The End of the Wing Miss
I Don't Need Too Much

Naya swung her steps down the campus corridor. Every now and then he gave a small nod as some of the students who knew him greeted.

This morning is the last day of the Even Semester Final Examination schedule.

Some of the students seemed to still be busy fighting with thick books in his hands. Some are discussing by opening diktats that are also as thick.

But some are also occasionally screaming with his friend while his fingers nimble to move pressing the buttons on their smartphone. Online games!

From behind his niqab Naya smiled a little. He remembered his time as a college student for six years.

A time full of struggle. Especially when you have to face the sad moments of losing loved ones. Father ... Mother .. and Bang ... Ken.

Naya breathed a few times. The shadow of the faces of the three loved ones alternately appeared to greet him. A few moments later Naya closed her eyes. There is a pain when clear circles slide without permission.

"Assalamualaikum ukhti sholehah, if the road is not while daydreaming, it will be rough." a soft motherly voice resuscitated Naya.

Astarghfirullahazim aposchland. Naya raised her face.

"Wa'alaikumussalam, Bundo?!"

Naya immediately greeted and kissed the reverent on the back of Bundo Nilam's hand. The middle-aged woman smiled as she gently rubbed Naya's back.

"Bundo, how are you? Sorry, yes Naya could not attend the closing ceremony of the workshop at that time. Naya's changed the schedule of the lecture that was postponed."

"Yes, nothing. Bundo understands the busyness of the lecturer, designer bu. Uh, but Bundo is really a surprise, fitting know you are also a designer. The owner of La Cantique Boutique. As far as Bundo is concerned, it's an upper-middle-class subscription boutique, right?"

"Ish, Bundo's... Yeah, lengga. We are open to all, really. We're sending the plan to everyone who likes it."

"Well, if that's the occasional Bundo can dong there."

"By pleasure, Bundo. We welcome. If ndak laweh jo palms, jo nyiru we slap. He.he..." Nilam laughed a little while closing his mouth.

"Wow! Minang. Kirain Bundo, being born and raised in a region of people, you don't know anymore petata petitih our parents used to." Bundo Nilam put on his admiring face.

"Alhamdulillah. Take it, Bundo. Father and Mother at home still use Minang language. Although far away in the region of people, he both still educate Naya as a Minang woman", said that Naya's view drifted far. Back the faces of Father and Mother like dancing in the corner of his eyes.

Bundo Nilam, realizing that their conversation had reminded Naya of her dead parents, tried to distract the girl.

"Oh, yes again Bundo apologized, if because of our busy yesterday, there is a schedule that you leave behind. So replace that one, huh?"

"He.he.iya Bundo. But instead of leaving the teaching schedule, Naya simply rewinded her schedule. With the approval of the students, yes."

"Alhamdulillah. Thank goodness." Bundo Nilam smiled.

"Btw, Bundo what's the show here?"

"Religious. This is Najma's paper assignment missed. Even though the requirements to be able to take the exam must bump this paper".

"What time is it, Bundo?"

"She said, anyway. Around two o'clock. But this morning until 12, the exam is full."

"You see, Bundo wrote the same paper as Naya. This morning Najma had her exam in Naya's class."

"Really, anyways? Not bothering you, is it? Bundo plan to wait for Najwa. He said he was still on the road with his friend."

"Too Najwa, pity Najwa Bundo. They are different faculties. Pretty far away. So let's go with Naya, Bundo."

"Alhamdulillah. Thanks so much, yes. Good thing Bundo met you."

Bundo Nilam extended the strip of paper to Naya.

"Yes, Bundo. You welcome. Go straight to class, huh? In about fifteen minutes the exam begins. Assalamualaikum, Bundo." Naya smiled back from behind her niqab while greeting Bundo Nilam.

...***...

The Grand Kito Mall

At 16.10 WIB.

Naya pushes her shopping trolley plan. His eyes were jelly down the shelf by the shelf.

Already half an hour more he was in this grocery, again pay attention to the place where wet fish are usually displayed, but he has not found the fish he was looking for.

Last night when her mother-in-law called her, Naya promised to bring the fish as a hand.

It seems that it takes a struggle to get bilis fish that are said to only live in Lake Singkarak, West Sumatra there.

Naya accidentally came to this mall because Bundo Nilam told her that he could get the fish here. So after the campus, Naya directly here.

