Alif is still engrossed in the bathroom. Babe Rojali banged on the bathroom door.
"Hurry up! Hurry out!" shouted Babe Rojali from behind the door.
"Elah, Be! My hair is still shampoo and it's been banged on. What's going on?"
"You have to hurry up and take a shower. Last night I ordered Doni, the new neighbor in front of our house. You have to go for an interview this morning at his office. Who knows your fortune will be accepted there."
Alif narrowed his eyes at Babe Rojali's explanation. What's wrong? When do you apply for a job? How come all of a sudden it's just an interview, Alif thought.
"What kind of work, Be? Then you'll be asked to date mature women again. It's boring. Looking for a fresh graduate once in a while," said Alif as he finished his bath.
"You have a terrible brain! What kind of work is important, it's halal (Shari'a or rules in Islam that regulate what can be done or eaten according to Allah's orders), Tong! After all, Doni is a manager at a property company. Before you go home, I'm just chatting with him. He said there's a vacancy in his office."
"Wow, that's great, Be! Just work on the property next month, let's have a two-unit apartment! You don't have to do a lot first. Later, one for me, or one for Nyak and Babe. Later, I bought another one for rent," said Alif opened the bathroom door, then came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Immediately Babe Rojali slapped Alif's head with a bottle of fried oil.
"You don't have to dream too much! Just buy a sack of land to plant flowers, don't worry!"
Mpok Indun appeared and was sad to see the behavior of the son and father and then joined in.
"Well, Bang. Just pray for the good of our child, what's wrong with that? Just say aamiin."
Alif sneered at Babe Rojali. "That's right. Wherever you are, the older you are, the cooler you are, the older Babe is, the louder you are, making a noise like firecrackers slamming."
"What cool? Your face looks like a hoe! Hurry up and go for an interview! Wear your neat clothes! Don't embarrass me. Thank goodness I can help you find a job."
"You don't need to be taught, Be. When it comes to appearance and good looks, l am an expert."
Alif already looks neat wearing a shirt and material pants, his hair is also neatly trimmed, without looking ugly. Armed with the prayers of Nyak and Babe, Alif is ready to go for an interview with Adam Property in the center of Jakarta, where Doni works.
Alif is enthusiastic and hopes that he will be accepted for the job. I'm also tired of working unclearly all this time and sometimes wandering here and there. Plus the hot ears get scolded by Babe Rojali every day.
As soon as he was about to approach Emen, his favorite motorbike, suddenly Alif's eyes were closed with a soft hand.
"Oppa! Oppa Sarangae! (Korean Laguange means I love you)" A girl's scream was heard behind Alif. Alif was confused and hurriedly removed the hand covering his eyes.
Immediately Alif saw in front of him a beautiful girl with smooth white skin, long straight hair dyed brunet with bangs adorning her forehead, Korean-style glowing makeup. Not only that. The beautiful girl wore a bling-bling shirt combined with a matching cardigan and tight hot pants.
"Oppa! Lisa is happy that Oppa is finally home! Why didn't you tell Lisa anyway? I can pick up Oppa at the airport. Huh, I miss you!" The beautiful girl named Lisa immediately hugged Alif spoiled. (Oppa means brother or man who is older in the Korean Language).
"Eeeh ... eeeh ...." Alif frightfully looked around them and immediately pulled Lisa away from her body. "You're crazy, Sa! Not a mahram! It's not good for people to see!" (Mahram means people who are lawful to touch such as husbands, brothers, parents. Apart from that it is forbidden in Islam to touch).
Lisa giggle but complied and wanted to let Alif go even though he tried to pinch Alif's cheeks many times.
"Ahh, Oppa is getting more handsome. Kiyowo! (Handsome/pretty)" Lisa crossed her arms with a cute expression.
Alif is annoyed. "Oppa, Oppa what are you doing? It's just getting worse, isn't it? Two years I've been gone, you're even crazier."
Suddenly a white-skinned boy with charming red lips came running over to Alif and Lisa while cheering.
"Daebak! There's Hyeong! (Hyeong means brother or a man who is older in the Korean Language) Annyeong ha seo. (What's up)" The seventeen-year-old youth bowed slightly to pay respect to Alif.
"Astaghfirullah," (Astaghfirullah is an expression of asking forgiveness from Allah) said Alif, shaking his head at the behavior of Lisa and Risky, her cousin Lisa, none other than the only son of Bik Cenul, Alif's neighbor.
