We've Been Matchmade
The House of Dinda
I came to Dinda's house in a jazz car that Umi used to bring because it was impossible to ride a motorcycle with Amira. Arriving in front of the funeral home that was already crowded by people who served us also met with friends of one class, including Orange who also wanted to worship.
"Lho, did Dihya come here with Amira?" asked Jingga who seemed to be deliberately raising her tone so that her schoolmates looked towards us.
"It just so happened that I went to Dihya's father's office to register umrah with my parents, because Dihya wanted to come here too so I took a ride." said Amira who immediately tried to dismiss the emergence of issues that are not good between us.
They are still arguing, Jingga is still trying to herd opinions, but Amira continues to dismiss without giving a chance. While I don't want to bother, it's up to them to say what, the most important thing now is to look at Dinda's condition.
The girl sat in the corner of the living room, right next to her mother's corpse, which was wrapped in a shroud. His face looked pale and haggard, while his eyes were puffy, even now still crying between Umi and her aunt Dinda, he really had no smile there, not like Dinda I usually know. I can feel how sad Dinda is when she loses her mother.
The family announced that her mother would be transferred to a funeral not far from her home. Many deliver, the departure of his mother to the final resting place signifies he is a good person, as Umi always said that the Dinda family are sincere people.
Dinda was on her mother's side of the coffin, she was swept away by her Tante and Umi. I followed from behind, watching the movements of the girl who in the last three months I was often angry because of the difficulty she received the lessons I taught.
"Din .. You must be strong. Have to be patient." I whispered, hoping that the message I said reached Dinda's ears.
After the funeral, one by one they greet Dinda and her father.they say goodbye home and will return later tonight during the recitation. I myself still chose to sit in the corner opposite to Dinda, still faithfully watching herself in silence.
"Devil!" suddenly Amira was near me. "You still want to be here?" the question I answered with a nod. "Then I go home to Dihya. I went home with Septi. Thanks for giving me a ride." Amira pamit's. I didn't pay much attention to his departure.
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It's been a week since Dinda's mother's departure. Umi is still faithful to commute every day to see the condition of Dinda. Umi said Dinda was sick the day after her mother died. Umi is very worried. I really wanted to visit Dinda, because when I did not have time to talk to her because so many guests came and everyone wanted to talk to Dinda, but Umi did not invite, so I dare not offer myself either.
"Dinda's love, since he generally went so quiet. Totally different from the commonly known Dinda. Even talk as necessary. Umi worried for a long time that he would turn into a shy child considering how close he was to uminya. Understandably, his father is busy working, there is rarely time for Dinda" said Umi, while preparing food that is intended for Dinda.
"Is Jeni not there anymore?" abah questions Dinda's existence.
"Yes, I get it." continued Abah.
"If we could bring her here" Umi and Abah glanced at me who was having breakfast. "But baby we have boys here, it's impossible to mix them up. After all, her father Dinda will not allow her daughter to live in a house that still has a foreign youth." added Umi again.
Lha, why am I even affected? if you want to stay here, just come. The one who made the rules wasn't me, I shouldn't be the one being targeted like this. I pretended not to hear, immediately spent breakfast and then prepared to go to the book market to find some diktat preparation to enter the medical faculty in the early semester.
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After two weeks I finally got to see Dinda. He came to his father. At first I wanted to get close, but it was not because he was in the hunt near Wike. They seem to be talking. That's why I decided to pay attention from far away.
Today's graduation announcement. The entire third grade students were lined up in the courtyard, where usually the ceremony was held. The headmaster had already climbed onto the podium, congratulating him because this year everyone graduated one hundred percent. After that, rose the vice principal of curriculum, conveying students who successfully received an invitation at the state college. Together our twenty students lined up in front of the podium.
After that the announcement of the best graduates. All the students guessed that I, Amira and Jingga who got the best score according to our achievements so far. But the guess was missed because it was called Dinda as the first best graduate, I was second and Amira was third.
Everyone cheered in disbelief. Dinda the fool who used to be a bully because it was considered slow. What is considered disgrace in our class is now the best. The value is perfect, everything tested ten.
Dinda herself advanced onto the stage quietly. He did not care about the response of other students who were like wasps so noisy because they did not believe in Dinda's achievement.
"Happy Din!" I half whispered, followed by the gazes of Dinda and Amira as I was in the midst of them.
I'm not surprised by what Dinda achieved. For three months he worked hard. When the children were still busy underestimating, he finally proved that he was not that bad. I know why he's been left behind all this time because of the burden of having to take care of his mother. When I suggested that he share the task with the house person, Dinda could finally concentrate on learning.
Because of Dinda's achievement as the best graduate, he received at the same university as me in the faculty of Islam in accordance with what he wanted.
Today I'm pretty sure Dinda was so happy because what she hoped for was finally accomplished as well. But there is also sadness there because his mother should be able to see what they both aspire to. But his mother had left, so happiness was incomplete.