Fatma's First Love
PPKM
The wind spirit greeted the cool when the basin was not yet perfect to show itself. Sunrise is etched so beautifully in the sky there. The leaves were fooled to and fro, as the wind met unceasingly. The stretch of sky without an edge was only filled with light blue color without a wisp of silky soft white cotton.
Allah ... how beautiful is this of Your creation? Although, this morning cold weather is coming. Not cloudy, not raining. Not parting, not being able to unite, like love. Like love that is often spoken with words alone.
Staring nervously at the light green old building in front of him, Firman took a slow step. When he was a child, he would often come to the house with his parents who had been picked up by the Divine. The house was not much different than before. Still same.
The gate is not too high, a small garden with a pair of medium-sized swings nangkring on the edge of the house. Firman developed his smile, this is the home of a girl who used to be until now still admired. Who else if not Sharifah Fatmawati. Women who are always viewed by the Word secretly in the corner of the building or classroom corridor. And the girl who made Firman feel trembling and nervous could not answer when she accidentally joined him.
With a very slow step, the Word approached the guard. The man can only come in the morning, because after teaching later Firman has a college agenda and helps develop a cafe business owned by the late father and mother.
“Spirit Word! You can do it." Men with white shirts combined with black pants and pantofel shoes make the Word look more and more dashing. Do not forget the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Sighing and confirming the clothes, the man stepped slowly with a heart condition racing above the normal threshold. Blood flow stops flowing. However, as much as possible the Word shows a bright face.
He greeted the security guard at the time. “Assalamaicum. Morning, Sir. I would like to meet Mr Sabil Maulana, is this really his home?" ask the Word is just a pleasantries.
The security guard nodded. “Iya, Mas. Have you made an appointment with Mr Sabil?”
Word becomes the answer. “I'm his old best friend's son as a child, sir." The man accompanied with a smile.
“Ohh, Son ... Word, huh?" he asked a little bit of doubt.
The security guard felt familiar with the face of the man who was standing before him with as wide a knotty smile rising on his lips. No stranger, but forget whether I ever met or not. And when I remember again. Apparently, this is a small child who used to frequently tease him. Still the same with sunglasses and a small body nan high. “Iya, Sir. You forgot me, hiks .. sad." The drama made by the man with the thin mustache was pretending to wipe away tears.
The security guard chuckled and embraced the Word. Miss each other. “Alhamdulillah, Nak Firman is now big, huh? Fifteen years ago we played."
The two of them continued to chat here and there nonstop. Tell each other and repeat the memories of childhood when the man was in the care of the security guard. Enduring years of not meeting makes them want it feels like repeating the good times together that have happened in the past. If anyone says, memories are always bitter, then that person has never felt the beauty of love because of God. Will everyone experience bitter memories? No don't you?
The security guard ruffled Firman's hair and pulled it out slowly. “Nobody nosy bin jail, let's father anterin. Even more handsome, when I used to be cute and black really rich in soy sauce fried catfish!" scoffed.
"When you used to be nicknamed like an ashtray stone. Pitch-black." The Word chuckles and is a little embarrassed when it comes to remembering that. The man scratched his non-itchy nape.
“Enak dong Pak if like catfish fried soy sauce!" enthusiastic Word. He himself became drooling when he heard the word fried catfish. Ah, if it continues to be imagined, the worm in his stomach will play a keroncong musical instrument.
“Not good, but the intended black color!" his laughter broke especially when he saw the nosy child was forced to grin.
“That is important ta’atnya to Allah Subhanahu wa Ta’ala, Sir. Nowadays handsome capital is already a lot, sir. Even in shoope only for sale, even free shipping to the whole world again," he said casually.
“Hahahaha can be you. By the way you are envious, use all-nonsense events!"
Word chuckled and scratched his non-itchy nape. “That's liver disease, sir. Why envy those who are handsome? The definition of handsome does not have to be white, smooth, clean, and perfect, but those who are black, brown-skinned are also handsome. People's looks can be seen from someone's heart and speech." The Word explained at length so as to make the security guard amazed to listen to the Word that turned into a wise adult man.
“We must follow Bilal bin Rabah. Although his face lost handsome to Abu Lahab, but Bilal missed the angel of heaven. Oh my God, lucky not to, sir? Can polygamy more than five later in heaven when the male ration is only four times doang," explained the Word triumphant.
Intentions of the heart teasing even lectured. “Iya deh, nosy kid already pinter!" praise the security guard while embracing the shoulders of his old master's son.
“Doain yes, sir," said Word suddenly as it was right at the doorstep.
The forehead of the security guard with the name Bagus attached to his uniform frowned. “As if you want to propose to girls only!" the answer is accompanied by a rarity.
“Indeed yes, “ replied Firman lightly and raised both eyebrows.
“Hah?!" Mr. Good rounded his eyes in disbelief. The Word smiled with sinless laughter.
***
Tinkling rain spots unite with the precarious house into an abstract tone pattern. Fatma fell silent, she remembered the incident, where the Word drove her home from school. That smile came out so sweet. Fatma was happy, could she not baper and misbehave if remembering the incident back?
Fatma does not know what this feeling that is enveloping her heart, whether only the whisper of Shaiton disguised love or is it really the love of the Giver of Love? Fatma is getting restless now. Does that guy want to be with a girl like Fatma?
In a second later, there was a knock from behind the door of his room that made Fatma's daydream collapse instantly. The knock was heard through Fatma's eardrum. Then, the doorknob seemed to slowly move, and at the same time appeared a figure of an angel without wings who had often given endless affection to Fatma.
“Honey, Nisa...," call Mother Naumi gently and approach her only child.
Nisa confirmed her sitting position. “Mother," he answered and hugged his mother's body which was now standing before him. The girl was lulled by the comfortable embrace of the womb of life. He sniffed the distinctive smell of the middle-aged woman.
