Move Journey
Stimulate or Impose.
20 Years in Jakarta.
“We are not human beings who at birth immediately became a believer, his religion is Islam but his nature, speech, and actions need guidance in order to become a Muslim. Nowadays, you still hear, right? Islam KTP whose Islam is only in KTP aja, who prayed five times is still behind, whose behavior is still not guided by the Qur’an. That's what we need to instill in ourselves. Since childhood. But ustadz, can you? What if it starts from now? Be able. Very conceivable. Because humans live in this world always looking, and when in the search phase, they will be lost in all directions, to wrongdoing, disobedience, and contempt. But you who sit here, should be grateful because God loves the consciousness to repent, to repair charity and come here to come to fetch guidance.”
“Brothers and sisters of all Muslims I say more and less please forgive, because the truth comes from Allah and the wrong also comes from me personally. Akhirul Kalam, Subhaanaka Allaahumma wabihamdika asyhadu an laa-ilaaha illaa Anta astaghfiruka wa-atuubu ilaik. Wassalamu’alaikum warahmatulli wabarokaatuhu”
I closed my notebook and then cleaned up everything I had taken out of the bag during the study.
“Ka? Ustadz is sister's friend?”
“Iya, friend time SD”
“Yes Allah Kak”
“Why?”
“Priest candidates dream of bang”
“Ighfar Vid”
My name is Xaviera . I am 20 years old, I am a nutrition education student at one of the universities in Jakarta. I had just taken a study that I accidentally went to because the speaker was my friend.
20 Years of living on earth, with all the favors that God has bestowed on me, sometimes there is still a little gap to laze and complain of fatigue due to the solid routine as a student and worker. Like now. From campus in east Jakarta I immediately went to Kebayoran to visit the routine study that I follow every Wednesday.
“Kak? After this brother went straight home to Menteng? Would you like to stop by Ciputat first?” Vidia asked, she was my junior high school sister who is now my college friend. He is also a person who is both in the hijrah and learning phase. His house in Ciputat, usually coming home from the study I will go to his house to just stay in touch with his parents.
“I guess I did not stop by your house, because there was an appointment with people in Ciledug. Next time I go there ya”
“Ya be careful Ka”
I got up and walked out of the mosque. I still often ask myself, why every time I come out of the Mosque, my heart is so calm, my problems seem to disappear, and my fatigue goes away without complaining. Moreover, when coming out of the mosque was greeted by a cool breeze that made my forehead cool.
“And every day always like this” I said in my heart.
I rushed to the nearest stop to get to my destination. I am among those who cannot use a private vehicle to a distant place. I can only ride a motorcycle, even the most just to the crossroads of red lights. The rest I ride online ojek, transjakarta, or KRL. After all, taking public transportation can minimize air pollution in Jakarta as the worst city air.
“Assalamualaikum Fir, I'm from kebayoran ya. It's on TJ. I'll tell you later that Deket. Okay” I sent a voice note to Safira.
It just so happens that today Safira and I will meet after a long time we separated because he was studying outside the city and only had time to go home today. I'll introduce the one person I think means the most, he's Safira. My friend since Junior High even though we are different schools, do not know why I suddenly get to know him. He's a friend who witnesses if I've ever been the naughtiest teenager. My words on social media, my actions in the real world seem civilized when I learned to teach at school.
While on the bus, I had opened my social media account and accidentally saw Kafi posting a piece of Vidio while he was filling out the study. Really, I want to refrain from commenting on him. Finally all I can type is..
Barakallah Ka's. Hopefully helpfully.
Then I pressed the send sign. And not for a minute, my phone rang.
I smiled uncharacteristically. I did not reply, then I put the Ipod in my ear and turned the group of prayers from the YouTube channel that will accompany this trip to a place.
***
Just as I set foot one step into the super market, Safira immediately hugged me so tightly. I understand how full it is I have not met and exchanged stories with him. At the very least, we're just chatting and that's limited. Because now he is busy as a Pharmacy student who every day is in the laboratory.
“How are you doing ih?”
“Alhamadulillah, fine. Eh we want to pesen first do you want to sit first?”
“Live aja”
Sapphira and I are very frugal people. We rarely snack in luxurious places, we will sit in a super market that provides udon and dining facilities on the spot. Safira and I since High School have implemented a minimalist life starting from bringing supplies to school and drinking places so as not to snack outside.
“You want to use Samyang?” I'm Safira. Because usually next to udon, there is always Samyang.
“No. Most”
“This is Mas”
After getting a bowl of udon and pilus, Safira and I sat at the very end of the chair. The place is always empty and our favorite because it is quite far from the crowd of the store.
“What did you do to Kebayoran first?” Ask Safira to me.
“Ah that, I participated in the study Kak Kafi” said slowly.
“Hah? Kafi? Ustadz Kafi the guy you like? O Allah Xav, you are. It's called self-imposing Xav”
“Against trying to solidify yourself Fir.” Safira shook her head.
“Engga Xav, this name is not self-assertive but you force yourself”
I nodded and resigned. Okay I lost.
That day, the meeting with Sapphira was the meeting I was most waiting for. He was the only one of my friends who could listen to my story the most, even though he was against it, but it didn't matter. When I lost faith in the people of the earth, Allah helped me by sending Sapphira to accompany me. He made me realize that man is not entirely two-faced.
“I can be sincere when God does not want me to be close to him. But, the important thing now is that I feel close to God. Because I like someone who believes, make me realize that I am not believing enough to be with him" I said to Safira while cutting up the Fish Cake that I will eat.
"Is God jealous, we ask for love of man, but never ask for love of God. Our Creator, our Provider, and our Helper?"
"How are you?"