My Twin Brothers
part 5's

Viona looks agitated tonight. Already from the isya he tried to close his eyes, but until eleven o'clock at night, his eyes never rested.

He went from his sleep to the bathroom. Perhaps the ablution again could help him sleep quickly, in Viona's mind.

After ablution, he saw the plastic bag that Nek Mimi gave him this afternoon.

"Thank you, Grandma" he said as he stroked the soft plastic.

Viona opened one of the plastic that became the hijab wrapper.

"Two headscarves with the same motif, and different colors. Is this for twins?" he laughed a little at her words.

***

"Woi, so no? Hot hunt" said an adult man from the courtyard of Nek Mimi's modest home. Calling a woman who is wearing a hijab and her socks.

"Yes, just a minute" the woman he was waiting for came out. Angga who was waiting for her from earlier, just stared at the beauty of Viona who was closing the door.

"Heh, daydreaming. Clay what?"

"Eh, no" Angga was unaware that Viona was already in front of him.

They will go to the public cemetery today, on a pilgrimage to Mirna's tomb. It has been a habit for Viona since she left her mother, she will do this once a month.

Viona riding Angga motorbike. They left the house that looked lonely.

'Why this' Viona muttered inwardly.

Again, Viona felt a great pain in her lower abdomen. Lately he has been feeling it a lot, but no one knows.

'Oh Allah, give me strength' in Viona, with a hand that holds towards the body that feels very painful to her.

"Vionaaaaaa, you're dreading me no, anyway? "

Viona was half shocked to hear Angga awakening her from the daydream. Apparently from earlier Angga spoke but did not get a response from the woman who was in the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Eh, yes what?"

"Lu daydreaming? "

"Whataa, no surprise"

"You daydreaming, Vionaaaa? " Angga's voice was slightly raised, so that Viona could hear him.

"No, really. Just not a whimper, hehe. What did you say? "

"You wanna come by the house first?"

Viona's face changed. There was sadness visible from the look in his eyes. Eyes that are almost daily moist from crying hold the longing.

"By, yuk."

***

They sat in front of the rusty gate. While enjoying the twilight sunshine that highlights the house that always looks lonely.

"Yesterday Grandma said something no? "

"Something what? "

"Yes... Just something."

"Yes for Vionaaa. Lu if you say it is not clear" Angga ruffled his head.

"Stop. My new hijab is tangled later"

"Oh new hijab. You dare to be arrogant"

Angga folded his hands in front of his chest.

"Haha. Sure oes. It's a gift from Grandma. It should be arrogant to you, Angga" he said with a mocking face.

"Ck. If you have two, you should share. Not even in a snob."

Viona who heard it was a little shocked. There was a rumbling upheaval inside there, and there was water that was noticeably heating up at the corner of the eye.

"Eh why shut up? "

Viona smiled as she let out a heavy sigh. Trying to neutralize his feelings.

"For whom? If you give it to me, I don't wear it, but calm down. An Angga will soon get his life companion." Angga raised both his eyebrows. Wanted to entertain Viona.

Bugs.

Viona hit Angga's arm just like that.

"Just boy. That hijab, I'll love someone. Someone who will meet me later, or I meet him. And it's... "

'Vina' Inner Angga. Continuing the words of Viona who just hangs.

"Ah is not important. Let's go home"

Viona stood up, left Angga and immediately headed for Angga's motorbike across the street.

'In a moment, Viona. In a moment, in shea Allah' Angga said in his heart, before following Viona to the other side.

***

The night is getting late, as usual Viona can not sleep quickly. He took his phone on the nightstand.

Clik. His hands began to surf on his social media accounts.

'hopefully there is this time' he said in his heart.

He clicked the search field on his facebook account, started typing the name he wanted to search.

Vina Arga Setiadi's

Almost the same name as his. But ever since he moved, people only knew Viona.

There are many names for Vina. From those showing sexy, hooded, proselytizing photos and without profile photos.

Viona clicked on one of the accounts that did not have that profile photo. His fingers continued to scroll down his timeline. There are only photos of the terraced house, with some spruce trees near the gate and vases of flowers lined up neatly around the terrace of his house, which was uploaded without caption a few years ago.

'MaashaaAllah, beautiful' Inner Viona.

Somehow, the account made him curious, he also began to see who his friends were. Just dead accounts. The last time I made a post was a few years ago.

Viona took out her account. Keep the phone next to him. His eyes began to explore the ceiling of his room. There was a longing that suddenly came back turbulent.

'Sister Vina. Which country is my sister in, anyway? What if you come home, I have to speak a foreign language to you? Ah, sister. Your sister is not good at speaking international languages.' a smile on her lips, and a few moments later the eyes closed along with the owner who began to adventure in the dream world.

In the other hemisphere, there was a man who still opened his eyes wide. With his back on the pillow. He smiled, imagining someone who had filled his days as a child.

"Do I deserve to get married?"

"Ah no-no. I don't deserve it yet"

"But I'm the only one who deserves it"

"Ah no-no she is very nice and beautiful. I have to try harder"

Angga still remained arguing with himself, until he ended by squeezing his hair rough.

Ting...

The cell phone above the room cot Angga lit up. Looks like a message came in.

Slowly he confirmed his sitting position, and began reading messages from the contact's name 'Firly'

[Assalamualaikum Angga's. Can you help me, right?]

[Vaalaikumussalam. Yes what is it?] ardently Angga replied to him.

[I'm sorry before, if I disturbed you. Hmm, here. My boss asked me to find some female employees to put in our branch restaurant, in Lombok. Do you have any acquaintances? That's about worth it to work at my boss's restaurant.]

[Tomorrow I wonder, yes.]

[Thank you, Angga]

Last message from Firly that no Angga gubris.

Firly was a friend of Angga's when she was in college last year. She is a good, beautiful and accomplished girl. They were once very close, but Angga chose to start staying away from her when he found out that Firly liked her.

Now Firly works as a manager at a restaurant near Angga's workplace. Sometimes, while away Firly would visit Angga in his office. To just deliver lunch under the pretext of 'New recipe' at his restaurant.

It is not the heart of Angga always acting indifferent to Firly until now. His heart, has been filled by someone who is very valuable to him. Vionas.