Neeraja Patel (India), Gupta Muhammad Hassan (Egypt), Wibawa Prayogo (Indonesia) Crushing Headcannons
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A/N: Hey @reeces-pieses! Thank you so much for the request and I hope you do not mind that I added Indonesia as well as Egypt for this headcannon. This is for relationship headcannons and soon after this would be done. I would make a Crushing headcanon!
Gender: Neutral
Warning: None
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Neeraja Patel - India
Pretty much obvious when he had crush and sometimes have a hard time he tries to hide it away from you because he is naturally an expressive type of person
If you are his classmate, sometimes he leaves some Indian sweets on your table but if you don't like sweets, he could make savoury snacks for you
A little bit more talkative than usual when he is around you as he unconsciously tells you the things he really likes, maybe about his club activity or other things.
A little bit handsy but he would still respect your personal space. He would most likely hold your hand if you let him as he thinks that you have nice warm hands.
Also, he would listen to all of your rent even though he does not understand the, and if you ask him his own opinion. He would try his best to give the answer that you wish to hear.
A little bit easily jealous when he sees there are other guys trying to talk to you but he won't show it because he would still put his charming smile around you and that person.
Also, he would try to make you laugh with some of his Indian jokes despite sometimes it does sound stupid or the joke was too dry that you don't understand the joke at all.
He always wants to be around you and think about you, can be a little bit clingy as he also tries to hog all of your attention but if you need some space. he would respect that and leave you alone.
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A slender man with dark brown skin sat at the back of the classroom, engrossed in a conversation with another student who had dark spiky brown hair, and brown eyes, and wearing a pair of rimmed rectangular glasses. In his classmate's hands, he was holding a tiny creature that could grow into a giant if it grew older and it was obviously an elephant's calf.
As they talked, Neraja noticed a hint of distraction in Thailand's, he seemed to be listening to him, but his gaze kept shifting towards the door. It didn't take long for India to figure out the reason. His crush, (Y/N) (L/N) the country of (C/N) was about to enter the classroom and he could feel his heart beating.
(Y/N) (L/N) has a beautiful (H/C) hair colour with (H/L) hair length. As they/she/he has a mesmerizing (E/C) eye colour that could steal everyone's heart. As you walked into the room, the entire class seemed to brighten in his eyes. It was as if there was only you in his eyes and the other person had disappeared.
His friend Thailand who was quite perceptive, noticed a beautifully wrapped box on their desk, which had gone unnoticed by you so far. Without missing a beat, the glasses guy decided to give Neraja a little nudge.
"Hey, India, you should probably show (Y/N) the box on your table. It might catch their attention," Thailand points out.
"I'm sorry but no. I'm sure (Y/N) is going to notice it sooner," Neraja smiled at his friend.
As the class progressed, Neraja nervously stole glances at (Y/N), hoping you would glance in his direction and notice the mysterious gift on your desk. Would you notice the box? Would you figure out that it was from him? Minutes turned into hours, and the anticipation weighed heavily on him.
Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, (Y/N)'s eyes flickered to the small box on her/his/their desk. You hesitated for a moment, a puzzled expression crossing your face. With a soft smile, (Y/N) picked up the box and began to unwrap it. India held his breath as (Y/N) revealed the contents.
Inside it is a handmade spiral sweet that seems to be some kind of fried dough that was coated with corn syrup. It is one of the most popular delicacies in his country. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise, and a warm blush crept across your cheeks as you realized someone had just given you a sweet.
She/he/they couldn't help but smile at the obvious handmade Jalebi that is inside of the small lunch box as the smell of the sweet is mouthwatering. As Neraja looked up and saw the person with (H/C) hair colour. His heart skipped a beat, his crush was walking up to him and she/he/they was smiling!
The prince-like Indian guy swallowed nervously, trying to muster the courage to speak to his crush as he tried to make himself look natural with his friendly smile despite the reddening cheeks giving it away.
"Namaste (Y/N), is there anything you need?" if he had a tail, it would be already wagging excitedly.
"Thanks for the Jalebi, Neraja. It's really sweet of you that you gave me this," (Y/N) said.
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Gupta Muhammad Hassan - Egypt
He is a mix of obvious and can hide his crushing on you, he's a man who doesn't talk a lot as he doesn't express his emotion a lot. Although, his cheeks would be slightly tinted pink when he is around you.
The reason I said he's not as obvious as India is because each time you almost caught him staring at you. His eyes were already cast away and seeing other things even though you felt someone was staring at you.
Even with you, he could still be brutally honest and speak just a few words as he acts like he doesn't want to speak with you at all so it seems that he hates your gut.