"Why are you saying that, Oppa? Are we the devil? Lisa has made up this pretty to welcome Oppa's arrival. Ottoke? (How is it?) " Lisa pouted spoiled at Alif.
Alif laughed amused. "What are you talking about? Oh God, what's wrong with Baim having two Korean wanna-be intercepted early in the morning?"
Lisa doesn't care about Alif's remarks then takes the package that Risky brought and gives it to Alif. "These are cookies and special kimchi I cooked for Oppa. Oppa will like it."
Alif opens the package. There were two bowls, one filled with real Korean kimchi, the other delicious-looking chocolate cookies.
"I like this one," said Alit, taking the cookies and eating them. "If the vegetables are cooked, it's not what my stomach tastes like. I'd rather eat eggplant and jambul vegetables. That's delicious! But I'll still say thank you very much."
"Ugh, how come the vegetables are cooked? Oppa isn't cool. That's kimchi!" Lisa scowled, but then was grinning again.
"How are you, Oppa? How delicious are the cookies made by Lisa Lalalisa and Kai?" Lisa asked curiously.
Alif laughed again while pecking his lips at Lisa and Risky.
"Lisa, what's wrong? Kai is so poopy? Hey, wake up! Your name is Siti Muhnisah! And you are Risky Wardoyo! Lisa, Kai, so ridiculous."
Lisa pouted again. "Yeah! Bang, can't you see if I've tried to beat myself up like this? Who else if not for you? I'm already glowing like Lisa Blackpink so that you're happy! But I like it!"
"You're wrong, bucin! (bucin is a slang of slave of love)" Alif said. He knows (not just Alif, one village of Menyan knows) that Lisa or Siti Muhnisah, big fans of Blackpink Lisa from the poor era, are crazy about Alif. However, Alif's heart is already attached to another girl.
Loved shoots, the girl arrived. Alif's dream of a pious sweet girl appears. He's Ning. Completely Ningtya Arum Bestari walked into Alif's yard. Alif's heart immediately beat fast when he saw the girl who was diligent in worship and polite attitude. Every day the idol teaches the Al Quran in the mosque. They are not dating, but both promise each other to establish an official relationship to the aisle. She is Ning, Alif's true love since the 4th grade of elementary school, just when the girl had just moved to the village of Menyan.
"Assalamu'alaikum," said Ning, who looked stunningly beautiful wearing a pastel pink robe and a long hijab covering her aurat. It was peaceful looking at Ning.
"Waalaikumsalam," said Alif. Lisa also replied, but her facial expression was sullen when she saw Ning coming.
Immediately there was a contrasting scene between the reclusive soft sweet girl and the trendy beautiful girl.
"Alhamdulillah, Mas Alif has returned safely. Nothing is missing," Ning said, smiling shyly at Alif.
Alif immediately drew closer to Ning, but immediately kept his distance as Ning seemed to hesitate. That's how they have been. Love within limits.
Alif was very happy to see Ning's face again. For two years he had missed Ning. It is said that LDR is not appropriate because they are not dating. But the commitment that has been adrift between the two makes the distance torture.
Ning is still as charming as ever, even increasing the aura of beauty in Alif's eyes.
"This is for Mas Alif. Earlier, Ning made Mas Alif's favorite caramel cassava," Ning said as she handed Alif a parcel containing her homemade cake. Ning's eyes caught the chocolate cookies in Alif's hands and suddenly there was a spark in her heart. Alif immediately realized and hid the cookies behind his body. Immediately he received a parcel from Ning.
"Thank you, Ning. You still remember my favorite," said Alif.
Suddenly Lisa was holding Alif's hand. "Come on, Bang Alif, you said that you wanted to eat kimchi together? It's okay with Babe too!"
"Here, what the hell? When did I say I wanted to eat kimchi together?" Alif is embarrassed to let Lisa go, but Lisa still holds him firmly.
Ning noticed Lisa's hand was holding Alif's and became gloomy, immediately looking down again. Alif realized this and immediately pulled Lisa's hand away from him.
"Ning, it's not like that. Lisa likes to compose freely."
"It's okay, Mas. I have no right to forbid anyone who wants to stay in touch with Mas Alif."
Mpok Indun and Babe Rojali watched from the terrace of the house.
"Lif! Why don't you go for a ride? You even talk to the girls. You'll be late!" Mpok Indun said.
"Just leave it be, Beb! Let Alif be the one who cheers on," said Babe Rojali. "It's not in vain that I passed on my handsomeness to my children. Look at that, he's a crush on girls. It's like I was taken over by one sub-district. There are Lela children, Kong Haji's daughter, and Midah, Sarah, Zainab...."
