"Yeah, I know. So sorry ... I did not mean it that way. But, you know my timetable college was hectic. It is really the reason why I seldom come back to our village. On top of that, I am an assistant for students who do experiments in the lab. Sometimes during holidays I have to be with them too." I tried to explain.
"Do you often meet one of our schoolmates?" I felt awkward now. I did not know what else ask. I thought she would feel the same. But all I could think of was standard question. Were not they? Yeah, of course as we have not met for quite a while so here we are acting oddly.
"No. But, do you remember Yanti, Lina, and Susie?"
I nodded. Of course I thought to myself. They were our classmates. Yes, indeed. I have never seen them for four years but it does not mean that I had forgotten them. I thought their life were happy. Until now. If something bad had happened, I would have heard it. So, what happened to them?
"They got married six months ago, except Yanti, she got married a year ago." That was the good news, right? And only we who have not married yet, I guessed that was the next sentence which she would tell me. I felt I knew where she was trying to say.
"Alhamdulillah. It is good news, right? I am very glad to hear that! I hope they will always be happy forever. Uh ..., how about you, Sita? Do you want to follow their way as soon as possible?" I popped the question to her. Perhaps I was wrong, having asked her about it. After all it was a very sensitive matter.
"On the way there I suppose," She answered shortly. "You?" She did right back at me.
"Insya Allah I will, but not as soon." As Allah wishes, added me in my heart.
"I wish I could to talk you about many things but I have to go. Maybe an other times?"
Finally, Sita ended our chit-chat. Maybe she felt unhappy with me. She seemed like she was cornered. So, I could not hold her any longer.
"Sure! See you soon! Assalamu alaikum."
"Wa alaikum salam." Sita walked away. I resume my trip to the market and before long I entered the parking area to park my bicycle. But along the way to the market my brain was full of Sita and her story. She has really changed.
***
The next day, I went back to the market. I forgot to buy balls of string for my sister the previous day. She wanted to weave a bag. Just as I was leaving the market, I saw incidentally a beggar beside the parking area, begging from the passerby. What s a pity! He only had one leg! He dressed in rags. As I approached him, I was surprised. He was blind. I stood before him and filled his hat with some small change.
The beggar said, "Alhamdulillah. May God bless you?"
"Amin!" I had looked him once again before I passed by him. My heart jumped! Oh, God, I knew who he was! It was Zulfan. Yes, indeed! He must be Zulfan, one of my schoolmates at the elementary school. The flyspeck at his forehead which was his trade mark often hidden away with his hair caught my eyes. But, now I could see it clearly now. It was quite a big shoc for me. Who could have guessed? Oh, God!
I resume riding my bicycle. This time slowly. My brain was full of Zulfan s life. How unpredictable life could be! In two days I saw two the different lives, Sita s and Zulfan s. Their lives in the past was different. But, now their lives had changed. How Allah has the power to do it! That s why Allah instructs us not to mock at each other. Maybe the person who we mock is better than us.
Yeah, perhaps I also have to evaluate myself. So many things for me to do to make things right. I have to try hard to make myself better. Allah will always be with me. I rode my bicycle fast as the day began to be get dark.
At home, I told my sister that I have met two of my friends from my elementary school days. They have changed. My sister also in agreement with my statement.
"You know, Sita was helped by her father s friend to study and become a teacher. She was a good girl, diligent and hardworking. Finally, she earned her ways."
"Yes, she deserved it." I replied in agreement with my sister.
"I think what she received in the past made it possible her change her life, becoming better. Maybe without it, she could never get where she is now," conclude my sister.
I nooded. My sister might be right, but she might be wrong. Every body has their way planned and made possible by God. We only look for the right way and certainly we need God to show us to the right way so that we would choose right.
"And your other friend, what s his name?" my sister asked me.
"Zulfan." I answered quickly.
"Yes, that s it. He became blind and lost a leg after he had an accident. What s a pity! In the past he was an energetic boy and coming from a rich family. But, now all of it was in his past. You have seen and known how he lived now. The poor man becomes a beggar."
But, my sister did not know what Zulfan had did to Sita in the past. I thought it s a retribution for him.
It made me wonder how he could go places if he could not see the world. I could not imagine if it befell on me.
"God never has been giving something more heavily than we could not able to accomodate it!" my sister exclaimed.
My sister s sentence answered what have been bothering my mind. I heard it seriously. She was right. Everything that God has given us, was the best thing for us.
A few minutes later, suddenly I remembered something. Why had my sister just told me about the accident now? It has been long time, hasnot it?
"Why you did not tell me about them before?" I asked my sister, trying to investigate why she did it.
"You never asked me about it and when I wanted to tell you, you were always busy talking about your study, your friends at the college, bla bla bla. It was always about your life. So, I thought you did not want to know. It was only friends at elementary school, nothing important. Your friends at college were more important." Her words really stroke me hard. I was speechless. She was right.
"Iam sorry about it. So sorry ..." I left her, and headed to my room. I felt like being alone.
