Ayik’s house
“What?!” Ayik’s father look at me with suspicion as if I have slandered his daughter. Ya Alloh…, my guess is true. Why me? Ayik and Sunu should face Pak Broto, Ayik’s father. Not me…. (Pak =mr, a call for man that older or respected)
I almost have no brave to look his eagle-eyes.
“I’m so sorry pak Broto. But it’s true. Ayik conseiving now. “
Pak Broto looks very angry while his wife is crying in chair. He call off Ayik whom hiding in her room.
“Ayiik!!” he shouted harder.
Ayik come with fear in her face.
“It’s true?!”
Ayik is so tremble so can say nothing. She just can nod her head. She have not brave see her father face.
“It’s true, Ayiik?!!” Pak Broto asked with harder voice as if he want to get certainty.
“Yes….Yes, Bapak. I’m pregnant…. I’m so sorry….” (Bapak=father)
Blug! Pak broto pushed his daughter so that Ayik fall in the floor.
“Bapak….” Ayik cry.
“What a shame!! I always talk about morality, but my daughter have immoral conduct. My daughter…., has brought disgrace on my face….” Pak Broto sit in chair and start to cry.
While crying Ayik come to her father. “I’m sorry, Bapak….I’m so sorry.”
“What’s my sin until I have daughter like you?”
Ayik crying is harder because of his father words. Her repentance is so clearly.
“Istighfar…. Istighfar, Pak.” Bu Broto tried to quiet her husband whereas her heart is broken.
When Bu Broto is talking to her husband, soon I bring Ayik to her room. I worry Pak Broto can not control himself so that hit his daughter.
Ayik is still crying. “What can I do, Lintang? What will happen to me and my baby?”
I really can not answer her questions. I just can embrace her, give my shoulder to cry on. Ah, Sunu should here. He promissed. It’s 9 PM but he has not come.
Suddenly something noicy heard from living room.
Buk!! Buk!
“No!...No!...Please….” Bu Broto screamed.
What’s up? I run to living room. So does Ayik. We look Sunu has been in the living room. He looks exhaust and his face looks bruised.
Pak Broto is releasing his angry. His hits to Sunu make Ayik and Bu Broto shout and cry. And Sunu let his body hit by Ayik’s father as if Sunu want to clean his sin. The more hit he accept, the more sin erased. But it’s wrong. Pak Broto is losing his control. Sunu can died.
“Stop!” I push Pak Broto when he wanted to hit Sunu anymore.
“Don’t intervene in!!” Pak Broto shouted me angrily.
“Please, Pak Broto….”
“It’s not your business!!” Pak Broto will attack Sunu anymore.
“Ok….Ok…Kill him!!” I shouted. “If he is dead, I guarantee you will be prisoned, even sentenced to dead. And Ayik, your daughter, will bear love child. Your grandchild will never has father that you killed. Your family will broken! Now kill him!!”
I don’t know why I get my brave. I only know that it’s the way make him stop. And I think I’m success. Pak Broto just quiet. He looks hesitate.
“Please, Pak Broto! Sunu come with good intention. He come to responsible. He come to Ayik and the baby. ”
Pak Broto look at Sunu and Sunu nod his head. “That’s right, Pak.”
“Ok….You all, leave me and Sunu! We must talk. It’s man’s business.”
Man’s business? Actually I rather disturbed with those words, as if no equality in gender. But it’s urgency so no protest. At least it’s good sign. Finally I follow Ayik and Bu Broto leaving living room.
Jakarta, 2 weeks later
Today is marriage of Ayik and Sunu. The marriage is performed as soon as posible, in order that Ayik’s baby born in the wedlock. In order that Ayik and the family avoided from Adat Law. I’m happy for her although her marriage is MBA, marriage by accident. A marriage which the bride is pregnant.
And unfortunately I can not come in the marriage. I’m here. In Jakarta. I have a job interview.