Babe Rojali's words immediately stopped when he saw the wife next to him glaring in displeasure.
"Handsome is handsome, but why do you use it to mention all women, Bang? So what do you think, Bang?"
Babe Rojali smirked and immediately embraced his wife. "Don't worry, Honey. My love is just for you. Just be cranky. Yes, you are the most beautiful, the sexiest, that's why I made you my wife!"
Mpok Indun didn't get angry and smiled like a shy virgin.
"Our son is indeed handsome, so a lot of people like him. But I prefer Alif to be just Lisa."
"Why? Ning is suitable for Alif. Will be a pious daughter-in-law."
Mpok Indun from afar watched Ning's figure with obvious displeasure. "I feel not good about Ning. I don't know. It's like this, Bang, Lisa is durian, Ning mango."
Babe Rojali was confused. "Huh? Why are the girls the same as fruit?"
"Listen to first please, Bang!" Mpok Indun pinched his spoiled husband. "Lisa is durian, from the outside it's rough, sloppy, but inside, hmm... good and loyal. The proof is that waiting for Alif until now has been loyal even though Alif has often refused to die. On the other hand, Ning is like mango, from the outside it smells really good, but when you open it, it's really sweet, a lot of drag!"
Babe Rojali shook his head. "There you are! Your imagination is high."
Meanwhile, Alif is starting to feel uncomfortable with Ning, afraid that Ning will misunderstand Lisa.
"Then I'll say goodbye, Mas. Assalamu 'Alaikum" said Ning as he left.
"Eh, Ning. Wait, let me deliver it," said Alif, chasing Ning's steps.
"No need, Mas. I just want to go to the front shop, buy Bude Sastri's order. Mas Alif said he wants to go, you'll be late."
Ning glanced at Mpok Indun who saw that he didn't like it. Ning had always felt that way.
"Well, be careful, Ning. Let me know if there's anything wrong. Pray for Mas to get the job done, Ning." Alif smiled sweetly at Ning.
Ning nodded then left. Alif still watched Ning leave until the edge of the girl's robe was no longer visible at the turn of the road. Awestruck.
Before being teased again by Lisa, the wannabe K-Pop princess, Alif rushes off.
Alif has not felt nervous during an interview session in a long time. You know. Recently he has been getting odd odd jobs. Babe even often grumbles because his engineering degree is not used properly. Get a stray job that has nothing to do with technique.But this time Alif's luck was good. The HRM (Human Resources Manager) who interviewed him seemed interested. The man read Alif's application in his hand with a broad smile. On that day Alif thanked Babe Rojali for caring so much about him that he secretly took care of Alif's application letter. Babe wants Alif to work quickly, not because of money, because Babe Rojali has a bamboo garden which results in a bamboo craft business. The turnover is decent and it is enough to help Mang Dayat, Kang Ibik, and several blind youths who are less fortunate to work there. Babe Rojali is just worried to see his single son become unemployed. Even though Alif is often beaten, abused, and taken in all sorts of ways, it's like a sensei sword
This morning is so fresh. Also special for Alif because today is a day off after his first week of working at an elite property office. Time to relax while drinking coffee on the terrace, Alif thought. Just a step out, Alif's smell caught the smell of uduk rice from across the street. Precisely at Mbok Cenul's house. "Just wait in front of it. It's been a long time since I've eaten Mbok Cenul's curdled rice." Alif immediately went to Mbok Cenul's yard. It has been a long time since Mbok Cenul has been in the breakfast trading business with cooking skills, a home page, and a small setting filled with perfunctory food ingredients. "Anyeong, Hyung!" (Korean Language, means: Hello, Brother) said Rizky approaching Alif friendly. Alif took a seat on a bench in front of a long table that could be occupied by several people. Sabrani was already there, a resident of the village of Menyan, drinking coffee while playing with his cellphone, scrolling thro
Lisa's make-up this afternoon is not usual. Her hair is messy and pulled up, just wearing a free T-shirt with a drink brand and hot pants. She slings a small bag at his waist. The steps were in a hurry towards Mbak Sarmi's shop in front of the alley. Once in front of the alley, Lisa's eyes lit up like an eagle finding prey. The target is already at the scene. Lisa came over to Mbak Hamidah, Teh Kokom, and Mpok Yetti who were still hanging out at the stall accompanying Mbak Sarmi while grinding pecel (kind of Indonesian food made from vegetable) spices for her customers. "Assalamualaikum, Charlie's Angel!" cried Lisa to the three women. All of a sudden, the three women had perfect appearances, bright straight lines that almost reached their ears, bright red lipstick, and thick powder set aground. "Waalaikumsalam!" Everyone answered Lisa. However, Mbak Hamidah scowled and looked away. "Surely you already know what I'm here for, right? Wh
