Nyctophile
Luka

The hot sun was now turned into the shade of the afternoon, and this afternoon it rained quite heavily, so that we had to wait for the drops to stop a little, it was the meatball stall that became our shelter, even though our clothes were barely covered.

"Bang Fahri, why?" I said, finding my heart on the water of my sister's face.

"No," he answered briefly, looking back at the rain that was falling more and more.

"Hindu or still not sincere emm?" said I'm back.

"Just miss, Za if Abang will go, wherever it is, Brother tipped father and mother ya."

"I mean Brother?" I'm freaking out because my brother's not usually this serious.

"Next month Abang wants an official trip to Padang, maybe will stay there, until the period of Abang's death runs out, Brother is afraid that the father and mother are just alone."

"Can't be pushed back? until Za's job is done, Za's brother is a few months away from Za's trip to Qatar as the last responsibility in Za's employment contract."

"Take them to Jakarta, your apartment is quite spacious Za."

"Then? when Za goes to Qatar?"

Bang Fahri's face turned lethargic he took his breath and smiled.

"Perhaps after returning from Qatar alone Za, for a few months you are sure your father and mother are not papa, but later you are afraid."

"Oh, after Za returned from Qatar, Za did intend to want one more house with father and mother, pay attention to both of them, Za was just afraid, could not prove Za's devotion to father and mother, Za said, moreover Abang know what Za used to be like, fierce women who do not want to obey, women whose hijab is just camouflage."

"But now you're changing? now Za who you know is a beautiful woman with soft words, a quiet woman and not much to want, thank you for changing."

"Don't mention the word Solehah in it?"

"No Za, your Soleha is still too far away, still retreating during prayer? still often expect other than Allah and still like to be arrogant? That's a long way away."

"You're right, thank you for reminding Za."

"Together, let's go home, it's almost magrib too, the rain has also subsided."

I looked outside the meatball stall, it had indeed turned into a light drizzle with moderate wind.

Arriving at the gate of my house that is not how much, I glanced at my brother who was also staring at me while scratching his head.

"Who?" ask bang Fahri about a blue Honda Jazz parked in my yard.

"Come in, you'll explain." Brother pulled my hand, but I clean hard not to go into the house.

"Explain or this second also Za back to Jakarta!" i firmly.

"The father asked him to come."

"Abang also does not know Zana" he explained and then stepped foot inside.

I followed my brother, lowered my head when I entered the living room, I was reluctant to meet this man, I don't know I'll explain why, who he is and why I hate him so much.

"Assalamualaik." I immediately went to my room on the second floor, but my father prevented me with his words.

"Zana, son of Ares came to meet and talk to you." The father's words made me look at the man in glasses.

"Sit for a while you will go inside." said the father leaving me who was still staring under the stairs with a look of hatred, gradually with a feeling of annoyance I sat in front of the man with glasses.

"Don't create a new paragraph, please get into the main topic!" my growl.

"Even the main topics will also form an paragraph" he replied.

I stare at the table, I don't want to look at the man, because every time I remember his name or face, I want to stab him with a knife.

"When you come back from Qatar, I want to marry you" he said.

My eyes are heating up, my heart is hurting.

"I don't want to." I said, refusing.

"But your father wanted it!" abugn.

"You know I'm a dissident, so what if I do the same thing again as I did before?" my stare sharply hit his face.

"Can't we forget everything and we're friends?"

"All in your illusions, I will never fall into the same hole a second time, you understand? what do I want now? so why is it still in front of me better to go and stay away." I said.

"Zana, forgive me for everything, forget everything Zana, I'm sorry."

"Repent? only now? where is your regret? why not apologize and dare to come when I am devastated! even more precisely why did you do everything without thinking twice?"

"Zinza..."

"Enough! you better leave now before you and mom know who you are! go!"

"They already know, even I've told you everything about us, and for that I want to marry you to take responsibility, make amends for my mistakes."

"I don't want that responsibility, I'm healed, and I don't want to go back to tearing the wound."

"Zana, do you know how I've been through the day since then? I was devastated just like you, I got divorced with Aisyah I just married one Sunday, I regret, I was looking for you, until I saw you in a poster in a makeup magazine, she said, I'm looking to find out where you live, if you're okay, I'd like to see you too, but only now do I have the courage."

"Go!" I said, my tears are almost spilled, but I will not show this man, never!