My sister let me go, leaving her alone at living room. I have to evaluate myself. I guessed, I was a fine long day, but in fact I was wrong.
***
"Do you often meet one of our schoolmates?" I felt awkward now. I did not know what else ask. I thought she would feel the same. But all I could think of was standard question. Were not they? Yeah, of course as we have not met for quite a while so here we are acting oddly.
"No. But, do you remember Yanti, Lina, and Susie?"
I nodded. Of course I thought to myself. They were our classmates. Yes, indeed. I have never seen them for four years but it does not mean that I had forgotten them. I thought their life were happy. Until now. If something bad had happened, I would have heard it. So, what happened to them?
"They got married six months ago, except Yanti, she got married a year ago." That was the good news, right? And only we who have not married yet, I guessed that was the next sentence which she would tell me. I felt I knew where she was trying to say.
"Alhamdulillah. It is good news, right? I am very glad to hear that! I hope they will always be happy forever. Uh ..., how about you, Sita? Do you want to follow their way as soon as possible?" I popped the question to her. Perhaps I was wrong, having asked her about it. After all it was a very sensitive matter.
"On the way there I suppose," She answered shortly. "You?" She did right back at me.
"Insya Allah I will, but not as soon." As Allah wishes, added me in my heart.
"I wish I could to talk you about many things but I have to go. Maybe an other times?"
Finally, Sita ended our chit-chat. Maybe she felt unhappy with me. She seemed like she was cornered. So, I could not hold her any longer.
"Sure! See you soon! Assalamu alaikum."
"Wa alaikum salam." Sita walked away. I resume my trip to the market and before long I entered the parking area to park my bicycle. But along the way to the market my brain was full of Sita and her story. She has really changed.
***
The next day, I went back to the market. I forgot to buy balls of string for my sister the previous day. She wanted to weave a bag. Just as I was leaving the market, I saw incidentally a beggar beside the parking area, begging from the passerby. What s a pity! He only had one leg! He dressed in rags. As I approached him, I was surprised. He was blind. I stood before him and filled his hat with some small change.
The beggar said, "Alhamdulillah. May God bless you?"
"Amin!" I had looked him once again before I passed by him. My heart jumped! Oh, God, I knew who he was! It was Zulfan. Yes, indeed! He must be Zulfan, one of my schoolmates at the elementary school. The flyspeck at his forehead which was his trade mark often hidden away with his hair caught my eyes. But, now I could see it clearly now. It was quite a big shoc for me. Who could have guessed? Oh, God!
I resume riding my bicycle. This time slowly. My brain was full of Zulfan s life. How unpredictable life could be! In two days I saw two the different lives, Sita s and Zulfan s. Their lives in the past was different. But, now their lives had changed. How Allah has the power to do it! That s why Allah instructs us not to mock at each other. Maybe the person who we mock is better than us.
Yeah, perhaps I also have to evaluate myself. So many things for me to do to make things right. I have to try hard to make myself better. Allah will always be with me. I rode my bicycle fast as the day began to be get dark.
At home, I told my sister that I have met two of my friends from my elementary school days. They have changed. My sister also in agreement with my statement.
"You know, Sita was helped by her father s friend to study and become a teacher. She was a good girl, diligent and hardworking. Finally, she earned her ways."
"Yes, she deserved it." I replied in agreement with my sister.
"I think what she received in the past made it possible her change her life, becoming better. Maybe without it, she could never get where she is now," conclude my sister.
I nooded. My sister might be right, but she might be wrong. Every body has their way planned and made possible by God. We only look for the right way and certainly we need God to show us to the right way so that we would choose right.
"And your other friend, what s his name?" my sister asked me.
"Zulfan." I answered quickly.
"Yes, that s it. He became blind and lost a leg after he had an accident. What s a pity! In the past he was an energetic boy and coming from a rich family. But, now all of it was in his past. You have seen and known how he lived now. The poor man becomes a beggar."
But, my sister did not know what Zulfan had did to Sita in the past. I thought it s a retribution for him.
It made me wonder how he could go places if he could not see the world. I could not imagine if it befell on me.
"God never has been giving something more heavily than we could not able to accomodate it!" my sister exclaimed.
My sister s sentence answered what have been bothering my mind. I heard it seriously. She was right. Everything that God has given us, was the best thing for us.
A few minutes later, suddenly I remembered something. Why had my sister just told me about the accident now? It has been long time, hasnot it?
"Why you did not tell me about them before?" I asked my sister, trying to investigate why she did it.
"You never asked me about it and when I wanted to tell you, you were always busy talking about your study, your friends at the college, bla bla bla. It was always about your life. So, I thought you did not want to know. It was only friends at elementary school, nothing important. Your friends at college were more important." Her words really stroke me hard. I was speechless. She was right.
"Iam sorry about it. So sorry ..." I left her, and headed to my room. I felt like being alone.
My sister let me go, leaving her alone at living room. I have to evaluate myself. I guessed, I was a fine long day, but in fact I was wrong.
***
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