However, all of those are just a facade to hide his real emotion because he is actually EMBARRASSED to talk with you and he does not know how to start a conversation.
When he is staring at you, you could mistaken him that he hates you because of his blank looks but if you notice the lights in his eyes. He's actually starstruck with your beauty.
Also, Gupta is also the type that would also help you when there is a chance where he could get close to you as he would stay close to you and glare at those who are trying to approach you when he is there.
Actually, he would also listen to you when you vent and he is a much better listener than India because he doesn't get distracted as easily as India and he could give a better answer for you.
If you hold his hands, he would have a much funnier reaction because he would immediately freeze as he is trying to process what just happened but instead of getting annoyed. He would just let you hold his hands,
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A guy with a white cover on his head found himself once again in the heart of the United Nations, a place where the hopes of the countries could help each other or finish all of the countries' problems through a meeting to talk about how to solve them. He gazed around at the representatives of the many nations, bickering, pointing fingers, and arguing over resources, boundaries, and ideologies.
It seemed as though the world's problems would never find a resolution here. Egypt sighed in annoyance, his patience wearing thin. He had seen countless meetings like this, where representatives of nations played a never-ending game of one-upmanship. Every nation vied for dominance, wanting their voice to be the loudest, and their interests to be the most important.
Just as Gupta was lost in his thoughts, his fullgreen forest eyes caught the sight of a person with (H/C) hair colour with a (H/L) hair length sitting in front of him. They/he/she was seated next to another country's representative, engaged in an animated conversation, and a bright smile adorned their/his/her face.
Gupta's heart skipped a beat as he watched them/him/her, his cheeks beginning to flush a little bit as the picture of his crush noticing him went through his head and he was hoping that maybe just one day you notice him. However, it was not easy to just come up to you and start the conversation.
Gulpta is not a man of word, he is a man of action and if he tries to start the conversation. It is only going to end up with a simple 'Hello' and a 'Goodbye'. The man with the white cover found himself lost for a moment, unaware of how long he had been staring. His resting face often gave the impression of anger, despite his internal feelings being quite the opposite.
The country next to (Y/N) seated beside her/him/them, couldn't help but notice Gupta's intense gaze, and they shivered in fear. The expression on Gupta's face led them to believe that he hates (Y/N)'s gut without any reason. In a hushed whisper, (Y/N)'s concerned friend leaned over to your ear.
"(Y/N), what the heck did you do? I see someone staring at you as if you burn his entire place!" they said.
The girl with (H/C) hair colour furrowed her eyebrows, confused by her friend's whispered concern. She turned to see what her friend meant, but by the time she looked, Egypt had already averted his gaze, his attention fixed on a note laid on his table. Confused, you returned your gaze to your friend and shook your head a bit.
"What are you talking about? No one is staring at me,"
As Egypt shifted his attention back to the world meeting, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. On one hand, he sighed in secret relief that (Y/N) hadn't caught him staring at her, he did not want (Y/N) to think of him as a creep. Yet, on the other hand, he couldn't help but hold onto a glimmer of hope that perhaps, one day, (Y/N) would notice him, and they might strike up a conversation.
On the other hand, (Y/N) held a secret wish of your own. They/he/she longed for the day when the guy with a white keffiyeh, would gather the courage to strike up a conversation with you. However, the reality of your life was often consumed by the mountain of paperwork bestowed upon you by your demanding boss.
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Wibawa Prayogo - Indonesia
When he has a crush on you, it's not as obvious as India. In fact, it is much harder to find out that he has a crush on you or if he is just being friendly.
Around you, he could still smile around you and still be comfortable when you are holding his hands or touching him. He would still act like everything is fine despite screaming internally and panicking that his crush just touched him
We can see that Wibawa is an extrovert as he can get along with everyone and female countries could be mistaken for him being friendly as being flirty.
Now the way that you find out that he is actually has a crush on you that he would listen to your deep talk. He's not the type of a person that likes to tell other people about himself so if he is vulnerable around you, he has a crush on you.
Also, he would be much more teasing around you. Not in a mean way but in a cute and compliment way
"Lookin' good today, cutie" with a cheeky smile.
And if you have his phone number, he would be always waiting for you to reply to his text messages and sometimes he would text you all night, forgetting that it's already four in the morning.
His words would become softer and his eyes would be brighter. each time he speaks with you. Sometimes, he would slip some hints to you that he has a crush on you and secretly a little bit upset but also relieved if you are dense.
Always wants to be with you constantly and always thinks about you but tries to make it less obvious because he does not want to be seen as a creepy guy.
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In the dim light of the classroom, a group of friends had gathered for an evening of laughter. Among them was a guy with jet-black hair and striking golden eyes like the colour of honey. He sat at a table with his friends, who were all joking and sharing stories, creating an atmosphere filled with warmth and joy.