"Lullaby... oh, Lullaby... if you don't sleep, you're bitten by a mosquito...."Alif listened to the soft singing voice. A woman's voice came from in front of her house.The singing voice sounded again. This time it was followed by the cry of a baby. Alif is curious and leaves the house. From the terrace of his house, he saw a woman wearing a long white dress dragged on the floor and very long hair standing in the street. In her arms is Sabrani's baby. The woman's back to him.Alif's heart was racing. He still remembers the events that happened yesterday in his village.Slowly the figure walked closer to Alif."Lullaby... Lullaby...."Alif trembled with fear. I want to run, but I can't. His legs felt like they were being weighed by a ton.Slowly the figure turned to face Alif showing a sinister pale face and bloody canines. Kumara smirked at Alif."Whoa!"Alif woke up from his sleep. His breath hitched."Astaghfir
All this day, Alif is restless in the office. His mind kept spinning thinking about what had happened earlier. The commotion about Sabrani's baby disappearance, the angry residents accusing Kumara of being a kuntilanak, then the soft voice of a woman he heard. Everything is like a mystery.For some reason, the image of Kumara's beautiful face keeps haunting Alif wherever he goes. The woman was so beautiful, glowing, and elegant. Her profile is exactly that of a supermodel, plus the cold expression she always shows. However, why does Kumara's beauty match the slanted notion of her?Alif checks his cellphone in his spare time. Lisa still blocked his number. Immediately clapping. Alif still feels bad. His business with Lisa isn't over yet. Now, Kumara and Doni's problems are added.Finally, something refreshed Alif. Like a mountain fountain watering his arid heart. WhatsApp message from Ningtya Arum Bestari, the idol of the heart.[Assalamualaikum. Mas Alif
As long as it is not proven that Kumara is an invented kuntilanak as alleged by the residents, no one is allowed to hurt and intimidate them. That's Mr. RT's strong message. Residents are quite conducive. Despite the uncomfortable situation, Doni still went to work as usual and Kumara did her daily activities at home such as taking care of the flowers in her garden, shopping for her favorite fried chicken at Bang Ahmad's fried chicken outlet, and occasionally joking with the neighbors' children. However, for the last time, parents became angry and reacted in various ways, from fear of their children being kidnapped or preyed upon, angry, or subtly asking their children not to play around Kumara's house. Not a single citizen was willing to return Kumara's smile when the woman rebuked him. All accepted by Kumara in a long silence. The beauty who likes to wear white or black dresses will always return to her flagship expression. Empty. Even so, there was one per
The restaurant where the Adam Property company gala dinner was held in one of the lists of luxury restaurants in Jakarta.As soon as he entered the restaurant, Alif enjoyed the restaurant's European vintage-style architecture. Indeed the restaurant is typical French food. However, the company leadership has requested a local menu for guests who prefer local food.Alvin approached Alif while the others were busy chatting or enjoying delicious food at large tables or standing chatting."Lif, how come Lisa's reply is so mean? It's just yes, no." Alvin shows his WA chat with Lisa to Alif."Yes, you have to be patient. She's a tough type of girl. She's not feeling well, maybe." Alif gulped down his non-alcoholic cocktail. Slightly loosened the shirt collar behind the suit he was wearing."But I'm getting more and more curious, Lif. It's not usually a girl who refuses me." Alvin styled self-assured while brushing his hair.Alif laughed mockingly.
Alif hastily entered the room after the event. Immediately opened the parcel from Kumara with his body still shaking. Alif struggles to get rid of the scary images of demonic figures he sees because of Kumara.The long box opened. Inside was a scroll of love letters from Kumara to Alif that she didn't have time to give to him first. There was also an arrow with a little bloodstain. Alif remembers that it was an arrow that had been stuck in Kumara's hand when the children of the hermitage were hunting and misfired.After holding the arrow for a while and reading the contents of Kumara's love letter for a long time, Alif finally took another object that was in the box. A gold ring that Alif had borrowed from Encang's wife, for the dowry of his failed marriage to Kumara. There is a sadness that fills Alif's heart, even though his love for Kumara is not as deep as it used to be."Why have you been silent all this time? You're not usually like that. Could it be that