Not my Man
Father's Response
With the background of the twilight sky, the sun has been replaced by a timid lunar peek. Azmi who looked tired sitting under a fairly shady guava tree, Muezza's father looked up at the sky.
I don't know what attracted the middle-aged man, so he was dumbstruck with a hand that supported his chin. The sound of Adzan spread his daydream, with a sore body he got up and walked with legs that fell towards the mosque near his furniture.
When the middle-aged man reached the mushola gate there was a man greeting him.
“Pak Azmi?” said doubtful.
Azmi raised both her eyebrows then nodded.
“Mashaallah! How are you Mr?” continued the man with a smile.
“My news is good,” he replied with a smile that he gave.
“Shock I see you who never change,” said the man as he patted Azmi on the shoulder.
“Cannot be! I'm old enough,” replies Azmi assures her heart that she knows the man who invited her to talk.
“Your looks and nature are still the same, nothing has changed. What about me?” asked the man after revealing Azmi's appearance.
The man did not intentionally mention his name, he wanted to trap his old friend with a variety of simple questions.
“Not much changed either, only your chin is filled with fine hair and your head is slightly losing hair.” Very relaxed Azmi said that even she did not hesitate to leave the man who had been intending behind her.
He who started him also cannot stand his own game. Angrily the man came back to Azmi.
“You remember me?” ask her frankly.
“Sure!” answer Azmi confidently.
“Then who am I?” he said grinning, he waited for the moment of his best friend's mistake.
“You ...” Azmi pointed at the man while hanging his words.
The lengar-headed man was waiting for the continuation of the word Azmi.
“What is my advantage if I guess correctly?” azmi chuckled.
Azmi's old best friend had started to get emotional about her response and behavior so that the man immediately abluted and left Azmi without a word.
Instead of being angry or Muezza even smiled faintly to find the man's anger. Waiting for other pilgrims to come, the priest finally raised both hands.
The prayers have been done in an orderly manner, all worshippers shake hands with each other. When Azmi cross paths with the man again she reached out and shook her hand tightly.
“How could I forget you Toha!”
At first the man's face was bent and there was no desire to tempt Azmi, but after hearing her name pronounced Azmi. Toha immediately hugged the companions in the struggle in Junior High School and High School, a very happy gray white period of various memories flashed back in the minds of both of them.
“We should find a place to chat,” invite Toha while removing a hug.
The two men rode an iron horse to a coffee shop not far from the Azmi furniture store. There they ordered two cups of coffee while chatting aloud.
“Why did you look so hard earlier?” toha asked with a calm tone of voice.
“Nothing. Just a small problem,” said Azmi covered the sadness of her heart.
“You can't try to lie to me! We have lived together for many years so I know very well your words are just a lie,” beber Toha without shady aling-aling.
The embarrassed Azmi immediately sipped her coffee without answering Toha's question again.
“Nih, I have a little sustenance. You can make capital,” said Toha while offering a brown envelope.
Azmi's self-esteem seemed to be trampled, she admitted that this moment of confusion meets her daily needs. However, abstinence for him received mercy from outsiders.
“I'm sorry Toha. You already understand me inside out, so there's no need for me to explain this heart's content.” The muscular left hand patted his chest.
“Iya I know. But have mercy on your wife and child! They need to eat and meet the needs of the school,” said Toha very clean.
The pull of the envelope lasts long enough, if anyone sees the behavior they will surely stare in wonder. After being tired of doing so, Toha stuffed the envelope into Azmi's pocket.
“Enough Azmi! I hope you can open up again. Forget all these bad circumstances, continue your life full of happiness!” toha's advice while patting his best friend's back.
“Do not refuse! Or you will know the consequences,” threatened Toha with a pointed index finger.
The threat of Toha is very potent, Azmi man flat acute dead style made.
The name of the first child was on the screen of the phone.
“Assalamualaikum, hello!” greet Azmi after saying her greetings while glancing at the face of Toha.
^^^"Waalaikumsalam, my sweet heart,” reply Muezza with a smile that Azmi could imagine from a distance.
^^^
“What's up Brother?” ask Azmi gently.
^^^“Dad ...,” call Muezza, he is not happy to convey what is in his heart.
^^^
“Why hesitate to say it?” asked Azmi urgently.
^^^“Can you pick up Mue at Yoman cafe?” muezza said hesitantly.
^^^
“Where is it? And what's Brother there?” todong Azmi is worried.
^^^“Mue works here, Dad. Later around eleven Mue go home,” obviously scared.
^^^
The mouth of the middle-aged man was tightly clenched, he did not believe the statement of his son. Without warning Azmi immediately disconnected her phone.
Of course it makes Muezza's heart guess what his father thinks about him at this time. He knew very well that his father did not approve of him in this decision, but he only wanted to do something small for his parents.
Sorry Mue yes, dad! Mue just wants to lighten the burden of father and mother.
He said softly in the heart, another on the other lips in the heart. The 18-year-old girl was grieving in her heart, she did not know how to deal with her father later when she was at home.
“Why are you, Mue?” Fenny's voice made the girl surprised and a little faster she wiped her tears away.
Muezza gave a smile and answered a colleague's question.
“Nothing, Brother!”
“You've eaten?” Fenny asked again.
Muezza nodded then left Fenny who was about to eat his dinner menu. After the dinner was missed, the two girls returned to the cafe and greeted all the customers with a sweet smile.
Yoman cafe is always visited by many customers, from young people, office employees and the elderly who hang out while nostalgic for their youth.
There is one Yoman cafe customer who looks like a young man today. Her slang appearance and eccentric hairstyle left Muezza unnerved, graciously welcoming the girl to the old man in his 70s.
“Goodnight, what message would you like?” Showing the sweetest smile.
The black-shirted grandfather refuted his chin looking at Muezza passionately.
“I'm confused what to order?” he said he was trying to sound maco.
Muezza held back laughter at the behavior of the gaul grandfather.
“You want me to help choose the best seller menu here?” muezza said it showed a menu list.
“How yes ..?” The old man lowered his head and rubbed his hair.
“How, how's Cake?” muezza asked not to understand.
The girl straightened her body to look at her two co-workers. It looks like the two people are busy serving other customers, of course Muezza's intention to call them undo.
Very late tonight, Muezza grumbled while neutralizing emotions.
The old man was still with his position, until where Muezza again asked for the gaul's grandfather's order.
"What do you want to order, Cake?"
When Muezza was serious, the grandfather said something that made Muezza mendelik and struggled to swallow his saliva.