The Incomplete Love
Moving On

The trip to Yogya was awkward for Thoriq, Kala, and Aira. After what happened the night before. Only Liam behaved normally, enjoying the local snacks he bought along the way.

Thoriq looked back and forth at Kala from the rearview mirror. Her son sat up facing the window. I don't know what's on his mind. Aira was silent as well, occasionally sighing.

“Uncle Devan, do you know where the exciting goa tour is? I want to go there. At the insta I saw many interesting. When I went to Switzerland I was once invited by Daddy to goa es, very exciting. We can see the natural process that has occurred,” cerocos Liam while chewing the skin of the crisp plug.

“There are several cave, the most popular Goa Pindul. If in line with our tourist attractions are Goa Kiskendo and Goa Kidang Kencana. It is said that the two are connected.”

“Aya have you ever?” Aira asked who was sitting next to her father.

Thoriq smiled thinly, at the beginning of the wedding, he and Qiara like to stop by a tour to Yogya before returning home to Solo. They like tourist attractions that are rarely visited. At that time, goa tourism was not trending.

“Alhamdulillah already.”

“Sama Aunt Qia?”

Thoriq nodded, inwardly wondering why Aira asked that. Her daughter said nothing just looked back out.

Liam searched the internet and said, “Ke Goa Kyang Kencono aja yuk, he said close to the Sky Swing Watu Jaran.”

Thoriq asked his two children, “How about Aira? Agree no?”

“Not a problem.”

“Aira follow Mas Kala aja.”

“Aaiiirraaaa .. don't want to follow me, nih?” Ask Liam in a prank tone. The so-called pretentious cut down but at the corner of his lips was a slight smile. Liam's curse made the atmosphere a little more fluid.

From the rearview Thoriq glanced at Liam who was replied with a blink of one eye.

“Yes Allah, Qia, Pray that you are steadfast and patient in facing this Love Guru.”

They arrived at eight o'clock in the morning, Thoriq was grateful that there were officers on guard. He paid for the entrance ticket and the ticket to take the swing.

Thoriq and three teenagers walk along the motorway. Even though it is still morning but the air is a little sultry. Liam and Kala's face was flushed like a tomato.

Several times they cross paths with a group of teenage girls or young mothers who are stunned by the good looks of Liam and Kala.

Thoriq watched Liam and Kala coolly joking disrespectfully. Instead he saw Aira who was pouting every time he heard the comments of the women for Liam and Kala.

Lovingly, Thoriq embraced his daughter and kissed her head. Her daughter is big now.

They went through a hiking trail to get to the edge of the gorge. Kala, Liam, and Aira admired the view of the green hills. Clear blue sky with clouds. The group of flying birds formed a formation and moved from tree to tree.

“Tiang pinten, Sir?” Ask the swing officer to ask Thoriq how many people will ride.

“Tigo. Kulo mboten legitimate,” his answer explained that only three teenagers will go up.

“Guanteng and ayu, putro kalean putrine.”

Several officers were gossiping about whether Liam, Kala, and Aira were young, up-and-coming artists.

“Alhamdulillah .. safe tho, sir?”

“Jih safe, in shea Allah. Sumiyin bade sinten up?”

(Yes safe, in Shea Allah. Who was going to go up?)

“Aira want to go up first?”

“No, Liam or Mas Kala aja first.”

“Aaaiiiiraaa, let's ride duluaaan,” Liam with ignorant eyes never get tired of bothering Aira. The bullied just sneered and then took to his father for protection.

“OK, I was, yes, Uncle. When photographing me a lot,” his word and then give a phone to his sister.

“Ay ay ..” Kala then took a position to get the best angle.

Swings mounted as high as 800m from the bottom of the ravine are indeed challenging adrenanalin anyone who ascends it.

After the officers installed the safety device, Liam was asked to sit on the swing. The big new man was grinning before the officer took off the swing.

“Wuiii... wuiii..” Liam is excited when he swings past the edge of the abyss.

