What happened to HUMAIRO
#02

Azan zuhur's voice rang out. The weather this afternoon was scorching and moving. The wind that blows is like carrying heat, making people prefer to stay silent in their respective rums.

The atmosphere inside the house looked lonely. Humairo opened his eyes slowly. He felt his body hot. Sweat on his forehead and neck rubbed him with the end of his blanket. His head felt dizzy and several times he looked at her.

Humairo grabbed the phone beside him. He rubbed his eyes many times. The number of digital clocks in his phone is still faint in his view. Humairo was upset. It's been over one hour. He got up and leaned on the back of his bed while resting his feet. He held his stomach hungry.

Humairo put his cellphone back. After tying up her unraveling hair. With a heavy movement, he got up, and with a staggering step he walked towards the kitchen.

He saw a plastic container of food cover on the table with a glass of water beside it. As usual, Ainul had left him food for his morning breakfast. As usual, he could guess. Today the menu remains the same, fried rice. Humairo smiled as he closed the plate. It evaporated long. After making sure there was food to eat, Humairo stepped into the bathroom.

Mmmh, the fried rice made by Ainul is delicious, not in vain he lives in this house. He murmured in his heart. But alas, it seemed like he had to buy packaged rice in addition to his lunch this time. He still felt not full either.

After putting his dirty dishes into a tub filled with water, Humairo stepped back towards his room. He then took a blue wallet from his closet drawer. Only one piece of five thousand rupiah left in his wallet. He just remembered, last night he had spent his money to treat his friends to eat padang cuisine. His total expenditure last night was one million rupiah.

Humairo threw his body on the bed. He sighed heavily. If there's no money today, he'll starve tonight. The internet is over. He was very worried that if later tonight he would spend his nights without any activities. Want to watch tv, tv at his house has been damaged by his own act of throwing it with a glass filled with water, only because Ainul never watched it.

Humairo smiled. It was like a solution had appeared in his head. He rushed back to the kitchen. He then checked the sack of rice placed in the corner of the kitchen. Humairo smiled. Young date soon. Soon Ainul will receive his wages as a marbot of the mosque. He estimated that the sack contained a quintal of rice. If one kilo of rice costs eight thousand rupiah, then he will get eight hundred thousand rupiah. A lot of numbers. He can eat well later at the restaurant. Also to buy kouta internet, for him and for David as well.

Humairo was still sitting on the porch of his house. The rice buyer he called an hour ago did not come. She had been dressed up so well since, hoping that someone who would buy her rice would come and she could leave with David soon. Several times David called him, he was afraid David was angry and left him.

A black pick-up car stopped in front of his house. A man sitting next to the driver got out of the car and approached Humairo. Humairo looked upset.

"What a long time, I've been waiting for an hour" Humairo half glared at the man.

"Sorry, the car broke down. Oya where is the rice," she replied smilingly as she scratched her head. Humairo did not answer. He chose to enter the house. The man followed her from behind. After considering it, the man gave some money to Humairo.

"When if you want to sell rice again call ya," said the man while carrying rice on his back.

"But if it's too late like this I'll sell it to someone else" Humiro said in a still upset voice. The man just smiled.

After counting the money in his hand, Humairo put it in his wallet. He smiled with satisfaction and stepped onto his motorcycle. After heating the motor for a moment, he left the house.

Ainul had just finished praying in the mosque. As usual, the prayer congregation will be silent for a moment to listen to a little study from Ainul.

Ainul turned his body towards the prayer congregation that was still cross-legged behind him.

Ainul sat down. His legs are stretched out while he slowly sorted. He felt so tired today. His body was starting to feel bad too. He couldn't rest last night because the air was so cold. At exactly three o'clock when his alarm went off, he chose to go to the mosque.

"Assalamualaik."

A woman's voice said a greeting from outside the mosque. Ainul turned his head and was seen by a black hooded man entering the mosque.

Ainul was shocked when the woman opened her glasses. Ainul immediately stepped out of the terrace of the mosque hoping that the woman would follow him.

Ainul invited the woman to sit down.

"God Revi, why are you looking for me here. This is Revi mosque. What would people say if they saw us together here. I'm married and not good with other women like this" Ainul said, shaking in disbelief.

The woman looked to the side.

"Married? But you realize, the woman you married did not want you at all. You got married after all because of her mother's request, right?" said the woman called Revi.

Ainul sighed and once again shook his head.

"Regardless he wants it or not, we are legally married as husband and wife, both religious and governmental. I'm not going to divorce her. I love my wife" said Ainul steadily.

"you mean? Keep what about our relationship," said Revi began to get upset.

"My answer is clear. I love my wife" Ainul said firmly. Revi looked annoyed at Ainul's stern reply. He took his bag and got up. Without saying goodbye, he left Ainul. A long grunt accompanied the sound of his steps getting further away. Just a few steps away, there was a sobbing sound from his mouth.

Ainul. He stared fixedly at Revi's body which was getting away from his sight. He had to say no to Revi in the hope that Revi would no longer contact and meet him.

Ainul's tears looked sad. He had spent three years dating Revi, before he was assigned to the village. He could not deny that there was still love in his heart for Revi. Revi is a loyal girl. He may not come to see her anymore, because there are still many men waiting for him out there. Her face is quite beautiful even though the value is still below Humairo. He will have no trouble getting another man. He thought the woman was desperate because several times he had to disconnect his phone. Ainul hoped that this time he could completely forget about it.

And of him whom Humairo does not want, let it be a test of his patience. The earth is always spinning, and so is fate. Everything can change, just test the patience to achieve that change.

Ainul clenched his body tightly when the wind that blew felt cold. He began to feel his merry body he could not force to stay there. He had to call Haji Salman to replace him in charge of the mosque today.

Ainul picked up some scabbards and cocoa clothes in a closet in the back corner of the mosque. He put it in a black bag. After closing the doors of the mosque, he went home.