Mr. Arrogant Vs Mrs. Salihahs
Extra parts (PoV Gus Raka 2)
Tomorrow is the happy day of Nisa and Leon, so hesitant it feels to be ordinary when attending their wedding. I have tried to be sincere but still sincere it does need to be tried and the effort takes a long time.
Uhhh ....
I am so lazy today to go anywhere, I have told Abi about Nisa's wedding invitation, Abi is a figure that I can always make a role model, he encouraged my heart to be patient.
"Mom can come in!" a subtle tap and soft voice from Umi made me aware, I immediately smiled warmly at the figure of the woman who had been so patient in taking care of me all this time. Her face still looks beautiful even though she is no longer young, her big veil that I used to always make a place to hide from Abi when I made a mistake.
"Come on umi!" I immediately got up and sat on the edge of the bed, Umi walked over to me then shifted the small chair I used to sit in while doing some tasks.
He looked at me with his face. Although I never said my complaint, but this woman was always able to guess it just by looking at me.
"Raka!" call gently.
"Hm!" the short answer is only a marker that I am also paying attention to what he will say.
"Raka, umi is not the woman who gave birth to you but umi is the woman who is there when you cry, you are sick, you are happy, you are sad. Umi knows what you are feeling now, sad, disappointed, sick, but believe me there is another destiny that God is preparing for you, maybe God knows you are not ready to go through it all, God wants you to have other priorities that we have to do!"
I was lured to pay attention to what Umi really wanted to convey, this was not about my sadness, but there was something else that Umi was trying to convey,
"What's up, umi?"
"Umi must make sure you are okay when Umi conveys it, if you yourself are not okay, umi can not burden you with other problems, umi pray first!"
The woman I respected so much left me, I could still stare at her back until the door closed.
"Astaghfirullah azim thing!" istighfar kept coming out of my lips. I immediately went and took ablution, already these two days even I have done nothing but daydream and fulfill my duty as a weak servant.
Immediately wear a glove that had been hanging on the back of the chair, black hunchback also adorned my head. My current destination is the pesantren mosque. Pesantren with our house so close, only a big wall that separates, deliberately said Abi let if you teach at the boarding school not far away.
After the completion of the dhuhur prayer, I chose to sit on the porch of the mosque to calm down, the hot air did not get into the mosque.
"Raka!"
Someone called me from behind, I knew it was Abi's voice. Some of the santri are still seen sitting inside the mosque even though Abi is already out.
Without asking for my approval, he sat beside me.
"Umi've talked to you?"
Hearing Abi's question, I came back to remember Umi. What will I talk about with Umi?
"Yet, Abi!"
"Go home, ask your um!"
"But the santri?" I asked, it has been two days I do my duty to teach at the boarding school and I asked one of the managers to replace me, it does not feel good if it continues to bother them.
"Let Abi take his place, Abi is deliberately there who wants to talk to the students about the semester break!"
"Well then Abi, Raka go home first!"
After saying wrong immediately I wear flip flops seven thousand blue, actually the beginning of buying green because too the market came home from the mosque changed color so blue maybe taper with who went home first.
Umi was waiting for me on the porch, her smile always managed to make my heart calm.
"I thought you were following Abi!" he muttered as I sat beside him, we were just a small table with a plastic flower vase on it.
"Abi asked Raka to go home to Umi!" I looked at the woman beside me, "Oh yeah umi, what did you say?"
"Now is it better?" there was a worried hue on his face.
"God willing umi!"
Umi asked me to go to Bali to see my brother and grandfather.
Now that I was getting ready with a bag of rangs on my back, I had already booked a plane ticket online so there was no need to go to the airport just yet.
Before leaving my room, I looked at a box that I wrapped neatly with silver wrapping paper. The plan was to give the box to Nisa and Leon on her wedding day.
I immediately took it, maybe I should hand it over now while apologizing for not being able to attend their wedding.
Before going to the airport, I chose to stop for a while at Nisa's house. There is still an hour with the scheduled departure of the plane that I will be riding.
In front of me, I met Reza, she's Nisa's sister. We were about the same age, I asked her to call Nisa for a minute.
After I handed them their wedding gift box, I passed. Seeing the girl I love wearing these heart wedding trinkets is sizzling. There was a sense of unwillingness that still infiltrated the recesses of my selfish heart, but soon I was overwhelmed. God has another plan behind this.
Arriving in Bali, I saw my sister drooping weakly. His body was so thin, in just a few months it had changed so much.
Turns out I know the reason why they're looking for me after all these years, my sister has stage four cancer. The doctor said it was time to wait, I could only surrender to God and be joined with Ihtiar. My little sister was worried about our grandfather, she couldn't leave her own grandfather.
"Sister, take care of Grandpa when I'm not around!" it was his last wish, many times he spoke to his last breath.
I have my own life in Surabaya, a very hard decision to leave all and choose to live in Bali with my grandfather. Then what about Abi and Umi, I hope they manage the pesantren they have built.
Grandpa turned out to make a variety of crafts that made me interested in trying to market it, offering it to some typical Balinese souvenir shops and there are stores that turned out to like it very much, insyaallah the results will be enough to support grandfather.
Things I did not expect, whether my attachment to him until we were always met in unexpected situations.
"Mas Leon!"
The man was performing the magrib prayer in the same place as me, we were engaged in a short chat. Although short but our chatter is always memorable, he is so innocent with his words that are always straightforward.
I lied about my sister, I Tidka said that my sister had died, her plan to go to Bali for her honeymoon.
The next day, I was surprised when suddenly two people who had just had their wedding stopped at my grandfather's house.
Since we were still in a mourning mood, grandfather deliberately did not open his house for tourist visits, but seeing those who came I could not possibly drive them away. I finally told him about my sister and it seemed that they were so unwell. Just a little while and they chose to say goodbye.
After the departure of Nisa and Leon, my grandfather suddenly asked me to speak seriously. He pointed out another fact of my life, I have another brother, a twin brother.
Grandpa handed me a photo of two kids the same age with different faces.
Grandfather asked me to look for him, he was sure that my brother was not dead. Someone saved him when the accident happened. Name's Dika.
Grandpa wants me to find him, "If it's gone. Grandfather will be at ease when you meet!"
Just armed with a picture of our childhood, I'm not sure he recognized his childhood either. His name may have changed.
When I was coming home, I was reunited with Leon and Nisa. Maybe this is the answer I'm looking for, Leon has a lot of people he also has the ability to investigate.
I also showed him the photo given by my grandfather and asked for his help.
...There are many things in this world that we do not know and the answer is what happens in our lives....
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