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Cerpen bahasa inggris judul The Rib Of YasinThat day, Dila made people amazed to her. Chairman of the committee commemoration Maulid Prophet of Muhammad appointed her as a reader of holy Qur’an. She has done her job so well. Her tuneful Voice and eloquence to recited verse by verse, made no one of Adams didn’t can attention to her. Dila was a cheerful girl and sociable with anyone. The girl who was so simple and humble. The girl was 21-year-old more special than any girl that on Fatqul sight. The young man concerned Dila nonstop since she was in the pulpit to read her choice verses. Fatqul really wanted to see her. He even waited Dila seriously until she came out of the mosque. Almost one hour since the show ended, Fatqul was still waiting.
“Assalamua’alaikum?”
“Wa’alaikumsalam.” Replied Dila, while thought what she knew the person in front of her. The young man who greeted to her.
“It seems I’ve seen you, but where did you?” Dila was still considering.
“Habibah? Didn’t we have been in the same Senior high school. “Answered Fatqul.
“Masya Allah, yes I remember you. You are Yasin, aren’t you? ”
“Fatqul.”
“No, you’re Yasin. My name is Dila but why do you call me Habibah? so, don’t complain when I call Yasin.” She said with a smile.
Fatqul smiled. “Do you also study at here? What semester are you? So, what Faculty did you chose?”
“Alhamdulillah I am being in thesis. I took Faculty of Law. And you?”
“I had graduated a year ago. Now, in process to get a profession title.”
“What profession?”
“Doctor.”
“Wow, so cool. I never suspected it, my senoir in high school who was also head of OSIS was now a doctor candidate. Uupss… Had a doctor graduate.”
Fatqul smiled shyly. “We are in the same university, why did we never meet?”
Dila bowed his head. “We are in different faculty. Yasin, why can you stray to my place?”
“Oohh .. I’ve been looking for a place to pray and happened to pass by here. Ehh, instead there is a discourse so I decide join for it. Occasionally be an intruder in your faculty. It’s no problem. Alright?”
Dila smiled shyly. She was still down and reluctant stared at Fatqul. “Yasin, could you still recognize me. Whereas I was different than the first?”
“What’s your mean?”
“This is.” Answered Dila, pointed to his right cheek.
“Why with your cheek?”
This often made Dila down. Despited trying ignored her physical condition, but a shame it would still appear when someone asks what caused his face like that.
“Accident three years ago.” Dila kept smiling to hide his embarrassment. She was still covering her cheek, so the incision long as 4cm was not visible.
“Why should be covered? Do you think just because it I would not recognize you? Such the incison will not be cover up your beauty, Bah. Beautiful is not of physical but morality. Your sound make me immediately recognize you.”
“Is that true? impossible if the beauty is not a priority in view of man to see the woman.” Said Dila in her heart. They were still walking and talking. Not knowing where to went. Only around the campus. Until Dila awared of what she did.
“Sorry I’ve got an appointment for revision. I’m sorry if I go first ”
“Even though I forbid you, you’re also will go, that’s right? so please. Good luck, Bah.”
Dila ran. She was afraid that if her promise to implement the revised late that day. “Thank you. The next time I see you do not call me “Bah” again.” She still had time to shout replied the Fatqul’s phrase.
How not to call by that name, since they first met in high school. Only the name “Habibah” was which Fatqul knew. Habibah Hubaidillah was her name, and only first name was written in the name take used by Dila on her uniform. Everyone called Dila, only Fatqul was already accustomed to call Habibah. Dila did not want to lose, he knew everyone called him “Fatqul”. Full name was Fatqul Yasin. Therefore Dila responded to the call was not calling name.
They were not close friend. Each was a person which did not like to interfere with the privacy of others. They were busy with their own goals. It’s just that they have the same to high school. That did not guarantee they knew just like that, because Fatqul 2 levels on her. They knew when was at the same an organization. A study of Islam in high school organization. Fatqul never expected to meet with Dila. 6 years, quite a long time. But they still recognized each other. “Yasin.” Fatqul smiled to himself when he had to remembered how Dila called him.
Some next day, since the meeting. He did not understand what made his feet has took another step to the place. What would he do in the Faculty of Law? “Astagfirullah.” When he remembered her image who called him Yasin. He realized, “What I look for? What happen with her?” Fatqul still around erratically. He was also confused about what he was doing there. While his own feeling Dila expect would appear. Useless, he could not find her. He realized what he had done and he felt it was a folly. Fatqul left the place. By the day he felt more padding. Why did he miss to go where the place is. Again he set feet to the Faculty of Law. But for once he found her. A girl who was crying. Saw her, Fatqul afraid to approached. One which he felt. He held his chest began to hurt. Sick if he saw tears coming out of her eyes.