Wibawa couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh at one of his friend's jokes, his golden eyebrows gleaming with amusement. He was thoroughly engaged with the story of how his friend was caught that they were eating while cooking in the back of the classroom but instead of getting punished, the teacher also joined them.
Everyone at the table was having a great time, except for one person. The person has a (H/C) hair colour and a pair of (E/C) eye colours. Their/his/her face was illuminated by the pale glow of their phone screen, which they/he/she were glaring at with a mixture of annoyance and frustration. Their/his/her brows were furrowed, and it was evident that you were preoccupied with something on your phone.
Wibawa, ever perceptive, couldn't help but notice that (Y/N) seemed to be upset or irritated about something. He excused himself from the conversation at the table and made his way over to where (Y/N) sat. With a concerned look on his face, Wibawa gently asked,
"Hey, (Y/N), is everything okay? You seem a bit off today."
(Y/N) sighed and looked up from their/his/her phone, meeting Wibawa's warm, caring gaze. "It's just work stuff," they/he/she replied with a tired smile, appreciating his concern.
"Don't worry about it, Wibawa," you told him and waved your hand outward, trying to shoo him away.
"Well, if you ever want to talk or need a distraction from that screen, I'm here for you," Indonesia pulled up a chair next to (Y/N).
The reason Indonesia was so eager to cheer (Y/N) up was a deeply held secret that he had guarded for some time. In reality, he had a crush on her, a feeling that he had kept hidden behind his friendly and approachable demeanour.
Indonesia, inspired by the warmth of the moment, immediately had an idea. With a friendly smile, he turned to (Y/N) and suggested, "Hey, why don't you come sit next to me? I'd love to introduce you to my friends. They're an amazing bunch, and I think you'd fit right in." His eyes sparkled with excitement.
You were taken slightly by surprise as Indonesia suddenly offered you a place next to him. She accepted the invitation with a shy yet grateful smile. They/he/she stood up from their/his/her chair together with Indonesia and made their way towards the group of friends.
However, just as they were about to join the lively circle, Wibawa did something that took them/his/her aback. The sudden physical touch of his hands holding your smaller/bigger hands ignited a flurry of emotions within (Y/N), and a deep blush crept across your cheeks. It seemed that Wibawa's feelings were more than just a secret crush, and this small gesture spoke volumes about his affections
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Nasehat Mama: Harga Diri Seorang Laki-laki
Saya ingat ketika saya SMP saya pernah bertengkar dengan Ami. Lalu saya tidak sengaja dan tanpa sadar saya menimpali amarah Ami dengan mengatakan "Iya lah kumaha maneh we", dengan nada bicara yang lebih tinggi dari biasanya. Mendengar hal itu Ami marah besar lalu mengatakan hal yang lebih kasar. Saya menangis, sakit hati dengan ucapan dan nada bicara Ami. Karena itu pertama kalinya Ami berkata begitu. Mendengar kami yang bertengkar, Mama datang melerai, saya diminta masuk kamar, begitu juga Ami.
Di dalam kamar saya dinasehati
"Neng, Mama tahu mungkin Neng marah sama Ami. Tapi, tidak benar kalau Neng memanggil Ami dengan sebutan "maneh", selain karena kasar. Kata-kata dan nada bicara Neng tadi melukai harga diri Ami sebagai kakak laki-laki."
Setelah ditenangkan dan banyak dinasehati, ada salah satu nasehat yang saya kenang.
"Ami adalah pengganti bapak. Kalau misal nanti bapak lebih dulu meninggal, maka Ami yang akan mengambil tanggung jawab atas Neng, menjadi wali, menikahkan Neng. Berat tanggung jawab Ami sebagai kakak laki-laki, dunia dan akhirat. Jadi Neng harus bantu. Kalau Ami memang salah, kan bisa bilang baik-baik. Jangan! Jangan terbiasa meninggikan suara, apalagi kalau sama Mama, sama Bapak. Nanti Neng juga berumah tangga, Mama titip jangan sampai meninggikan suara ke suami. Bahaya."
Ketika dewasa, nasehat itu benar adanya. Relevan dengan hal-hal yang kerap saya jumpai disekitar saya.
Saya bersyukur, pernah dicontohkan berlainan. Pasti, rumah tangga Mama dan Bapak bukanlah yang paling ideal, tapi menjaga harga diri suami, menjaga wibawa seorang ayah. Itulah yang sering dicontohkan oleh Mama. Setidak kondusif apapun keadaan rumah tangganya, tapi Mama senantiasa menempatkan Bapak sebagai seorang pemimpin di rumah ini, dan kami diajarkan bagaimana bersikap sebagai seorang makmum.