Song ‘Right Here Waiting’ is sounded in my handphone. Ayik calling.
“Assalamu’alaikum.”
“Wa alaikum salam. Lintang, I’m Sunu’s wife now,” Ayik shouted happily in phone.
“Wow, congratulation! I’m Happy for you.”
“Thanks. But promise, you will see me after you come from Jakarta?”
“Insya Alloh, I promise….Hey why you phone me? You should still in your marriage party, shouldn’t you?”
“Yes. The party hasn’t finished. I’m renewing my make-up. Here is my father.”
One minute later I hear Pak Broto’s voice. “”Hello, Lintang!”
“Hello Pak Broto! Congratulation on Ayik’s marriage.”
“Thank you Lintang. It’s because of you too.”
“Pardon me?”
“Don’t pretending! I knew all. Sunu told me about prison, about lawyer….”
Tut! Tut! Tut! It’s broken. My battery handphone is empty. But I think I know what Pak Broto mean, and I laugh in heart.
“Miss Lintang Cahya….” A receiptionist call my name.
It’s my turn to interview. Bismillah….
(The End)
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Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Fiction: My Friend Ayik (4)
Center Post Office of Yogyakarta
After sent an application letter I sit down in the waiting chair in Center Post Office. A Have an appointment with Sunu. I said I have an order. Sunu’s father has small store of uniform fashion. I lied but I have no idea.
Five minutes later Sunu come. He sit beside me. “What kind order is?” he asked me.
“Order of responsibility.”
I see his face, exact in his eyes. He looks confuse. “Well…, to the point, Sunu. It’s about Ayik and you. I know what happen. Please marry her!”
He look at me unpleasantly, but I don’t care.
“She asked you to talk to me,” he said. I don’t like his tone. Sarcasm.
“No. I’m here of my own free will. She doesn’t know.”
“You don’t have anything else to do so you see me only talk about it?”
I started to lose patience with him. His words make me want to hit his face. “I’m jobless, so are you. But I’m better than you. At least I have good moral. And you? I don’t think so.”
He say nothing.
“How?”
“It’s not your business.”
“It’s my business too. Ayik is my friend you know. And I will help her.”
“So?”
“So…, you must responsible. Please marry her! Or….”
“Or what?”
“Make yourself ready to go to prison!”
Sunu’s face looks change. He looks tense. “Can I prisoned because of this?” he asked me. And I can see his panic from his voice.
“If you commit adultery in Islamic country, you will be stoned to dead. Stoned to dead is not included in Indonesia law. But, I know the way to get you in the jail. I have consulted a lawyer. You know I have some friends that lawyer.”
His panic is clear more and more. I laugh in heart. My guess is true. Someone has economic problem and educational limitation is easy to intimidated. Sunu is too.
Finally he only can sit and bend his face. “Maybe you don’t trust me. Again and again I regret I did it. I regret I have made Ayik cry.”
“Just regret is useless.”
He hold his head. “What can I do? I’m not ready to marry. I’m jobless you know.”
“What about the store?”
“You know it’s my father’s store. Moreover it almost bankrupts….”
“Someone tell me that Alloh will help someone make kindness. We will never know how and when Alloh’s help come. But it’s sure. Now…, the choice in your hand. To be a responsible man or to be a….prisoner.”
He looks shocked hear word ‘prisoner’. “Ok!”
“Show it to Ayik’s parent at five PM today. Ok?”
“Ok…,Ok.”
I leave the post office. Leave Sunu with his thinking. Again, I lied. I lied about prison. I lied about lawyer. And I have no better idea. I have no bad intention.
(to be continued)
After sent an application letter I sit down in the waiting chair in Center Post Office. A Have an appointment with Sunu. I said I have an order. Sunu’s father has small store of uniform fashion. I lied but I have no idea.
Five minutes later Sunu come. He sit beside me. “What kind order is?” he asked me.
“Order of responsibility.”