Naya was still searching one by one the shelves of wet fish when her eyes were pounded on small fish stored in a tightly sealed pastic container near a collection of dried fish.

Naya approached, her hands stretched out to touch the plastic container containing the small fish which she believed was bilis.

But not until the tip of his finger touches the plastic container, another hand first holds and immediately takes it.

Naya gasps. His eyes were rubbed with the eyes of a middle-aged, fertile woman.

"Oh, sorry, Neng. Same with mbok. Mbok also needs this, from earlier we have three emolls that we came, uh new keencemunya here. So again sorry, Neng."

The mbok cupped his palms together and placed them in front of his chest as an expression of his apology.

Naya smiled at the mother in front of her. He smiled with his head.

"Neverything, Mbok. Simbok means something. Maybe my sustenance is somewhere else," Naya still smiled sincerely.

"What's up, Mbok?"

A voice well known to Naya approached towards them.

"Mother Nadia?"

"You ...?"

Nadya frowned. He stared at the figure in front of him.

The cover of the face - the niqab that the figure wears is a little difficult for Nadia to recognize it. His voice was not foreign to him.

Nadia tried to look at the pair of clear eyes with a clear black ball looking at her unblinkingly. Ogh, he!

Naya smiled from behind her niqab. He stretched out his hand to shake Nadia's hand.

"I'm Naya, mbak. Forgot huh?"

"You Naya? Well, sorry yeah. I don't know you. I can only see the eyes..."

"Yes, no pa pa. Do you shop too?"

Clearly the admiration implied from Naya's sentence. A top model and a famous advertising star wanted to participate in the shopping needs of the kitchen is 'something' for Naya.

"Nw ... Aye, nih. I'm looking for her favorite food ..."

"City ... Meet, no?"

Nadia's sentence was cut off by a distinctive voice that Naya was very familiar with.

A tall, straight figure with a solid jaw walked up to them.

Naya immediately lowered her gaze. He is reluctant if he has to meet again and again with the figure.

Meeting after meeting a few weeks yesterday was quite exhausting his heart.

Making his sleep come back uncomfortable, just as he had been through the stifling days of nearly four years.

"Eh, by. Are you nyampe? That, the Simbok nyari. How's Mbok? Got, right?"

"Alhamdulillah. Can, His. This beautiful Eneng is willing to give up, so ... The symbok who got the fish." Simbok smiled as he brandished a plastic container containing bilis fish.

"So you also like and again find this fish?" Nadia turned her eyes to Naya who was still lowered.

Naya raised her face and turned her gaze straight at Nadia. A smile was still on his face covered in the niqab.

"Yes, mom. I'm also looking for that fish. Udah dizzy .. uh, it means already muter-muter from earlier. I looked from afar, pas deketin .. already the same Simbok. It's not my sustenance like that, Ma'am."

"You first saw, yes ... You take it."

Kei who had just been silent, chimed in on their conversation.

"We look elsewhere, Babe" he said, glancing at Nadia.

"Eehh, don't try Ma'am. I'm looking elsewhere. Although I also nyari bilis fish again, also first saw it, but who managed to reach it was not me. The word Allah is not my sustenance. Or it could be Allah I do not need very, maybe said Allah, who needs it more Nadia. That's why God gave it to Nadia." Naya spoke at length to convince Kei through Nadia.

Nadia and Kei frowned at each other. For a moment they looked.

"So you want to say, even if you first find something, but if he - something that, desired and obtained by others, is, then you will just give it away because you feel you do not need it too much? Didn't she?! What kind of philanthropy is stupid?"

Kei looked at Naya fixedly. His eagle looked like he was about to tear.

Naya who changed frowned. Kei's gaze and words just now were just as sharp for Naya.

"I'm sorry, what did Mr Kei mean? I don't understand." At first Naya looked at Kei but a moment later she turned her eyes away.

"I'm sorry, I'm first Ma'am ... Mops. Assalamualaikum." Naya moved away after nodding her head at Nadia and Simbok.

Kei tightened his jaw. His hands clenched tightly. His knuckles are white. Anger is clearly there. His eyes were straight and remained brazen Naya until the shadow of the girl was lost swallowed by the ripples of mall visitors.

...****...

To be continued

Why is Kei so angry? What is Naya wrong?

Who was having an analogy? Naya or Kei?