*Ma, semoga apa yang Mama contohkan menjadi kebaikan yang terus bertambah kebaikannya. Ma, semoga bakti, taat dan kebaikan yang mama lakukan kepada bapak menjadi pahala yang mengantarkanmu ke Surga Allah.
Ma, aku bersyukur sekali. Mungkin dalam ukuran waktu Mama tidak bisa lama menemani, tapi Alhamdulillah atas izin-Nya setiap momen dan hari-hari yang dilalui justru menjadi pengingat yang abadi.
Mama memang telah tiada, tapi aku telah dididik dengan baik oleh Mama. Semoga kebaikan ini juga menjadi pemberat timbangan amal baik Mama kelak ya Ma!
Dalam kenang dan rindu, 21:29 WIB
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"Dialog"
"Bodoh kau, Sukab. Kau pikir mengirim foto perempuan ke grup yang isinya laki-laki itu soalan kecil? Kau pikir itu layak kau sebut "hiburan"? Memang hiburan itu, untuk laki-laki murahan."
"Ya itukan cuma bahan di grupku saja, Cha. Biar hidup itu grup, biar seru. Cuma memang bangsat itu yang membocorkan isi grup ke luar, orang lain jadi tau, mudahlah orang jadi memandang buruk ke arah kami, aishh. Padahal mereka juga punya aib, tak segan-segan kubocorkan juga itu!"
"Kau yang bangsat, Sukab. Pakaianmu saja yang bergamis, terlihat agamis tapi otak kau cabul.
Dan masih pula kau pusingkan pandangan orang? Cih, baik kau khawatirkan bagaimana Tuhan memandangmu sekarang.
Jangan, Sukab. Jangan kau jadi laki-laki murahan! Tak tentu dimana qowwamahmu, lisanmu kotor lagi tajam ke perempuan, bicaramu tak berbobot tak berbukti, mulut serampanganmu itu buat kau sempurna jadi tong kosong nyaring bunyinya. Laki-laki macam apa itu, Sukab?
Buat apa kau mencak-mencak? Kayak bocah! Lagipula ya, bukan soalan aibmu... sebab toh di luar sana banyak juga laki-laki yang buat salah tapi dia berdiri dengan gagah, mengaku salah, minta maaf dan memperbaiki. Tak sudi ia lempar salahnya kesana-kemari karena bukan seperti itu sikap laki-laki perkasa. Itu yang bikin orang rispek berat, Sukab karena ia jadi laki-laki yang utuh; gagah, melindungi, mengayomi, membimbing lagi lihai mengemudi hidupnya sendiri dan melindungi orang lain.
Sudahlah, Sukab bodoh. Sesederhana fungsi muliamu diciptakan Tuhan untuk melindungi wanita saja kau tak becus, malah kau sebar fotonya untuk santapan nafsu kau dan teman-temanmu itu. Asal kau tau, itu bentuk laki-laki murahan, Sukab. Bukankah ibumu perempuan ha?! Apa saat kau dan teman² gilamu itu membicarakan payudara dan bokong wanita itu tak ingat kau pada ibumu? Ibumu, Sukab. Ibumu! Ibu kalian itu juga perempuan.
Dasar laki-laki gila! Atau minimal kau malulah pada nilai qowwamah yang Tuhan sematkan padamu.
Taubatlah dari prilaku busukmu itu. Dan berhati-hatilah kau dari menyakiti jiwa yang tidak dapat membalas kejahatan kecuali dengan erangan yang hanya dapat didengar oleh Tuhan."
dan serbuan doa dipanjatkan dari lisan wanita di tengah malamnya, moga Sukab tak kehilangan wibawa dan qowwamahnya, minimal untuk kehormatan dirinya sendiri.
Doa itu dipanjatkan sebab si wanita yang berdiri menikmati waktu mengadunya ke Tuhan paham betul bahwa laki-laki adalah bagian penting koentji peradaban agama ini, bila kedepannya laki-laki terus saja jadi murahan, habislah ummat digelondong kenaasan.
Bila kedepannya si laki-laki ini terus saja bodoh bengkok begitu, siapa kemudian yang hendak meluruskan perempuan yang pada fitrahnya memang bengkok tapi padanya juga kunci kegemilangan generasi dihadiahkan? Tidakkah kau lihat, busuknya ikan selalu dimulai dari kepala?
"tidaklah mulai kecuali laki-laki yang memuliakan wanita, dan tidaklah hina kecuali laki-laki yang menghinakan wanita"
-Rasulullah, Muhammad peace be upon him.
Jakarta, Mampang Prapatan, 12 Juli 2024
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