I see his face, exact in his eyes. He looks confuse. “Well…, to the point, Sunu. It’s about Ayik and you. I know what happen. Please marry her!”
He look at me unpleasantly, but I don’t care.
“She asked you to talk to me,” he said. I don’t like his tone. Sarcasm.
“No. I’m here of my own free will. She doesn’t know.”
“You don’t have anything else to do so you see me only talk about it?”
I started to lose patience with him. His words make me want to hit his face. “I’m jobless, so are you. But I’m better than you. At least I have good moral. And you? I don’t think so.”
He say nothing.
“How?”
“It’s not your business.”
“It’s my business too. Ayik is my friend you know. And I will help her.”
“So?”
“So…, you must responsible. Please marry her! Or….”
“Or what?”
“Make yourself ready to go to prison!”
Sunu’s face looks change. He looks tense. “Can I prisoned because of this?” he asked me. And I can see his panic from his voice.
“If you commit adultery in Islamic country, you will be stoned to dead. Stoned to dead is not included in Indonesia law. But, I know the way to get you in the jail. I have consulted a lawyer. You know I have some friends that lawyer.”
His panic is clear more and more. I laugh in heart. My guess is true. Someone has economic problem and educational limitation is easy to intimidated. Sunu is too.
Finally he only can sit and bend his face. “Maybe you don’t trust me. Again and again I regret I did it. I regret I have made Ayik cry.”
“Just regret is useless.”
He hold his head. “What can I do? I’m not ready to marry. I’m jobless you know.”
“What about the store?”
“You know it’s my father’s store. Moreover it almost bankrupts….”
“Someone tell me that Alloh will help someone make kindness. We will never know how and when Alloh’s help come. But it’s sure. Now…, the choice in your hand. To be a responsible man or to be a….prisoner.”
He looks shocked hear word ‘prisoner’. “Ok!”
“Show it to Ayik’s parent at five PM today. Ok?”
“Ok…,Ok.”
I leave the post office. Leave Sunu with his thinking. Again, I lied. I lied about prison. I lied about lawyer. And I have no better idea. I have no bad intention.
(to be continued)
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Fiction: My Friend Ayik (3)
My room
It’s 02.00 AM, but I am still not sleepy. My insomnia is come again. Ayik’s problem has made my brain is full. Mereover she remembered me about Partini.
Partini was a married woman. She was caught red-handed committing adultery with a man else when her husband went to work in Hongkong. (Some people of Indonesia work to abroad) People of village was so angry because found Partini and her boy-friend in bed room in Partini house. Partini and her boy-friend assumed had put to shame village. The people worried will get unlucky. They worried God will curve because the adultery. For this reason, village must be clean. Consequently, the adulterers must drove off from village. Before drove off, the people brought them in nakedness arrounded the village. As long as arrounded, Partini and her boy-friend got scorns from people saw them like a carnival. Even Partini blooded because thrown shoes.It’s a social law. Adat Law. So scare….
In this condition, willy-nilly Ayik must tell her parent about the truth. Maybe they have an solution. Everything to prevent Adat punishment to Ayik.
The problem is, Ayik afraid and she asked me to tell to her parent. How can I tell them about Ayik’s pregnant? It’s about a sensitive matter. I know Ayik’s parent. I know her father. He is a strict man and very conservative. He always keeps the tradition. For him, honor is all in all. Born of love child is a shame. Now, what will happen if he knows his daughter pregnant without married? I imagine bad things.
Ayik has put me in hard situation. Actally I was rather angry with her. She and Sunu made a sin, but now I must take the consequence. I must face Ayik’s father as if I am pregnant. Huh…. But again and again her crying has made me gave up although I has not sure.
Fortunately Alloh help me. Ayik’s father went out when we came to Ayik’s house last afternoon. Notwithstanding, we will try nextday.
(to be continue....)
