarships, there are even those from abroad. You can go with tuch. Who knows your license"

"Good idea, I'll try."

"So quiet again, we make a yuk ramjakan."

"Can." Answer excited.

"But we take the fruits in the back of the house first, how?"

"okay."

Although in the middle of the city, Rima's house is quite beautiful with a variety of shady trees that are now bearing fruit. There are water guava, guava, star fruit, mango, papaya, and many other fruits.

"How about, I take the pole first."

"okay."

While Rina took the pole,

Nur to the tree of honey star fruit. Looks seductive. The fruits are already dark yellow waiting to be picked and enjoyed. It just so happens that the fruit is low. Until it can be reached by hand only.

There's another california papaya. This time I cooked too. He's picking anyway. Pink water button, camplong water pink white color. While waiting for Nur to taste it first.

Indeed, if you have seen the fruit, Nur is easily tempted. To pick it up, occasionally eat it.

As a result, have not picked mangoes, already collected a lot, almost 1 plastic bucket.

"Well, this is all for rujak?" Rina, the host was astonished.

"Eh sorry. Don't ...."

"Then?"

"Sold." answered Nur smiling sinlessly. If again alone with fellow Muslims, Nur opened his veil.

"OK we take that honey mango. It's not complete without mangoes."

"Nevert times, huh? " nur said while joking.

"Have no husband to cook to crave?"

They picked the mango while joking. So unknowingly, 5 mangoes fell by themselves. So touched by the pole even though it is not hard.

2 go into the net at the end of the pole. The other 3 pass. Causing Nur busy arresting him. 1 caught. 1 again hit the head Nur. 1 again caught Rina.

"Eh .. sorry Nur."

Nur rubbed his head with a laugh. But Nur's hand was touching a soft object over her headscarf. He looked at his hand, looking dirty by orange-colored dough. From the ripe mango that has landed beautifully on her hijab.

Apparently the mango that had cooked it, fell 'mbonjrot' on Nur's head.

"Yes .. dirty."

Rima was laughing harder. Watching Nur's hijab being 'blepotan' by the ripe mango meat.

"Belcome above the suffering of friends. Your niece, Rima."

"Yes .. yes .. I guarantee the hijab later."

"Not later!"

"Yes now, I'll get it. But I don't have a veil like that. Just got a hood to shoulder. Or I'll get you the top piece."

"That's it. Just veil up the chest."

"Wait a minute."

"Please collect the mangoes and bring them to the kitchen. We make the same spices mbok Iyem."

"Okay, I'll wait for the hood."

Rima into the room, confused looking around for the hijab she once had. Understandably, the hijab for her is fashion when studying. Or if you will pray id. A little collection he had.

And he put it very special. In the small upper cupboard. The lowest fold between the piles of scarves. Perfect with difficulty taking it.

With a little difficulty, the hijab was taken as well.

Rima gave it to Nur who is now busy making his sauce with the bik Iyem in the kitchen.

" this is the hijab, Nur. Hope you like it."

"Thank you, Rima. I can wash my headscarf here. So I can go home and wear it again."

"By Nur."

While Nur changed her hijab, Rima continued peeling the fruits and slicing thinly. Then put it into a big bowl.

"Have you been the sausage, Mbok?"

Rima calls chili beans for rujak is a sauce.

"Here, Den Rima."

"We take it to the dinner table yuk, we eat there."

"No, we're not taking it to the backyard, Rima. While enjoying the wind."

that's a nice one."

"May, good idea."

The two of them brought the finished rujak along with its sauce, to the backyard. Assisted by mbok Iyem.

"Mbok, let's join. We eat together."

"No, Den. Just eat in the kitchen." Answer

Mbok Iyem is a loyal person working in the Sunarya family, since Rima 7th grade in the same Junior High School as Nur. Unfortunately, he moved schools. But finally met again at High School.

"Oh yes, if not. Still fruit?"

"Still, Den."

"Oh yes, Mbok. Please slice the fruits that are on the plate and also the sauce in the small bowl. Please put it on the dining table. To Andre's brother."

"Yes, Den." The answer. Soon enough, Iyem left us. Those who were engrossed in enjoying the rujak, had been teasing to the touch. My tongue is already 'kemecer' wants to enjoy it soon.

Finish enjoying the rujak. Nur performing dhuhur prayer. Then the two relax in the family room while reading the collection of novels that Rima has. Not realizing that Andre is coming home.

"Assalamu'alaikum all." he said from the curtain that connects with the main hall.

Nur was a bit nervous because he wasn't wearing a veil. Soon she covered her face with the tip of her veil. While looking for the veil that went somewhere. Finally met too. It was still attached to the veil but a little backward. Yeah, well, the nervous effect.

"Hi, beautiful sister. How are you today?"

"That's fine, brother. Tumben's brother home soon?"Rima greeted him warmly. Leaving Nur who was repairing the location of his veil

Andre looked at Nur's face before closing.

Well-favoured. His mind whispered softly.

"Who is he?" Taking off his shoes and tie.

"Silver forgets .. she's Nur Aini. Rima High School Friend."

"nr ... Nur .. oh yes, now brother remember. The jutek nur. Nur who once fell from that mango tree."

Hearing that Nuram growled himself. It turned out that Brother Andre remembered the embarrassing incident.

"So I remember too, ha .. ha .. ha ...,"

Coupled with Rima's loud laughter, Nur grew even more furious. Nich people, if the two of them must have cheated me only. Watch .....