LIMA
Ayen menghempas beg galas ke sofa.
Seterusnya badannya pula. Lecture seterusnya lagi empat jam. Biasanya dia akan
lepak di apartment Wawa. Nak diharap dia yang menghabiskan empat jam di library
menunggu lecture seterusnya memang mustahil la.
Wawa di lab
mungkin. Fikiran separa sedar menuturkan.
Remote
controller televisyen dicapai. Terus jari menekan-nekan butang mencari
mana-mana program yang boleh lekat dengan mata.
The very beginning of the ayah, Siraat al-lathina,
Allah makes us describes the previous people who were successful in crossing
the straight, long, difficult journey upwards to Allah…”
Ayen mengangkat kening. Wawa dalam bilik ke?
“…which subtly shows that the real role models of
Islam are not the ones who are still alive, rather the ones who are gone. The
graduation ceremony is death. We ask Allah to show us the path of those who
have graduated from this life successfully.”
Jari masih lagi menekan-nekan butang pada remote controller. Kepala disandarkan pada kusyen sofa. Tak tergerak nak menjenguk bilik Wawa.
“The
next part, ‘an’amta alayhim, is interesting. The word ‘an’ama comes from
nu’uma, which refers to softness/relaxed state. It is no coincidence that cows
and sheep are called an’aam in Arabic. The relation is that cows and sheep when
they move are very relaxed, unlike a tense animal such as a cat. Remember that
Allah described this path as a hard path and the tasks as difficult task, and
that the higher up the ladder one goes, the harder it becomes to stay there and
keep climbing. But Allah then says that the ones who succeed this stage are
those upon whom relaxation is bestowed, they are now calm.”
Suara itu
sekadar samar-samar kedengaran, namun setiap patah jelas. Volume televisyen
diperlahankan.
Ghayri
almaghdubi alayhim’ is commonly translated as ‘not the path of those who earn
your wrath’ or the like. However, this phrase doesn’t even contain the pronoun
‘your’ and that has greater implications than just a grammatical pattern. Allah
does not mention His name to the extent that He does not want His name
mentioned anywhere near those whom His anger is thrown upon them.”
“Wawa...” Ayen memanggil.
Derap langkah dibawa ke arah bilik Wawa.
And ad-daalleen is usually translated as, ‘those who
go astray’. Perhaps a more common contextual translation would describe them as
people who are lost. While this is a lesser degree of failure than having
everyone’s anger flung at you, it is still failure as they did not get Allah’s
guidance."
Daun pintu bilik
Wawa dikuak. Ayen menjenguk ke dalam bilik.
“Ayen?” butang
pause pada keyboard ditekan. Suara tadi terhenti. Wawa menarik pandang dari
skrin laptop. “Laa..kenapa datang tak bagitahu?”
“Aku minta
access daripada Nasuha.”
“Nak makan?”
Ayen mengangguk.
“Lauk kat atas
meja. Aku dah panaskan lauk dengan nasi.”
Ayen lagi sekali
mengangguk. Otak makin ligat mentafsir perkara yang lain selain lauk dengan nasi yang dah dipanaskan.
Butang play pada
keyboard ditekan. Lecture kembali bermula.
“And
again, in this very last ayah, we vow asking guidance from Him, yet we treat
al-Fatihah just like some sort of a subconscious mumble?”
***
Ayen meletakkan
wireless headphone di telinga. Namun, suara Jacoby Shaddix yang memekak di
telinga langsung tidak masuk ke otak.
“And again, in this very last ayah, we vow asking
guidance from Him, yet we treat al-Fatihah just like some sort of a
subconscious mumble?"
Terus wajah Wawa
bertandang ke fikiran. Haishhh… kepala yang tidak gatal digaru-garu. Apa dah
jadi dengan Wawa?
Pertama, makan
dalam lif. Mungkin normal kalau nak makan duduk, angkat tangan tadah doa. Tapi...
Yang tu pertama.
Tak masuk cerita kedua, semalam, yang dia sendiri ternampak Wawa dengar lecture
daripada sheikh mana entah dari laman Youtube. Lecture tentang al-Fatihah
mungkin.
Dan ketiga. Dan
seterusnya...
Banyak. Sangat
banyak. Mungkin berkajang kalau nak disenaraikan semua.
Wawa dah jadi...
…pelik.
Apa dah jadi
dengan kau Wawa?
Kepala digeleng
berkali-kali. Keluh dihela panjang. Cemburu ke? Atau mungkin sebab Ayen sendiri
rasa dia ketinggalan.
Jujur, dia tak selesa dengan keadaan Wawa yang
sekarang.
Dan apa dah jadi dengan aku?
***
Wawa menanggalkan cermin mata.
Hujung pangkal hidung dipicit dengan dua jari. Pening kian terasa sebaik keluar
daripada Science Building. Bahang mentari mungkin.
Langkahan pun jadi
terhuyung-hayang. Seketika, tangan meraba menggapai mana-mana objek.
Sekeliling terasa seakan berputar.
Mata dah mula berpinar. Apa dah jadi nih?
“Wawa!”
Mata Wawa dalam pinar terus mencari
arah suara. Kak Jue… suaranya terlekat di kerongkong.
***
“Ayen!”
Nadhiya yang baru sahaja masuk ke
dalam lab menyapa. Ayen automatik berpaling.
“Wawa blacked out!”
[Binary : Lima]
Jujur,
Membesar itu menyesakkan
Mendewasa itu perit
Habiburrahim
