RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 33

Some of us think that our Creator God is very generous. What we want, just by raising our hands and praying, is certain to be done everything we want. But I forgot one thing that God, the All-Hearing and the All-Worshipping, only hears and grants the prayers of people whose intentions are good and right. And prayers that contain the element of good, not bad prayer.

I'm not saying that the prayer I launched into the sky seven weeks ago was a bad prayer. For God's sake, envy is my hope for the common good. I really wanted him to be by my side at the time. Asking for the blessing of my mother and my brothers. It's just, apparently I misjudged the meaning of hope. My prayer for Mas Haris to appear at that time was a veiled evil intention to step on Syafrie's self-esteem.

Verily Allah is Most Forgiving of Prayer. Just look, my bad intentions even came true. Although it's a little late. Mas Haris showed up today. I was expecting her to come last week. The event that I expected to happen last week, happened today. The lover of my heart stepped confidently to meet me.

"Hi, my God." He stood two steps before me, looking down to equalize our height. " It's still pretty" she said. Oh.. God. I soar. He is the lover of my heart. My cheeks are red. Half a life I held back the happy that was blowing in my chest. Until unconsciously a drop of clear escaped from the corner of my eye.

I told the man of my heart to enter the house, at the behest of Brother Mansyah. Then, Kak Mansyah and Mas Haris sat together in the living room. I then stepped into the kitchen to make tea for Kak Mansyah and Mas Haris.

Mama's house is deserted. Understandably, it is now eleven o'clock at night. I'm sure the rest of the family is asleep in the dream.

In the living room, I only found Kak Darre who was watching television. Seeing me coming, he immediately pulled my hand and invited me to sit near him.

" What the hell, Brother. I want to make this drink." I said annoyed. I don't know. ever since I found out that Brother Darre was in Syafrie's stronghold, it made me feel uneasy about him.

" who? " his chin is raised towards the living room.

" My friend, it is! "

" special? " ask again as his hands flick through the pillow in front of him.

" Hmm." I replied with deheman.

" Then Syafrie? " His eyes are filled with dislike. Oh, again Syafrie! Syafrie again..! my eyes are bored.

" I'll give it back to his wife. Done it..! " I rose away from my feet whose mouth was now open wide in shock at my words.

" Asthma, don't be weird - weird, man! " he said half screaming.

" You, ah. Whatever ... "

I still had time to hear my brother's frustrating call but I intentionally cared for my ears. Look how bad I am. My hatred for Syafrie also spread to my brothers. Worse I, when I met Mas Haris I seemed to forget the services of Syafrie who is now kidney one to help mama. Even in my heart I thought of retaliating for what he had done before.

I brought three ceramic cups of flowers - small flowers containing warm sweet tea to the living room. For me, for Mas Haris, and one for Kak Mansyah. I am so grateful that my older brother was willing to leave me and Mas Haris to talk alone. We have a lot to talk about. And I don't want Kak Mansyah to be between the two of us.

" Call Syafrie with you to talk to your friend." sharply eyes Kak Mansyah ruled. I got caught off guard. Mas Haris who had intended to take a sip of tea in his cup until his forehead wrinkled when he saw my expression.

" No need, Brother. We'll just talk for a minute. Yes, Mas. "my eyes are straight looking at the pupil of the man who occupied the space in my heart, hoping he nods his ass. But it turns out I was wrong. The man was too straight in heart. Where would she say would be an impolite daughter-in-law.

" No, just let someone accompany us to chat." he smiled at Brother Mansyah.

I don't know what the two of them were talking about when I made tea in the kitchen. It's just that, after that I found a dislike expression from the look on Kak Mansyah's face.

Obviously he was the matchmaker of Syafrie. Where might he like it if the candidate has a rival.

Seeing me who was just silent, my first brother decided to get up while rolling the holster on his waist. " You're here, let me call Syafrie." she passed.

The gurgling groove of water from the water gutter in front of the house was heard by me. Also the sound of thunder in the sky that compete with each other to draw water in the sky. Maybe soon there will be heavy rain that will batter our village.

Five minutes passed from the last time Mas Haris raised his lips. The silence between us is now an annoying friend. Between me and Mas Haris the silence became the third person who accompanied the situation of the two of us who are still locked lips tightly together. I was clumsy to be under the eyes of the man with those shady eyes.

Simply throwing each other a glance is the way we now let go of longing. Now I believe in the song 'Gurauan Berkasih' from Ancha spin which in the lyrics "Sun Rancor can be treated, if it is already against the eyes.... "

Distance is the most longing poet and sound is the most poetry in the future. Because in reality, I really miss the presence of that shady-eyed man.

Long enough me and the tall, skinny man adored each other through the gaze. Until finally Netra Mas Haris decided it. Now the man's view turned to family photos that were on top of the display cabinet. His forehead creased as he did not find a picture of me there.

" Why don't I see your longest picture there? "

" I'm not on the family card" I replied. He laughed at me hearing my words.

My eyes did not blink looking towards Mas Haris neck as the man sipped tea from the cup he was carrying. Jakunnya up and down when swallowing tea water as if asking for caress by me. Oh, my gosh... Is it possible that the perverted female genie who was present in the Upper Land yesterday came home with me?