“Why are you crying?” Fatqul ventured to ask.
“Yasin?” He smiled delete her sadness. “Why are you here?” He continued.
“Answer my question first. I’ll answer your questions.”
“This is.” Dila showed a wedding invitation.
“So, because of this? why? perhaps because the man at the invitation whom you love but he’s married to someone else? isn’t he? ”
“Do not be ridiculous.” Dila hit Fatqul by the invitation. “Is true if every woman is created from the rib of man?”
“Yes. Every woman is Hawa. And Hawa was created from Adam’s rib. Every man is Adam. God broke the left rib of Adam while he was still asleep, when he was awoke, Hawa was located next to him. Why are you suddenly asking that? ”
“Sometimes I wonder. On whom the rib is going back. Who is my place? Like what my Adam?”
“Hush, .. why such a question. Whoever your owner, someday you’ll come back to him. And he that there were also looking for you, that his ribs.”
“He and she. The people in this invitation are my friends. They’ve been together so long and finally got married. ”
“Does not mean his rib. Even though have been together for so long it is not guaranteed. We never know who our soul mate.” Fatqul cut Dila’s sentence.
“Eemm.” Dila nodded her head the sign if she understood the Fatqul’s explanation.
“so, what make you cry? because of jealousy?”
“I never feel how having a boyfriend. But I am also human. Normal like everyone else. I too have felt the love of a man but I am only willing to hold it all. And what I did was incredible pain. As a very hard struggle. I do because of fear Allah’s wrath if I carried away of my feeling that would be a great enemy of human passions. And I believe that Allah has determined who my soulmate is. Why do I cry? because, why until now I have not been on the shuttle? I am afraid there is nothing with this rib place.”
Fatqul smiled at her answer. “O Allah, is so wonderful she keep holiness. He was able to fight against her feeling because she still fear the God. I’m sure she never touched by any man. She was good since I knew her. A soft-spoken and respect me as a person older than her. If I have a wife like her.” Fatqul was carried on his mind. Brought him chestnut about Dila.
“Oh Allah. What was I talking about?” said Fatqul, patting his head.
Dila laugh. “What? What did have you talking about?”
Fatqul shook his head. “Nothing. That’s all right. Habibah, so lucky he has rib like you.”
“Luckily from where? who want a girl whose face was deformed like mine?”
“Habibah. I has just praise you . Eh, I am wrong. What make regret the circumstances like that? are not you clever, know all about your religion. By mentioning that the face disability, have insulted unto yourselves along with your God. You had been pretty perfectly, because of a destiny the face were injured. But even then, still beautiful. Virtue going to cover all of the deficiency. Moreover, it’s just 4cm scar. All over the face if were injured. want to be like that?”
“Your rib is so lucky. If there she know how well the place her.”
“Then why do not do plastic surgery if you want the scar disappear?”
“Because, I do not want to waste money just to stupid problem like this. Much more useful things I have to do with expense money.”
“You can not deceive me, Bah. Basically is good it just good.”
Dila smiled. Praise each other will not make her comfortable. While Fatqul delighted to see her smiling again. He realized that he had fallen in love with Dila. Fatqul did not want to mess up her thesis, so he should be defere told Dila. Waited until time came.
“Dad, Dila want to get married.”
His father was surprised. After from town suddenly brought gifts the sentence. “Married to whom? What asking you to marry there, dear?”
“No one, Dad. If anyone applying to me, does Dad allow?” She still managed joke with her father.
“Oh it’s okay,dear. I’ll very happy. Marriage is sacred place for people fall in love. Do you have, ..” She said.
“Falling in love has been since high school, Mom. I’ve loved him.”
“Oh God. My daughter .. God forgive my daughter. So, you had been, ..” Her mother was surprised.
“Ouch.” She rubbed his back that had beaten her mother. “Dila is still there on the right, Mom, Dad. Dila was never like that, hanky-panky.”
Had 4 years she learned pursue the science of law. It the one she was later during this time. Became a scholar. Perhaps, she would be a wife as well.
“I will not say much. If you ask whether I was serious, I’m really serious. Insya Allah I’ve convinced. Habibah, I really love you. I want to marry you.” Dila was silent did not answer a word. Although she could not lie if is the people whom she loved since high school is Fatqul. “Are you sure you want with have you say? you do not know me. About family and my life.” Dila dared to answer.
“Yes. I’m waiting for you answer.”
“Give me time. During that time you will know about me. And you really sure with it all.”