“Aaaah this is amazing! Wuiiii ..”

Some visitors follow taking photos of teenagers who like themselves. Thoriq watched Aira who was trying not to see Liam. Presumably Aira's efforts were unsuccessful as he did not even blink looking at her.

“Ai, don't be dumb, ah.”

“Aira is not dumbfounded, ordinary aja keleus,” said his son with judes and approached Kala who was busy taking photos.

Kala laughed grimly as she continued to press her thumb into the white circle on Liam's hape screen.

“Let's see each Liam swinging forward, his front hair riding like a parrot.”

Aira chuckles.

“I photoin every time he goes forward aja.”

“Eh do not later Liam angry.”

“Ngak ding, I've taken what he's handsome. Nih ..” Aira saw a photo of Liam who was laughing in joy, suddenly his heart rippled. A foreign taste that has never been experienced.

Confused, Aira ran to hug her father.

“Ayaaa ..”

Thoriq stroked the back of Aira's head which hid the face to her chest.

“It’s normal Aira. No what. But clearly, Aira must keep her eyes on him because Liam is not your mahram. Keep the veil at home, don't talk to each other. If you want to chat there must be Aya and Mas Kala.”

“Aya what the hell, the Aira people did not why,” reply Aira with a sulking voice covering her shame.

“Iya, yes, but remember Aya's message. And this applies to all guys who are not mahrams yes,” Thoriq added gently but with great emphasis.

Aira nodded, still burying her face in her father's chest.

After the three got on the swing, they stopped by a stall. I ordered iced tea and a camplon. Kala and Liam are curious about tiwul. Kala likes it but Liam is not too. But the child is consequent and still spends his share.

“Ai I took your photo nih.” Liam shifted his hape screen. A series of photos of Aira with a silly expression were captured by her camera.

“Liam! Ugly! Delete!”

“No, Aaiiiiraaa.” The one who was told to even chuckle then keep the hape in his pants pocket.

Aira looked at him angrily but did not dare to act any further.

“Aya! Liam ..”

“Udah, later also Liam will delete, right?” Thoriq stared deeply at Liam's netra so inevitably the teenager nodded.

They all no one knows if Liam also took many photos of Aira who laughed cheerfully and looked beautiful. Love Guru chose to show his ignorant nature and hide his true feelings.

***

“Astaghfirullah, wear fall also my clock,” complained Hanna who was standing on the roof top of a hospital. Seen the clock giving his mother lying on a concrete deck under the roof top.

Hanna bent down trying to reach with a broom found. He continued to reach and reach until he suddenly felt his waist being pulled.

“Awas falling!” Exclaim that man.

“Heh, why hold-hold, huh? Want to pervert, huh?” Hanna used a broom as a weapon to beat up the confused man plus the pain of a broomstick.

“Ukhti, ukhti, stop! I don't want to pervert.”

“Halah, the man's mind is dirty all.”

“Ukhti times that his dirty mind squirms me,” exclaimed the jol man was no less loud.

“Innalillaahi! You look out heh!” Hanna held up a broom and chased the man who was trying to escape.

The man finally managed to run to the stairs and disappeared.

Hanna fixed her veil, veil, and gown and went back to trying to get her watch. After a few times, the effort succeeded.

“Alhamdulillah, it turns out the connection began to sag. Later if I payday I have to go to the market to change,” muttered Hanna while fixing her watch so as not to miss again.

The time is ten o'clock and fifteen minutes, meaning the interview with the hospital's administrative assistant will begin within the next quarter of an hour.

Hanna's been living in the pesantren for a month. Learning about religion, discussing, and worship became a routine that he was very much looking forward to every day.

A thirty-two year old woman no longer wanted to misstep.

He decided to wear a robe and veil to strengthen his heart.

Ustadzah Nurlaila or commonly called Ela is very happy with the presence of Hanna because it is reminiscent of her daughter who died in consecutive accidents on the toll with her father.