It’s 02.00 AM, but I am still not sleepy. My insomnia is come again. Ayik’s problem has made my brain is full. Mereover she remembered me about Partini.
Partini was a married woman. She was caught red-handed committing adultery with a man else when her husband went to work in Hongkong. (Some people of Indonesia work to abroad) People of village was so angry because found Partini and her boy-friend in bed room in Partini house. Partini and her boy-friend assumed had put to shame village. The people worried will get unlucky. They worried God will curve because the adultery. For this reason, village must be clean. Consequently, the adulterers must drove off from village. Before drove off, the people brought them in nakedness arrounded the village. As long as arrounded, Partini and her boy-friend got scorns from people saw them like a carnival. Even Partini blooded because thrown shoes.It’s a social law. Adat Law. So scare….
In this condition, willy-nilly Ayik must tell her parent about the truth. Maybe they have an solution. Everything to prevent Adat punishment to Ayik.
The problem is, Ayik afraid and she asked me to tell to her parent. How can I tell them about Ayik’s pregnant? It’s about a sensitive matter. I know Ayik’s parent. I know her father. He is a strict man and very conservative. He always keeps the tradition. For him, honor is all in all. Born of love child is a shame. Now, what will happen if he knows his daughter pregnant without married? I imagine bad things.
Ayik has put me in hard situation. Actally I was rather angry with her. She and Sunu made a sin, but now I must take the consequence. I must face Ayik’s father as if I am pregnant. Huh…. But again and again her crying has made me gave up although I has not sure.
Fortunately Alloh help me. Ayik’s father went out when we came to Ayik’s house last afternoon. Notwithstanding, we will try nextday.
(to be continue....)
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Fiction: My Friend Ayik (2)
I hope I mishear. I see her. She bend as if try to conceal her face. “Yes. Syaithon defeated me, Lintang. I did it. And I’m pregnant now….”
I can’t say anything. Reality that Ayik pregnant is shocked me. I know her. She has not married. It’s mean…, she committed adultery. Zina! It’s a big sin.
“Lin….” I hear Ayik called me but I don’t care. I’m still not understand. How can she do it? She teached me about good and sin. She teached me how to sholat, how to near Alloh. She teached me to read Quran and how to understand it.
“Lintang, please say something….”
I hear her voice, but I still can say nothing. I respect her. She introduced me to Islam. I have learnt a lot from her. Learn how to be a muslimah. The reality is really hurt me. She should be a good example for me.
“I can understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore. I can understant if you disgust at seeing me. I’m dirty….” Ayik started to cry.
Her crying is touched me. Ayik is just a human. Every human can make a mistake,but the most important is how to correct it and never repeat it. I realize that she needs help.
I hold her hand. “It’s ok, Ayik. You always be my friend, what you are.”
“You’re not disgusted at seeing me?”
“Of course not.”
We embraced. Ayik is still crying while I can not against my teardrop.
Ten minutes later I asked her. “Who is he, Ayik?”
Ayik is silent.
“Please, Ayik! You might not pregnant without a man. You’re not Siti Maryam. Please, your problem must be solve as soon as posible! But it can’t solved if you hide him. Is he Sunu?”
Ayik nod her head.
“Sunu know about it?”
“He does’nt want my baby. He command me to have an abortion.” She erased her teardrop.
“What’s your plan? You will do it?”
“Of course not. I ever committed a big sin, and I don’t want to do a sin anymore. I’m not a murder, Lintang. I will not able to face Alloh’s curse.”
I can see Ayik’s repentance so clearly.
“But I’m scare….I don’t want like Partini.” Ayik cried mentioned Partini, a women Ayik’s neighbour that punished by Adat Law because of zina.
I can’t say anything. Reality that Ayik pregnant is shocked me. I know her. She has not married. It’s mean…, she committed adultery. Zina! It’s a big sin.
“Lin….” I hear Ayik called me but I don’t care. I’m still not understand. How can she do it? She teached me about good and sin. She teached me how to sholat, how to near Alloh. She teached me to read Quran and how to understand it.
