Accompanying First Love To KUA
Part 2

Breezes from the rice fields covered the entrance through the open window gap, leaving the smell of wet yard soil. The rain had just subsided since this afternoon. Then I close the window. Nausea with that smell.

Glancing at the round object hanging on the wall, the short needle showed six in the afternoon less than five minutes. Shortly thereafter, a qira-ah was heard from the mosque. His voice is very clear because the location of the mosque with Pakcik's house is not far away.

"Zira, Zira!" call Mommy.

"Yes, Mother, just go in" said slowly. 

Looks like Mommy already wears mukena. He took me to the mosque.

At the mosque, Mommy introduced me to her friends. The village nyia, it fits so. The mothers smiled kindly at me.

"Son Zira, let's stop by Mom's house first" he said.

"Yes, Mom, Zira will stop by sometime."

Out of the mosque, I stood under a tree that grew near the exit of the courtyard of the mosque. Waiting for Mas Fattah.

Fattah was talking to someone. The closer, the clearer the face of the man who was with Mas Fattah. He's a young man ....

"A long time ago, yes, Bab, tomorrow we meet again, asssalamu'alaikum," said Mas Fattah.

He replied with a smile. At first glance he looks at me. His right hand releases the peci perched on the head. 

"Mas Khabab has a family, Mas?" I deliberately walked slowly behind with Mas Fattah, wanting to ask about the young man earlier.

"Not yet" he said briefly, "he's the idol of the girls of this village, if he wants, it could be. Because there is no need to propose, the family of the girl who went straight to his house. However, that's. Not a match."

The family of the girl who went straight to her house? Uwow .. warbiazah ....

"The envious, isn't it?" sindirku.

Mas Fattah encouraged me for asking that question. 

***

Fattah I rarely use a cell phone, huh? Seriously her network is gearing. 

I touched the phone screen violently. Sitting on a branch of a guava tree in front of a low-growing house.

Mas Ajmul must have called me, my goodness .. Why is it so tormented? 

"Haha ...." A mocking laughter sounded. It's nice to see a tortured person. I don't know when he's been standing at the window watching me.

"Oh my God, honey, forgive me. I miss you, too, My Honey. However, what can I do, I am now an orangutan," mocked Mas Fattah.

"Mas Fattah ...!" I went down and felt the flip flops, "pengen Zira throw this, right?" One hand with a waist.

"Hi, Khabab," said Mas Fattah suddenly. 

I turned my head, the sandal that I had raised high, fell by itself from my hand. 

Mas Khabab salutes.

I glanced at Mas Fattah and answered the hail of Mas Khabab stammering. 

O Lord, where is my marwah a woman who is identical with elegance? In the presence of such a handsome man, half my marwah fell .... 

Not staying silent, I quickly stepped in front of Mas Khabab before seeing my next silliness.

"Zira, where are you going?" ask Mas Khabab. He realized I might be embarrassed.

I ignored him. Mas Fattah is an adult, but sometimes still behaving children, like nosy. 

Where is the network, huh? 

I pointed the phone at the corners of the room, up to the chair in the kitchen. Ah, no result. The day after Mas Ajmul called I was sitting on the terrace, trying to find them again there, but there they were.

I crumpled myself on the bed, staring at the ceiling. A moment later the phone rang.

"Mas tired of calling you, not active continue."

Oh, yeah, anything!

"I'm sorry, Mom, there's no signal here" I said.

"Zira! Make some coffee, please. Two cups, yes!" yell Mas Fattah.

Huaaaaaaaaaaaaa .... I want to tear things around.

"Where is my activity today?" Hand poured sugar into the cup.

"Alhamdulillah, smoothly," he said. "At that time, there was a girl of great fervor in Papa's company, want to bacok it feels, I'm my boyfriend, right ******totally child," he said again.

"Huahahaha," my laughter blew.

However, Mas Fattah shouted again. 

"Yes, wait," I responded.

I have two cups of coffee. 

I put my cell phone on the table for a while and went downstairs to deliver coffee for them. I put a coffee cup in front of each one. 

Nobody bullies me, they're passionate about telling stories. I'm back in the kitchen.

"So how's that girl who thinks she's her boyfriend?" ask me more about the topic of the conversation.

"I pekanin," he said casually, "actually he just wants attention," added Mas Ajmul again.

"Some of you anyway, like a walking statue. Btw, dare is also a girl," I said, "try Mas baperin, once."

"Silter."