" Oh Haris..! " call me. There was a happy explosion in the chest, as I called out the man's name.

" Hm, yeah what? " he turned his head for a while then looked back at the focus on that large frame that had no picture of me in it. I was a bit annoyed at him because he would rather stare at the photo than at me who obviously misses him a lot.

" Well, why not tell me? " i tried to attract his attention in a way pura - pura nambek.

She smiles. " Let it be a surprise" he replied. Then refocus on the picture frame in front of him.

" The four people in the picture look almost like you, but the man holding the little boy is not" she said, pointing at Syafrie and Fadil.

My cheeks are smashed against the sun go Kong stick. What should I tell Mas Haris. My face has changed to white. When should I tell Mas Haris that it's my ex-husband?.... Just sorry. Until lebaran monkey would not come out the words from my biraiku.

" Huh, that's not important. Now explain to me what's the reason Mas Haris just showed up now? " i deliberately put on my annoyed and pouting face so that he would know that I languish here waiting for him.

She smiled seductively. Now his attention is on me. " Kangen, huh? " i threw away an upset face.

" It turns out the road here is quite far, yes Asma. Especially the entrance to this village. The path...God, make me mention it repeatedly. Fortunately, my goddess has a village."

he said while chuckling at the end of his sentence.

"I go through it every day. It can even be many times. I have always adored this village. Regardless of how beautiful this village is, there's a woman I love very much born and raised here." Fadil's father suddenly appeared and took a sitting position next to me.

God, can't you just get Syafrie out of here. The vow.

he ruined my mood if I was as happy as I am right now.

Anyway, what did he say? The most beloved woman? Almost the tea I shaved about Mas Haris' handsome face. I am tickled, my cheeks twitching withholding laughter. He's a really good liar. Where there is a man who loves his woman but in the middle of the road even betrayed so vile. Maybe it's just him.

" Hey, Mas. I know Haris. Close friend, Dewi. eeh sorry, Asthma I mean." Mas Haris reached out his hand complete with his sweet smile. Ah. my man. She thought that by giving Marina's husband a smile, the man would let go of accepting her as a sister-in-law. Mas Haris did not know, if the man whose jaw is now hardened it is not the future sister-in-law but the husband of her lover. If he knew, he could - could the blood flowing from his entire veins would stop flowing.

" Silvia! " Short, dense, clear and looks brash. Mas Haris' hand size is not held. He gave his alms and looked at my man with a sharp look. Itchy my hands want to claw - the claws of his face. Let it ruin his face.

" I'm sorry, Mr. Syafrie. I'm interrupting sleep, Masnya. I have something to explain to Asthma. And he can't wait until tomorrow. " What a great man I am, he still had time to apologize to Syafrie.

" Syafrie, just eliminate the call 'Masas'. And please talk. I'll pretend I didn't hear. "

Hah, I want to laugh at his idea. Pretending not to hear? is he deaf? " Why don't you just go there, you mood-destroyer. The nuisance! " my murmur was upset in my heart.

Once again, the corners of Mas Haris' lips were pulled upwards forming an arch over the thin thicket of his split chin. It succeeded in making the anger in my heart that began to rise slowly fade back. " My goddess, are you ready to hear my story? " not to mention I nodded, I heard the voice of Syafrie who was pretending to cough. I hate that sound that sports like laughing at me.

As a form of my protest, I raised my eyes to kill me who was responded with a look that was deliberately made bloon. Asked through the frown on his forehead 'What am I wrong? " Allahu akbar.

Mas Haris didn't care much about Syafrie whom he thought was my brother. The man then sat on my side and clasped my finger tightly. " Astma, my grandmother passed away? The day I have to see you." Mas Haris face turned cloudy as he started to tell me.

" innalillahi wainnailaihi raji. Why didn't Mas Haris tell me? " I held her hand to tell her that I was sad.

" I'm sorry, Asthma. Actually I want to. But that day I went straight to Grandma's village after arriving in Surabaya. You know, right. My grandmother's village is very remote. To get there, I had to ride a water vehicle again because of its location far from the city. And unfortunately again, while there, the network is very difficult to find. I can't tell you, 'cause I can't get a network." My eyeballs grew bigger after hearing Mas Haris' story. Basic is not yet a match. Network constraints alone can make our dream run aground. If only Mas Haris had contacted me then I would be happy to accompany him.

" So now you already know the reason for my absence, right? " the grip of his hand is getting tighter.

I nodded my head. " I'm glad Mas Haris is here" I said. " So, my God.Please, forgive your mistakes, yes! " His hand moved about to bring my finger to his lips.

" Hmm, it's night. Tomorrow you continue the drama. Show your guest room to your friend. " Without waiting for my answer Syafrie passed. Oh, my God, we seem to have forgotten his whereabouts. He was jealous.I know that, clearly visible. From the beginning, the jaw of the mother-in-law was hardened. Also sharp his eyes pierced the hand braid between me and Mas Haris.

Whose fault? Who told me to wait for a couple who are giving up longing? Hehehe