Accompanying First Love To KUA
Part 03's

I told Mas Ajmul at length about going to the rice fields today.

"Ra, you're not used to it. That's not your job" concluded Mas Ajmul.

"Now I don't live in the city anymore, Mas, so have to adjust."

"ngeyel. I don't want my girlfriend to scratch her hand."

"Uwek," sneered.

He even laughed. 

"Mas, how was that girl yesterday?" I'm trying to find another topic. 

"Not here anymore, it's been moved to another place with Papa." Mas Ajmul told.

I leaned at the foot of the bed. One pillow in the lap. "Nobody bothers me anymore."

"That's a loh, even though he's Papa's music friend's son."

"Oh, huh?" 

"Ra, have you eaten?" Why did Mas Fattah suddenly collapse?

"My brother, have you eaten?" reworked.

Upset not playing with that guy, why the hell did God send me a cousin like Mas Fattah?

"Who, Ra?" Ajmul asked.

"Mas Fattah."

"Say what?"

"Tell me to eat" I said.

"So you haven't had lunch? It's two o'clock."

Mas Ajmul also took the sewot.

"Not yet, anyways busy talking to you," my dear.

"Where the hell, having a boyfriend is not very considerate. Get the chicks to eat."

"Mas Fattah, would you please just shut up?" I shouted at Mas Fattah, then said to Mas Ajmul, "then Mas yes, Zira wants to eat."

"Okay, Assalamu'alaikum, ntar the night Mas called again, yes."

"Yes." Yeah."

While eating Mas Fattah took me to Mas Khabab's house, I went along.

He was actually a smart young man, smarter than Mas Fattah. However, his ideals were forced to be abolished because he saw the condition of his sickly father. So now he chooses gardening, sometimes helping others to work on the rice fields. He became a slave laborer. Despite this, he remains idolized by the girls of this village, including one of Pak Lurah's children named Putri. 

In fact, there was the girl's parents from the city who came to propose to her. Initially bidding for a job, but afterwards asked Mas Khabab to be a son-in-law. However, in a way like a learned man, he rejects the subtle. 

His language, manners and hospitality make people hypnotized. Linger with him. 

"That's lucky, whoever the girl who got it. A simple young man, but has a million charisms." Fattah closes the story.

The strong man greeted us. Mas Fattah and I chose to sit outside, in a small hall next to his house. 

Bayu hit, bring calm. Around the house, coconut trees towering. Spacious cocoa plants in the garden behind his house. 

It does not seem to belong to Mas Khabab, because the fence does not blend with the fence of Mas Khabab house. 

Then came out of the house a man, "Why was Fattah not told to come in, Bab?" ask her.

Some of her hair started to turn white. Nevertheless, it appears he was once a handsome man in his time.

"Here alone, sir, while looking for the wind," said Mas Fattah.

"This is your wife, Fattah?" 

I think this man is Mas Khabab's father.

"Ehe, no, sir, I'm Mas Fattah's cousin." I whinesan. Cute Abis mistaken for his wife Mas Fattah.

The fruit fell not far from the tree. They are similar, Mas Khabab a copy of his father. The only difference is that Mas Khabab is still young.

At Mas Khabab's house was a girl. Slightly stunned when he saw her coming out from behind. Her sister?

After being told, it turns out Mr. Lurah's son. His house is behind Mas Khabab's. Named Princess. 

Oh, Putri .. the girl Mas Fattah told me about on the way. 

***

Two more days Mas Fattah here, after which he returned again to the city after taking a two-week leave.

He worked there, in a company engaged in architecture.

"Zira, you are a trust for us. You just stay here. What you need, let Mas send money," concluded Mas Fattah. "You can go to the weekend to buy necessities" he added.

"Zira is lonely here, Mas," I whine. Yes, I am very lonely here. I hope my cousin understands my situation.

"Otherwise, you can call me twenty-four hours."

It will be hot for my ears. 

"Didn't Zira have any knowledge? Why not try sharing with children, take tutoring for example every afternoon at home. It's not enough to make Zira lonely anymore."

Yes, too, yes. I didn't think of getting there. I speak English, because yesterday I went to FKIP in English. Btw, my goal from childhood was to become a teacher. Did I just try Mas Fattah's advice, huh? 

Mas Fattah sat on a long chair located on the terrace near the stairs, while I sat on a block located under a mango tree while scribbling the ground using bamboo slats.

"Stop playing that, will you? Don't be like a kid" he said.

"Yes yes." I threw the bamboo slats I was holding to the side.

"This terrace is spacious, bring the children here, ask for the help of the Princess, surely she wants to help you."

The princess? I was with him pretty familiar. But, does he want to?

Until the day Mas Fattah returned to the city. 

"Every fifth, Zira goes to the bank because Mas sent her money" before leaving.

"Yes, Mas," I said. 

.

The splashing of the river water sounded melodious, I sat under the waterfront waru tree. Mas Khabab was sitting fishing so I sat down even more, while I was on top.

He passed in front of the house carrying a hook. I was alone at home so asked to come along.

"According to Mas, what's happy, anyway?" I finally found a topic after thinking hard.

"Why did you ask that?" ask him not to look.

The wind blows, it feels. Also the leaves of the teak tree fell.

"Because Zira saw Mas Khabab's life happy-happy, how did Mas look at life so that it can always seem happy like that?"

"It's good for me to appreciate what's already there and look for what I need not what I want."

I'm listening.

"However, that does not mean when it seems happy there are no more sides of sadness. Just trying to cover up, we can be weak why can't we be strong? isn't everything created in pairs? Weak and strong, sad and happy, down and up." His mouth continued to argue, while the hand put a bait in the eye of his hook.

Kugaris underlined his every word.

Life is so, there is always a point of choice and doubt. I am tired of living in this village. In the past, there was no sense of anything, could obey obediently, because he was in the lazy phase after struggling with college. But now I want to work.

.

"Sir Zira, this Ayu can't, how, huh?" 

I do private English lessons every afternoon. Thank God you are not lonely anymore. The princess always accompanied me, as well as Mas Khabab occasionally.

When I was having an afternoon break on the terrace Mas Fattah called.

"What, Mas?" ask me directly without greetings.

"Eh, what greetings?"

"Greetings at his house, my private tutoring son who is a neighbor with the Princess, right?" candaku.

Laughter was heard from Mas Fattah.

"Racid?"

"Alhamdulillah, no" I said.

I picked up a paper tear that the kids were doing while making the plane. Crayon forgot to take them home.

"It's not lonely, is it?"

"No. By the way, Mas' idea was brilliant too, yeah." Somehow his expression when I give a compliment. Usually prancing.

"Who else dong, right, huh?" he said, "but Mas misses you too, because he does not know here who wants to spell who."

"Eat him quickly find a shot," I continued while holding back a laugh.

Suddenly Mas Fattah was silent, shortly after that the call was ended.

Yes ampuuunn, Mas Fattah .. I forgot that sentence of horror for you .... 

Seriate