We both laughed. If the position is now facing. There is no bulkhead. I can definitely see her laugh showing off a fuss. 

***

It was late in the afternoon, the sunlight began to dim. I walk on the road in front of the house. 

"Home, home! Already this afternoon, Do not miss the study in Surau," Pakcik said to children who were playing foot ball on the field, it looks like the rice fields they conjured into a ball field.

"Yes, Uncle, pause again" they said.

"Already, already! go home!" uncle's Order.

With their face of despair they complied, leaving the game they were in.

Hugging the ball, walking home in shaky steps. 

From here I saw them, I unconsciously smiled. Exciting, yes.

Behind Pakcik there is Mas Khabab. It brings leaves.

I heard the pleasantries, Pakcik asked Mas Khabab. It turned out that what he held was a potion for his Father.

"Hi" he said as he passed me. Uncle had already entered the home page.

"Hi." 

"Fattah, where?"

I pointed towards the goat pen beside the house.

There Mas Fattah waved, "Zira! It's not a good afternoon girls outside the house!" his yell.

Mas Khabab frowned and slightly turned his head turned towards Mas Fattah.

"To the house, yes," he said.

Fattah nodded. Then Mas Khabab walked away.

"Mas Khabab" pangilku. He locked up another step. 

"What?"

"Oh, not so." Actually I'm telling you, it's in her hair there's a caterpillar. Pity me too if I don't say.

Khabab is still standing. I told you, "Mad, that's anu, that's a-anu." If I say there's a caterpillar, swept it by hand.

One eyebrow raised, "Why?"

I plucked a sheet of waru leaves that grew near Pakcik's gate. "Try me hunchback," I commanded. He according. 

I removed the itchy caterpillar from her hair. "Well, that's." I showed the helpless caterpillar again lying on the ground.

"Astaghfirullah, Miss Zira, I guess what. Why should it be so tight?" There was laughter that he endured. "Yes before. Assalamu'alaikum."

Mas Khabab still calls me 'mom' when he knows I'm Mas Fattah's cousin automatically younger than him. Ah, maybe as a courtesy or does the look on my face look old? I don't know.

The sound of the woodpecker on the dead betel tree beside my room sounded terrible, the occasional owl interjected.

Mas Fattah does not seem to have returned from Mas Khabab's house.

Mas Ajmul didn't call me tonight. I snored on the bed looking at the screen of the phone. No calls from him. 

Unconscious to fall asleep and wake up when the chanting of the Qur'an in the mosque before the dawn.

.

Today I plan to go to the rice field.

Birds whistling in tree branches near my room. I drop the window curtain, the sunshine peeking out over the hill.

The house looks empty. Looks like they went to the rice field first and didn't take me. 

"Mother!" I went to the kitchen, but there was no word. "Mas Facts!" call next.

Right, the residents of the house do not exist. I was after the morning of the morning prayers again. 

I hook a faded blue hood next to the closet. Then leave. 

Meet Mas Khabab in the middle of the road. He's closing the gate of his farm. I say hello first. He answered with friendly.

"Where are you going early in the morning, Miss Zira?"

"Mas Fattah's rice field is here?"

"Yes. Oh coincidentally, I also want to go there to work on the rice field Pak Tamin," he concluded.

Swinging steps down the path as I exchange stories, about my life in the city and also his life in this village. Dew in the weeds have not been fully picked up by the sun. Makes my sleeves moist. 

The authoritative man, in response to speech, smiles first, speaks in mild language. Mas Khabab is authoritative in my eyes. 

"So, Mom, why didn't you go to college yesterday?" 

"It doesn't suit me there," he explained.

What doesn't fit? I wanted to ask you again, but it didn't.

After passing through the weeds. It looks like the rice field stretches wide, the hills lined up neatly. The rice field is at the foot of the hill, there is still land that is covered with large trees. Then not far from the rice fields there is water falling from the hill. Drainage is made under it so that the water can flow into the rice field. Now they are in planting season. Wonderfully. 

If this place is transformed into a place of factory construction and tall buildings or the like, pity it. 

A blue-haired bird with a red head flew across from me.

"Mas Khabab ...!" Wet already now, I sprained because I did not open the sandal. Byyrrtr .... 

"Don't sleep haphazardly" he said. Expressionless. Then walk again. 

Not helping how? Hand over and say, "wake up." 

"Who did you bring, Bab?" Mas Fattah shouted, he was about ten meters away from us, "Cinderella went down to the rice field, euy ...," he sneered. 

Edan, Sinderplease, yes! 

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