“Lintang, please say something….”
I hear her voice, but I still can say nothing. I respect her. She introduced me to Islam. I have learnt a lot from her. Learn how to be a muslimah. The reality is really hurt me. She should be a good example for me.
“I can understand if you don’t want to talk to me anymore. I can understant if you disgust at seeing me. I’m dirty….” Ayik started to cry.
Her crying is touched me. Ayik is just a human. Every human can make a mistake,but the most important is how to correct it and never repeat it. I realize that she needs help.
I hold her hand. “It’s ok, Ayik. You always be my friend, what you are.”
“You’re not disgusted at seeing me?”
“Of course not.”
We embraced. Ayik is still crying while I can not against my teardrop.
Ten minutes later I asked her. “Who is he, Ayik?”
Ayik is silent.
“Please, Ayik! You might not pregnant without a man. You’re not Siti Maryam. Please, your problem must be solve as soon as posible! But it can’t solved if you hide him. Is he Sunu?”
Ayik nod her head.
“Sunu know about it?”
“He does’nt want my baby. He command me to have an abortion.” She erased her teardrop.
“What’s your plan? You will do it?”
“Of course not. I ever committed a big sin, and I don’t want to do a sin anymore. I’m not a murder, Lintang. I will not able to face Alloh’s curse.”
I can see Ayik’s repentance so clearly.
“But I’m scare….I don’t want like Partini.” Ayik cried mentioned Partini, a women Ayik’s neighbour that punished by Adat Law because of zina.
(to be continued)
Monday, January 25, 2010
Fiction: My Friend Ayik (1)
My room
I just sent my e-mail when I heard a motor cycle stopped in front of my house.
“Good morning Bu Danu,” I heard Ayik said. (Bu = mrs, a call for a woman that older or respected)
“Morning, Ayik. Direct to Lintang’s room. She is over there,” my mother showed Ayik where I am.
“Thanks, Bu.”
Three minutes later Ayik has been in my room and to be resting on my bed. “You busy?” she asked me.
“ Not anymore. I finished.” I turn off my computer.
“Job application again?”
“Yeah.” I recline in Ayik side. Actually I rather shame to answer it. As if I reclear my jobless. It’s really disturb me. I am not as lucky as Ayik. She has got a job before graduated while I am still jobless for more than a year.
I remember this day is Monday suddenly. “Hey, why you here? You should work.”
“I’m absent today. I’m in a bad mood.”
“Bad mood? It’s not a reason to not work….It’s ironic. You are absent because of bad mood while many people are jobless,including me….”
“Please!” Ayik hold my hand. “I mean no harm. You know…I just…” She looks so sad.
“Hey, it’s ok. You didn’t hurt me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
She looks happy. “Let’s we go! Anywhere. Searching a fresh air.”
“You’ll treat me?”
“Yes.”
“Ok! I’ll take a bath first.” I run to the bathroom.
Malioboro, center of city
Two hours later we have been in a mall, in Malioboro area. Malioboro is heart of Jogja city.
We just take a walk, around the mall. Yes, we usually do it if one of us sad or in the bad mood. Sometimes we buy something, sometimes buy nothing.
I and Ayik are friend since over ten years ago. Since we were in Junior High School. Therefore I always know if Ayik in problem, and so does Ayik. I know she is not only in a bad mood now. It’s more than a bad mood. I think she is in problem. But I don’t want to ask. I just wait until she ready to talk. She always only tell her problem if she has readied.
Finally she said,”I want to tell you about something.” Then we walk to a restaurant.
“About what?” I really want to know. But she looks confuse.
“Let…eat first!”
Then we eat gado-gado we ordered. After we finished, Ayik has not told anything. She always looks so confuse when she started to talk. I worry about her.
“What happen, Ayik?”
Again and again, she nervous. “I can’t….This place is so crowded.”