Whatever destiny is etched in Lauhul Mahfuz, we should be grateful. However our Lord knows what is best for us to live.
“Down yuk, Son. There's guests!" invite Mother Naumi while releasing her embrace.
Mother Naumi who saw her son did not understand was speaking softly, “Later also Cipah know who the mother meant." Fatma frowned, trying to digest every word spoken by her mother. So ambiguous, understanding the sentence of his mother made Fatma again scratch the nape that does not itch.
The medium-sized house was rarely the arrival of evening guests, but tonight the arrival of guests and Fatma were also called. Where could it be Fatma's friend who came to visit. Ah, but it's impossible to remember that he didn't have any friends at school at the time. Also around his house his friends were few. Instead, they shunned Fatma for unclear reasons.
The innocent girl sighed as Mother Naumi embraced her shoulder and smiled faintly. “Anything, anything Fatma will do for my dear Bundaku."
“Basic mode, surely this wants chocolate." Mother Naumi pinched Fatma's round cheeks while bringing her forehead closer.
Nisa chuckles softly. “Tempe just mendoan, Bun."
When she was in the living room, Fatma was surprised to see a man she admired sitting between her uncle and father. “Loh, Mr Firman?" Fatma was transfixed, her body frozen as well as her tongue. Unlike the man, Fatma's heart beat slowly. However, a strange rumble enveloped his entire body.
Their attention is now on Fatma. The girl only returned a glance with a sweet smile. His heart felt racing bit by bit louder than before. Is Fatma in the realm of prayer?
She and Naumi sat down. Fatma's feelings are getting restless, overwhelmed with pleasure. Can he hope for the arrival of a handsome, teary-eyed man sitting not far from his place to propel himself? Astagfirullah ... Fatma cannot control herself. O Rabb, forgive the little girl, she knows that this is wrong. However, he also did not know how to control his emotions. Is it wrong to hope?
“My arrival here represents Nak Furman wants to propose the daughter of Mr. Sabil, namely Nak Fatma which if accepted will be juxtaposed with my nephew Firman. Is Nak Fatma pleased?" Mr. Wijaya-paman Firman expressed his intention to represent the man who was sitting next to Mr. Wijaya.
The deg!
Fatma's feelings are mixed. Like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. Like dream. But it feels real. Anyone, please pinch Fatma's arm, this whole thing is just a shaiton trick. Given that lately the innocent girl was always thinking about the man who was currently visiting her house. Fatma thickened her face, trying to keep it looking graceful in front of the Word. However, is this true, this Fatma is being betrothed by her own teacher? Again, if this is a dream then please wake Fatma up immediately! He does not want to continue with false hope.
“How is Fatma, do you want to be a complement to my priest?" Fatma looked up to hear that voice. Ah, why is it that every time he hears a baritone sound from the Word his heart is always pounding? And yes, do not forget the sweet smile that did not fade earlier.
Fatma doesn't know what to answer now. He kept silent and kept his head down many times. Can any of you help Fatma to answer that sacred question?
“Pa-Pak Firman .. Why would Fatma be the same? I still go to school, nothing." The girl squeezed her young brown skirt. Like being washed by ice water. Cold heat all over his body. Like numbness, his knees suddenly went limp.
Word. “Afwan before, because I often steal your name in every prayer I say. The constancy of your eyes, your piety makes me feel that heaven is so close." Firman stared at Fatma intensely. Telak. That is, all this time the love that Fatma pendam deep get the right reply? It was like a butterfly was flying in his stomach. He wanted to fly when he heard the Word.
“Fatma .. I sincerely love you. I don't want to hold this for too long, I don't want the devil to break this feeling into passing boundaries." Fatma's face slowly flushed. Oh naw. Do not let Uncle Wijaya and Firman see the red hue. Ah, embarrassing. Why not at the right time like now? Argha!
The typical sweet smile of Fatma could no longer bear it. His heart really felt like it was flying far away. “Fatma, I In Shaa Allah will strive to be a good priest for you. Doesn't marriage include the Sunnah of the Prophet? I don't want to delay good intentions, when I'm ready."
Fatma was not ready before, sir, but if her soul mate is Mr. Firman, Fatma will learn to be ready.
“So, how, Honey? You want?" Mother Naumi pops Fatma's daydream bubbles. The girl gasped and stared at the mother. Silent. There was no answer, the girl was just working her eyes. Actually, he really wanted to answer yes. However, his mouth was as if stuck by glue. Change the dictionary in his brain disappears. Make it already in the sentence.
The man had explained everything to Fatma, now he was just waiting for the answer from the innocent girl. The atmosphere of this room felt very prevent the chest of the Word. It can not be denied again if the Word is afraid of rejection is thrown out. He would be devastated if that really happened.
Firman does not want to be a man who sacrifices his pride just to invite a girl out. He had a dream to marry young, and his heart had found its choice. Now her choice fell upon this sweet student.
Oh Allah .. I beg you to send. If I fall down, I hope I get back up.
The man did not want to be disappointed by the achievements he was striving for. So, whatever he does, he does not forget that God is always involved. The Word does not want to make His Lord jealous, which can make disappointment later come.
“Fatma is still lacking, Mr. Firman," replied the lethargic of Fatma's pink lips. The girl grew deeper and deeper. He squeezed his fingers which linked to each other.
“True love, will always accept any shortcomings owned by his partner. Whereas, love that comes from the whispers of Satan or love that is only caused by mere lust will always want perfection." Word quickly replied.
Before answering, Fatma looked up and displayed a sad face. So did his smile, so fake and wry. “Sorry Mr. Firman, but Fatma can't ...."
Seriate....
Pasuruan, March 11, 2023