Although welcome to stay for free with Ela, it does not mean Hanna wants to take advantage of the situation. When not studying then he worked as part of the pesantren administration.

There Hanna tidied up all the pesantren student data so that it was easily accessible to teachers. Hanna often laughs at her once-obsessed self Thoriq and forgets her dream of becoming an independent woman.

He graduated with the best grades in the field of business administration. Now Hanna wants to practice the science she still remembers.

Hanna needs income. From one of the teachers he heard the hospital in the city needed honorary energy to work every Sunday. After asking for Ela's permission, Hanna sent a cover letter.

Today he will be interviewed by a purchasing assistant. A little nervous, Hanna's the hospital manager's office on the sixth floor.

“Good afternoon, I have an interview appointment with Mr. Dicky,” a message to the receptionist.

“You with Mom Hanna Andini?”

“Betul, Bu.”

“Good, please tap door number three from left.”

Hanna nodded, after chanting basmallah she knocked on the door.

“Log in,” answers from indoors.

“Good afternoon I Hanna .. innalillahi wa innailaayhi roji’uun.” Hanna looked at the man who had just opened his jacket. The man also reflexively said the same sentence.

Pecking to break up Dicky's awkwardness said, “Alright, it turns out we think of each other as calamities. Will we go ahead or ..”

“Sorry, Sir. Continue, continue.”

“So we're clear please open the door wide so you don't expect me to be lewd. I did not expect that word is still used in the millennial era.”

“Once again sorry, sir. I really thought you were going to prank.”

Dicky shook his head.

“Nih.” He showed me pictures of himself and his wife and two children.

“If only you know, I used to have to serve many men who have married,” murmured in heart. Hanna unknowingly reminisces about her bitter past.

“Bergidig, why?”

Hanna did not expect this man in front of her to notice and have a mouth.

“No, Sir. There were memories of the past that suddenly appeared. No relationship with Mr.”

“Ooh, yes already please sit.”

Hanna followed Dicky's orders. He lowered his gaze.

“So just a month out of the toilet?”

Stunned, Hanna affirms herself to accept the stamp she will carry with her wherever she goes. Ex-convict.

“Betul, Sir.”

“Weight is also the case, yes.”

Hanna's throat suddenly felt dry.

“That's how sir, I used to be stupid, I justify many ways to find happiness. I pay with ten years in jail, without any reduction in sentence.”

“Continue now insyaf? Sure?”

“I'm still working, sir. Please pray.”

“Ih what?”

“If we pray for others for good, then in shaa Allah the angel will also pray for us, Sir.”

Dicky looked into Hanna's eyes, which never looked at him.

“Yes, enough interviews for today. No work experience, no one wants to ask. Later tabbed.”

“Thank you for the time and once again sorry I have accused you of being a pervert, wassalamualaykum.”

“Waalaykumussalam.”

Coming out of the hospital, Hanna felt thirsty. These questions deeply touched his feelings. Dicky's unshakable misery targets his weakness.

That day the sun was quite hot. Hanna peeked at the wallet, the money was ten thousand. Just enough to go back to the boarding school when he was thirsty half to death.

“Ah already than have to go home on foot.”

At the establishment he climbed an ojek after a bargain was quite fierce. Hope to get some good news from the hospital soon.

Arriving at the boarding school, Ela was waiting for him and immediately said her greetings.

“Son, eat first, you must be hungry and thirsty. I've cooked pecel catfish and vegetable lodeh. Simple, old date,” he said while chuckling.

“Maa shaa Allah, thanks mom.”

While enjoying lunch, Ella said, “Two weeks later there are three santriwati will enter. Please prepare everything. Their files are the same as Bu Ruqoyyah.”

“In shaa Allah, Bu.”

After eating, Hanna cleaned the dishes and headed to the pesantren administration office.

Bu Ruqoyyah gave the transfer santri file which will enter in the next two weeks.

Hanna's hand trembled as she read one name she had removed from her heart: Kamelia Aira Princess Thoriq.

***