What Dila really know what she had said. She should have answered with “Yes.” She could not lie if she wanted to get married. Especially with Fatqul. Is not she also loves him? Hold it for years. Apparently Dila knew what he had done. Fatqul knew marriage was not easy. Her parents were also entitled to assess his future wife who. Is she a religious woman? How too the family? Things never suspected by Fatqul. Dila’s sentence, “During that time you will know about me.” It Was Dila’s mean?
“Habibah?” Dila lowered her head. “What are you doing here?” asked Fatqul.
“I live here. So, are you?” Dila turn asked. Her hand was still holding the broom. She was cleaning up the yard at the orphanage was dirty.
“I have a duty free check for orphaned children. What do you mean with you live here?”
“It is my home. Indeed, I stay here. Appropriate place for a person who has no dad and mom like me.”
Fatqul heard with silence. “I do not care.” It was that cloged his mind. Not a problem Dila an orphan or not.
“I want you to answer last offering. I want to. But, before you should be ask for divine guidance. Am I you rib, Yasin? You should be say it all on your parents. Do they accept me that only an orphan?”
For the love. He wanted to marry her. Did not care what happened. Did not care she had no family. Who was she, Fatqul not care. But do his parents? The problem is Fatqul a child really think the parents. “Mommy just want you to marry a woman of equal rank. Mommy want to happier to see you married to a woman’s right.”
“But she is really good, mom. A pious woman.”
“Many women who pious are. Is now average woman veiled all. You easily get the same beautiful woman doctor. And mom had chosen her for you.”
What should he say to Dila? Fatqul was very obedient to his mother. He had never even defied his mother’s words. The dream of being a doctor it was because his mother’s willingness. He was willing to follow his mother’s and sacrificed his wish to became a lawyer. All he did to make his mother happy. The hardest thing for life which will he felt during his life this time has happened. She could not marry with Dila. Woman he loved.
“I’ve got the direction.” Fatqul delivered the sentence gravely face.
Well, Dila already knew what happened. A doctor did not deserve to marry a woman like her. His family would find an equivalent degree. Dila cried.
“That’s why I did not want to rush. Then how?”
That Hurt to saw the tears more. Fatqul could not stand when he saw Dila sad like that. “I’m not your place. May be I’m too bad as the owner of the rib just like you. You’re not my rib, Bah. I’m sure, where a body with a series of the rib have been searching for a missing rib. Looking for you. And I still have to find my rib. ”
Everything has been Fatqul said. After that sentence, he just turned left Dila. “People who had been buried in my heart is you, Yasin. I feel like a the rib that has been wasted.” said Dila with sobbed. Oh Allah. Did that guilty Fatqul hurted Dila. He quickly went from the presence of Dila. Did not want to more pain especially when Dila said that. “I like the the rib that have been wasted.”
6 years have been later.
“Doctor Fatqul, your schedule today examining patient in the rose room no.2, a woman who suffered from leukemia.”
“Yes nurse, We get there soon.” His footsteps were getting closer to the room. Why Fatqul suddenly felt pain in his chest. More pain when he knew who the patient was in front of him.
“How are you?” Said the woman. Her face was pale but a beautiful smile was still rise.
“Fine.”
“Do you’ve found your rib?” Said Dila.
Indeed, ever since they were did not married. Fatqul married but with his mother’s choice who also works as a doctor. Not long after they married but they divorced. It turned out the woman he married had an affair behind him. And Dila not married to this day, since she graduated S1 and continued S2 in another city. That time they met again but with the state of Dila who was sick.
“I have. Now, I’m realizing who my rib is.” Fatqul answered with tears in his eyes. He also still held the chest pain. “Maybe you have found your rib. But you actually destroy it and throw it away. When you know it, you will no longer be able to have the rib.” Dila should rest. No one was allowed to talk to her. While Fatqul spoke to Dila’s father and mother. “Once Dila told me that she was an orphan.”
“She was an orphan. Since childhood she had I take care and be my daughter. In college S1 she lived in orphanage mine. She was there to help my wife takes care of everything. ”
Sorry? What Fatqul regretted? “Why Dila did not tell him everything?” If Dila told him about it, they might be married. Dila has foster parents, was a religious figure who have boarding school and orphanage. “Dila did not want in view bucause there we are. She did not want other people to notice because she is my daughter. She wants to be noticed as Dila.” Said Dila’s father.
“Dad, ..” Shouted Dila’s mother hysterical.
They all went back to the room where was lying Dila. “Dila, Dad.” Her mother was still cried hysterically.
“Innalilahi wainna illa’ihi roji’un, ..” Her father cried. “This is your way, dear. Allah love to you. Dila is a good woman.” Fatqul again felt pain in his chest. Finally he realized that his illness was due to Dila. Own rib he had foolishly break.
The End
