Not Nackal, Nurul!
When It All Starts

The night passes in a party event that presents a new puzzle to Tommy's life.  Tommy is increasingly enamored with women whom Tommy is not so sure it is Nurul or Maria.  To this day Tommy still thinks they are the same person.  It was Nurul who made her fall in love and Maria who made her flutter.

“Lu why bengong just, anyway, from earlier?” asked Brian, his friend who was sitting with him driving after the party.  “That girl, Bro.  Gua is sure he is.. “ Tommy replied with an upright forward view.  Either he was watching the streets or thinking about Maria.

“That's Aunt Lupita?  Jeez, you still think she is the village girl you once knew,” said Brian.  “Don't say she's a country girl!” Tommy was offended by that name.  “Oh, okay okay.  Whatever!  What is clear according to the cave of the girl, WHOSE NAME IS MARIA ITU. “ Brian confirmed the name of the woman.  “Doi not interested in you,” continued Brian.

“Ah, sotoy aja lu,” said Tommy.  “Seriously, cave!  Gua see Maria ga enjoy dancing equally you, to the point that she trampled kakilu right?  Everyone can see, Bro, if it was intentionally done lakin,” Brian said.

Brian's words made Tommy speechless.  He recalls the last time he was with Mary.  Maria says that she likes to have fun with not just one guy.  The way Maria teased him and kissed him was impressed just for fun.  Maybe Brian's words have a point, Maria or Nurul was not interested in him.

Tommy's car stops at a crossroads, waiting for traffic lights to change color.  The burden of thought on Tommy's head makes him careless.  He opened his window, picked up a cigarette and started lighting and smoking it.

While from the other side of the road, someone watched Tommy carefully from inside the car covered in dark glass.  “Not that.. “ muttered someone who noticed it, a woman who was the same age as Nurul.  “What's up, Beb?” said his girlfriend who was sitting by his side holding the wheel.  “That guy, rich I've seen,” he replied.

“That's Tommy, he's on campus with me,” said the man.  Hearing that name, the eyes of this woman were also rounded.  This woman just remembered where she once knew Tommy.  “Di-he is the guy who kidnapped my hero in Jember!” said it.  He was Mirsha, Nurul's best friend while still studying at a boarding school in Madura.

“Ancaptor?” said the man while pursing his lips.  It's a strange thing if people as popular as Tommy want to kidnap young women in the area.  “He said, he picked people up wrong.  Oh yes, at that time he drove drunk, finished drinking,” explained Mirsha.  “Oh, kirain tu son ngelakuin criminal,” said the man was relieved.

“By the way, how's Nurul doing, huh?  I have not communicated with Nurul for a long time.  I miss Nurul,” Inner Mirsha.  After all, Nurul was a friend who helped her so much when Marisha lived in Madura.  Countless times Mirsha troublesome Nurul with his behavior that is difficult to adjust to life in the boarding school.

*

Two years ago…

In a religious education foundation called Pesantren Darul Ulum.  The afternoon atmosphere at the place was always crowded.  The male santri complex is in the north, to the left of the Darul Ulum mosque.  The voices of the santri chanting scripture verses make the afternoon so shahdu.  Meanwhile, the santriwati complex is in the south, precisely on the right of the Darul Ulum mosque.

“Kak, this can already be harvested right?” said one of Nurul's juniors.  “Which one?  Oh, that one.  Yes, that.  Already, just unplug that one.  Do not forget to leave the bumps for us to make saplings later,” said Nurul.

“NURUUL... NURUUL.. “ call one of the employees who take care of the kitchen.  The fat woman approached Nurul in a hurry.  Nurul then stood up and answered the woman who called him.  “What's up, Bhibbhi?” nurul Sahut.  “Nurul, ba’en called father.  Mr ngocak Nurul awaited now to there,” said the fat woman.

Nurul patted his hands to clean it from the debris of the soil.  “Dek, later the harvest is cleaned first, washed and then wiped before being put into the refrigerator.  Do not forget, the roots do not cut,” Nurul told his junior who was squatting to take care of the plant.

“Nurul! Come fast!” bring the fat lady.  “I-iya.”  Nurul stepped in the other direction immediately.  “Eh?  Where to?” ask the fat lady.  “Wash your hands first, Bhik," said Nurul.  “Then, already, later.  Come on, hurry,” said the fat woman who approached him and pulled his arm.  Nurul walked quickly following the fat lady, he wiped his still earth-stained hand onto her skirt.

In front of the meeting hall near the mosque in the front yard of the pesantren were three men and a young woman.  “Nah, that's my son, Nurul his name,” said Nurul's father who is the chairman of the foundation to a dapper-clad man of his age accompanied by his driver.  “Later Mirsha will get used to it here, Nurul can help her adapt,” continued the chairman of the foundation.

The young woman looked around with a look of disdain.  His eyes then headed towards Nurul who was approaching them.  “Jeez, do all the women here wear that rowdy outfit?” his inner.  Long stiff hoods, long sleeved shirts that are not in line with the skirt, plus the stains on the skirt and the tip of the veil Nurul, all of that makes this young woman even less excited.

The head of the foundation also introduced Nurul to Mr. Sudarsono, the dapper-dressed man.  Nurul also joked and said his greetings.  Then Nurul was introduced to the young woman, Mirsha her name.  Mirsha reached out with a forced hand, but Nurul refused.  “Aduh, sorry. I just finished gardening.  My hands are dirty,” Nurul said.  Nurul gave his greetings and welcome to Mirsha or the woman commonly called Icha.

Mirsha directly fanned in front of her mouth while frowning the edges of her nose.  Mirsha's gaze was so demeaning to Nurul.  Nurul felt he was being humbled, but Nurul only faced him with a smile.  Now he is really smelly and dirty. From the appearance of Mirsha and Mr. Sudarsono it is highly visible that they are people from the city.  A little glance behind them also looks a luxury car with a series of vehicle numbers from outside the city.  Nurul understands Mirsha's attitude.

After handing over his son to the chairman of the foundation, Mr. Sudarsono also resigned.  “Pa!  Papa don't want to see how the conditions inside first?” mirsha's protest held her papa away.  Mr. Sudarsono smiled at the head of the foundation and Nurul, then answered the question of his half-whimpering son.  Mr. Sudarsono held shame in front of them because of the actions of his son.

“Papa already said, before deciding to move Icha here, Papa has surveyed this place,” he replied while slightly glancing at the chairman of the foundation.  Mr. Sudarsono smiled back at them and continued his steps towards the car.  Before Mirsha had a chance to say the purpose of holding back her papa steps again, Nurul also turned her attention.

Nurul volunteered to accompany Mirsha around the santriwati complex.  He said softly and kindly.  However, what happened was…