I see around. This restaurant almost empty. “Ayik, there are just 4 visitors including us. They can’t hear we talk.”
She shake her head. “No. I can’t.”
I just can take a deep breath. I’m sure it’s serious. Very serious. “Well….come quick! We haven’t sholat Dzuhur. It’s 1.15 pm now.”
In a mosque, in Gadjah Mada University area
Ayik is still praying when I finished my sholat. I go out to the terrace of the mosque. It’a almost 2 years since my last sholat in this place. Many years ago I often sholat in this mosque, a campus mosque.
“Mosque always be comfortable place for a broken heart,” Ayik said while sat beside me.
“For the happy heart too,” I added.
“It’s suitable place for a regret human to go.”
“For a human to thank to God too.”
Silent for a moment.
“I’m pregnant….”
“What??!!”
I just sent my e-mail when I heard a motor cycle stopped in front of my house.
“Good morning Bu Danu,” I heard Ayik said. (Bu = mrs, a call for a woman that older or respected)
“Morning, Ayik. Direct to Lintang’s room. She is over there,” my mother showed Ayik where I am.
“Thanks, Bu.”
Three minutes later Ayik has been in my room and to be resting on my bed. “You busy?” she asked me.
“ Not anymore. I finished.” I turn off my computer.
“Job application again?”
“Yeah.” I recline in Ayik side. Actually I rather shame to answer it. As if I reclear my jobless. It’s really disturb me. I am not as lucky as Ayik. She has got a job before graduated while I am still jobless for more than a year.
I remember this day is Monday suddenly. “Hey, why you here? You should work.”
“I’m absent today. I’m in a bad mood.”
“Bad mood? It’s not a reason to not work….It’s ironic. You are absent because of bad mood while many people are jobless,including me….”
“Please!” Ayik hold my hand. “I mean no harm. You know…I just…” She looks so sad.
“Hey, it’s ok. You didn’t hurt me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
She looks happy. “Let’s we go! Anywhere. Searching a fresh air.”
“You’ll treat me?”
“Yes.”
“Ok! I’ll take a bath first.” I run to the bathroom.
Malioboro, center of city
Two hours later we have been in a mall, in Malioboro area. Malioboro is heart of Jogja city.
We just take a walk, around the mall. Yes, we usually do it if one of us sad or in the bad mood. Sometimes we buy something, sometimes buy nothing.
I and Ayik are friend since over ten years ago. Since we were in Junior High School. Therefore I always know if Ayik in problem, and so does Ayik. I know she is not only in a bad mood now. It’s more than a bad mood. I think she is in problem. But I don’t want to ask. I just wait until she ready to talk. She always only tell her problem if she has readied.
Finally she said,”I want to tell you about something.” Then we walk to a restaurant.
“About what?” I really want to know. But she looks confuse.
“Let…eat first!”
Then we eat gado-gado we ordered. After we finished, Ayik has not told anything. She always looks so confuse when she started to talk. I worry about her.
“What happen, Ayik?”
Again and again, she nervous. “I can’t….This place is so crowded.”
I see around. This restaurant almost empty. “Ayik, there are just 4 visitors including us. They can’t hear we talk.”
She shake her head. “No. I can’t.”
I just can take a deep breath. I’m sure it’s serious. Very serious. “Well….come quick! We haven’t sholat Dzuhur. It’s 1.15 pm now.”
In a mosque, in Gadjah Mada University area
Ayik is still praying when I finished my sholat. I go out to the terrace of the mosque. It’a almost 2 years since my last sholat in this place. Many years ago I often sholat in this mosque, a campus mosque.
“Mosque always be comfortable place for a broken heart,” Ayik said while sat beside me.
“For the happy heart too,” I added.
“It’s suitable place for a regret human to go.”
“For a human to thank to God too.”
Silent for a moment.
“I’m pregnant….”
“What??!!”
(to be continued)
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