NIQUE
FLYING FAR AND HIGH
*ANNOUNCEMENT*
For passengers on JT257 aircraft to Jakarta, please enter the aircraft area through the stairs that have been provided.
Friday’at arrived. Mama and I accompanied my brother George to re-list UGM, his future. From Padang to Yogyakarta, we need a transit first through Jakarta, then will continue the journey to Yogyakarta Adisudjipto Airport.
The weather was very clear that morning. I am afraid that the altitude can reduce anxiety a little, because the entire airline crew told that the sky in Jakarta is also no less sunny than the weather in Padang.
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I was still waiting for the queue, decided to continue reading the novel that was delayed yesterday because I had to learn about the discussion about the National Exam (UN) before.
Ever since seeing my mom in bed, Mama finally told me to follow in her footsteps. However, I am a teenager, trying to slowly learn it and veiled as my daily life without attach importance to the obligation to wear it.
It was my first day to start training myself in dressing my hair with a piece of cloth called a hijab. Hijab outside the school - because in the area where I live it is mandatory for all Muslim women to wear hijab when going to school from the time of Primary School.
I tried with all the fashions I wanted to wear, but the most comfortable was the Zazkia Adya Mecca hijab fashion. In his day, this fashion is very trending. The average wear like fashion that I'm wearing.*ala hijabers-hijabers.
This fashion in my opinion is very fashionable, by coiling the hijab pashmina shirt over the head and rotating it until it becomes layered and has many pentul needles to attach it so that the hijab can not be separated. This mode can also cover part of my chest. I started to feel comfortable wearing it, even though it was only a few hours after I left home. Wearing a hijab, I became more valued as a woman, and had little authoritative soul. Indeed, the hijab was so sultry, that I ran to the airport toilet to remove it immediately.
When I want to open the hijab, and in front of the mirror like someone is whispering and above me is looking and want to milk me if I open it just like that. I was embarrassed to open up to the crowded atmosphere, crowded toilets and queuing up, but not to mirror in front of a mirror.
“Wear the correct hijab, dear.”
“Iya Mommy, but I'm sultry. Very hot covered like this.”
“Better the heat you feel in the world, than you feel the heat of hellfire. Slow down, because everything needs a process. Istiqamah is indeed very difficult to do, but wearing a hijab becomes mandatory for us Muslim women. You never know when you will end your life. You never know when you can be really in the right state, because we're just human. Every thing we do, even though we think it is the best, still for people who do not know fully about the life we have lived, will always be wrong. Then fix it now, before it is not repaired at all. Obey His commands - Stay away from His prohibitions. For all who have you is the Almighty God. Your Mother-Fathers are but intermediaries in you being your life while in the world. Keep doing good, and do not judge the life of a person, because other humans also have the sense to avenge your judgment of him.
I accidentally listened to a conversation between the Mother - the young daughter, the Mother who is wearing the *********** to the child when the child has finished urinating.
As the two of them left, I shed a little tear at a time. I realized, that for girls who are already puberty, it is mandatory and responsible for the afterlife of both parents, including for Dad. “Not fair” I said inwardly. The mirror in front of me dewed a lot. “NOT FAIR!!!” I say it as loud as possible in my heart.
The brother who started coming up to me and calling, “Flower, already? Long time. Later we are late, the queue has started a little. Ayuk.”
“Sorry bang, here in long queue. I'll pee later on the plane.” I go to the toilet to urinate, hopefully Mama and Brother do not suspect my eyes are red and wet on my eyelashes.
I, who joined Mama and Brother, managed to reverse my mood to look excited again. Remember, the conversation before we finally decided to leave on Friday’at, today.
Mama said it would be better if I continued High School in Yogya only. Well, I was very excited, and my light seemed to shine and my aura emanated like the color pattern of the hijab I chose was red. The decision was taken by Mama, of course it has become a deal with Papa, so now I bring all the files that will be needed later.
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Ye know? For a human who was afraid of heights like me, I had actually prepared myself before leaving. Already looking for emergency tools that are often groped by beautiful flight attendants, where I will go, and how I will calm down. Because in a precarious situation, can not panic at all.
The theory, however, may be much different from the practice. When all I have done, it is time to commit myself to God. About how my destiny is, over the sky that is thousands of feet high.
Seeing a flight attendant who is beautiful, tall, and good at beautiful preening, and can also work anywhere I can around the world, I had time to think about my ideals to be a flight attendant only. Who knows if my soul mate will be a pilot, who can take me wherever we go, and always fly wherever we want. I was able to control my fear of heights. Smiling, I watched and watched every move, as well as the direction of the beautiful flight attendants who were in front of me.
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Allah has always given me a good destiny. Although in fact I chose to sleep after paying attention to the flight attendants, because in addition to height, the, I was really scared of the sound of an airplane engine as it walked up into the blue sky to leave takeoff as well as my hometown. Although looking at the painting of God, which is a nice and cool sight when viewed from above the bright clouds, it is amazing and can spoil the eyes.
Everything that I thought looked big, like multi-storey houses, tall buildings, mountains, or birds that also flew over the clouds. MashaAllah's.
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Arriving at Soekarno Hatta Airport, suddenly there was an announcement of a plane that I wanted to take to Yogyakarta, in the next 20 minutes will soon depart. While we just touched the Soetta Airport building with shoes that squeaked due to Jakarta suddenly raining when the plane was looking for parking.
I began to panic, for fear of harm or anything will happen later if the weather in Yogyakarta is also raining. Of course, of all the panic that exists, I am much more panicked to miss the plane that has been purchased tickets. We're at a different door. Gate to Yogyakarta is at Gate 7 while we are at Gate 2.
Will we reach the plane, and not have to buy a new ticket? Can the three of us run as fast as superheroes? We are in a hurry when we have 10 minutes left, the JT 758 will leave soon. God help us.
Arriving at Gate 2, the three of us became the last passengers to be announced in the room. It is so easy to become famous, I said. My name, my mother's name, and my brother's name are so clearly heard. We were guided to get into the trunk where no other passengers were walking. They understand because we are transit passengers whose flight schedule is devoted to transit passengers from Padang City. Half of the passengers to Yogyakarta were passengers on the same plane as me before. Stupid many times. Hehe.
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*ANNOUNCEMENT*
For passengers who want to go to Yogyakarta, please welcome to our airline. Our passengers, we are sorry to be patient with flight number JT0503 due to bad weather. Sorry, and please wait on the plane. I'm Capt. Zach Abu Zidan and the rest of the crew thanked him for his attention. Good afternoon.
“Captain Zach? Huh huh? He's a pilot? Oh maybe the name is similar, where I know about his long name, his form is faintly visible.” I said while arranging my breath that was still panting because it had to be an impromptu athlete, he said, and it's like being in the scene of a spy chasing a target to be incapacitated. “Why should Zach name the pilot? Why is it always him?” I said softly when I saw the rain water that soaked the plane window and a little lightning that struck alternately.