Waiting for First Love to Return
Meet Abah

It was a pretty hot day. The sun is directly above the head. In a village that is still developing, there are no skyscrapers that rise, there are still many shady trees on the side of the road. Which makes the hot atmosphere here remains beautiful, with occasional breeze blowing blown. Avoidance of pollutants.

Johan walked down the street, enjoying the view along the road. Not in a hurry even though you miss meeting your lover. At once memorize the road that may be often occupied later. So someday there will be no need to come here depending on the application.

The distance of Marta's house from the lake she had visited was not too far away. It only takes about an hour to travel at moderate speed. Johan's original plan would have invited Arfan to accompany him to meet Marta's father. But on condition first accompany Arfan meet with his old lover. But unfortunately, Johan did not want to wait for Arfan's lover who did not know when to come. Because he also does not want his lover to wait for his arrival too long. Waiting is tedious, waiting makes time go too slow.

Now Johan has reached the area that he will target. From the application of maps, Marta's house is only two hundred meters away. But right now Johan passes through the mosque that is echoing the iqomah, which forces Johan to take a moment to perform prayer dzuhur congregation.

The mosque is quite large when compared to the surrounding residential buildings. But there are only a few people praying. Only the finger count of the dzuhur prayer this time. Today is a holiday, how about a working day? Possibly empty?

Well, that's how it is today. Many build mosques grandly and comfortably, but forget to build the faith of its visitors to be willing to come and enliven the place of worship. It turns out that the magnificent mosque does not guarantee the magnificent faith of the adherents of the religion of the place of worship.

After the prayer Johan did not extend the reading of dhikr. The other pilgrims also came home, there were two people who were still solemn in remembrance and prayer.

"Why papa?" Johan asked the middle-aged man who was walking in front of him. Walking with a little difficulty, it seems that his legs are not all right.

"Eh, not papa. Just a sprain earlier. Bias, son. You're old, jump over a little ditch already sick." The answer chuckled softly, and the road lined up Johan.

"Owh so? Don't forget to order sir, let's not get sick." Johan's polite advice. Pity to see the fathers who walk in distress.

"Faith is that. Abah's son can recite this. By the way who? Which guy? Abah's feelings have never been seen before." He asked probing, watching Johan who looked foreign in his eyes.

"My name is Johan, sir. It was only here this time." Johan replied politely, extending a handshake introduction.

"Owh, so?" Beard.

"Whose father?"

"Call me Abah. Abah Fahmi." Abah answered welcoming Johan's hand.

"Change Fahmi yes?" Repeated Johan who felt familiar with the name. Fahmi's name is quite a market, right? That's why it's not foreign.

"What are you looking for here? Or want to meet family? Or friends?"

"You're meeting a friend, bah." Reply Johan. " Where is his house?" Ask again.

"Abah deket's house."

"Yes, let Johan take 'em, bah." Bargainly.

"No need. Deket. I always walk too." The pull is subtle, with a soft laugh. This middle-aged man seemed to like to laugh, or indeed the person was friendly despite being with a new person.

"Although close, but your leg will hurt again. Later if forced to walk more sick lo." Pointing to the foot that walks a little limp.

"Ah, you son." Patting Johan on the shoulder slowly with a face that is difficult to describe.

"Why, bah?" Johan asked, not understanding what that meant.

"What's wrong, only rarely are there young people today like Johan gini boy. Prayer time will stop by the mosque, care about unknown people.usually other nuda period bodo lah." Praise abah.

"Anything can be done." Smiling with embarrassment. "Yes, let me take you." Please enter his car.

"Aren't you going to see a friend? Pity will be awaited if ngantar abah first."

"Nggk papa is bah. " Inwardly, I also want to hurry. I want to see a girl who makes it hard to sleep every night. But do not have the heart to also see the fathers of the road alone with a dinglang foot.

"What's your job, son?" Abah asked while watching the luxurious car he was riding. It was very different from the car that his daughter owned. This car is very comfortable and not boring. Surely the young man driving it was not an indiscriminate person. Must have a big income, or have a lot of heritage.

"job? What yes?" Thinking while laughing. Confused to answer how. Afraid to say arrogant.

"Whatever it is, it's definitely a big pay, right?" He chuckled, still admiring the vehicle he was riding.

"My work salary is uncertain. "

"Owh. Entrepreneur huh?" Guess abah, who was only answered laughing by Johan.

"You are a math teacher." Add it with pride.

Throughout the journey, I have told a lot about my work. Johan only occasionally responded as necessary.

"Tu. The house with the blue paint is my house." Abah pointed to the house that was near. Which makes Johan turn his car.

"Well stop by first? " Take it when it's down, but Johan instead get in the car again, ready to go.

"Other times abah. I'm in a hurry, I'm going to see a friend first. Pity if he waits for a long time." Refuse Johan subtly.

"Oh so? Yes, later if there is time to stop by. " Abah is not pushy, understand the situation.

"Yes, abah." He said politely, and again drove his vehicle.

Before coming to Marta's house, Johan intended to find lunch first because the stomach was hungry. Can't come first to eat? Yes if welcomed well, if it turns out that Marta's father was not happy with his arrival how? So anticipate if it turns out later not told to eat, so look for food first rather than hunger.

In this village there are not many food vendors like in the city. It is quite difficult to find a food seller to prop up the stomach. There are only small shops selling basic food, a little big store selling fertilizer and poison pests and other plantation needs.

After almost half an hour driving around, Johan finally found a lotto that was quite crowded.Name a new person huh? Do not understand the location of the area. Search through maps, also free. Many merchants stalls are illegible in the application.

After being full, Johan opened his cell phone again to find Marta's house. Kicking cheerfully imagining a happy meeting. Eliminate shadows rejected by prospective in-laws. You still have to prepare yourself if that happens. Imagine Marta's father who said fierce.

Johan follows the direction indicated by the app. Drove the car slowly down the road with a little wonder.

"It's not wrong, is it? Isn't this Fahmi's house?" Johan looked at the house in front of him. The house he had visited. And while looking for Marta's house, it turns out she was led to come back here. The problem was when he was with me he did not see a cell phone.

"That's it." Seeing Marta pacing the door agitatedly. Maybe he's waiting.

Johan turns his car into a home yard when he believes it's Marta's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum." Greetings Johan when he parked his car, and came down with a big smile when he knew who welcomed him.

"Waalaikum salam. How long is it? No nyasar?" Marta asked worried because her boyfriend was late.

"Sorry, wait a long time?" Walk closer and stretch your arms ready to embrace, releasing longing.

"Please enter the mas. Abah is waiting for you." Marta avoided Johan's reach.

"Eh, Johan boy anyway? Are you done with your friend's business? " Task Abah who just came out to see who the guests are.

"meaning?" Martha was confused by his brother's words. Looking towards Johan for an explanation, but Johan only scratched his head wrongly.