A DEEP WOUND

Uncovered

I was home six days. Since Salsa called. He has not come to my house as promised.

Because they still have the opportunity to take a vacation at home

I helped my mother to get the dirty clothes of the neighbors. In addition to selling fried foods and pastries, mothers become laundry workers to increase income as well.

“Assalamu’alaikum, Buk.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam. Uh, Manda. Want to get dirty clothes?” ask one of the mothers who often washed his clothes by my mother.

“Iya, Buk.”

“Wait a minute, yes, Son. I'll get you the dirty clothes first.” The mother went in and got her dirty clothes.

After I collected all the dirty clothes taken from the neighbors, I went home to wash the clothes.

I use the time off to help my mom.

Once at home, I headed to the bathroom to wash all the dirty clothes of the neighbors.

One by one, I started washing dirty clothes.

After 1 hour wash and clean all clothes. I also helped mom again to make cakes and fried foods that will be sold around. When we were busy frying suddenly\ suddenly heard the sound of a car stopping in front of the house.

“Manda. Who's coming?” ask the mother who is tidying up the cake and then put it in the basket to sell.

“Ne-know, Buk. Maybe, there is a neighboring family coming.” I replied with little regard for the sound of the car.

I continued to fry. Not long after, the sound of the car stopped. Someone knocked on the door and gave the greetings that my mother and I heard.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” says someone giving greetings.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” replied me and mom.

“You're here, later I'll see who comes.” Mom came out to approach that person.

I felt that the voice that said such greetings was no stranger to me hearing. I accidentally heard Mom's conversation.

“Eehhh, Ustaz Aris. Login, Ustaz.”

Suddenly I who heard Mother mention ustaz Aris felt shocked, and was silent stiff when Ustaz Aris came home.

“Sit first, Son Aris. I'll call Manda first."

Aris Ustaz? What's he here for. Yes tuhaan .. My heart felt racing when I heard his name.

“Manda. Ustaz you're coming, son.” My mother came and stood near me.

“What! really Ustaz Aris coming, Buk?” I asked with an anxious face to see my mother.

“Iya. You menemenin he was there,” my hand was pulled by mother to want to accompany my teacher.

“Ngapain Ustaz Aris to here, Buk.” I started with a worried and worried face. What's he here for?

“Mother doesn't know either, Manda. Mom was confused too, why did she come here again. Is it possible because of the stale mother who told him to come here. Maybe that's what got Aris here again.”

“No idea, Buk.”

“But ... Can I ask you?”

I was silent and scared when Mom wanted to ask me something. Mom's eyes seemed to want to ask something. And it started to get suspicious of me.

“Yes, What do you want?”

“You ... there is no relationship whatsoever ‘kan with Ustaz yourself, or you guys do have a relationship?” ask Mom to look at me.

“Manda has nothing to do with Ustaz Aris, Buk.”

“Actually? I don't want to ask something like this. But .. if you have nothing to do. Continue to what he came here to find you. I'm confused, Nak.”

“Mom's point, what?” I was getting nervous about Mom's question. I'm afraid that you'll find out about me and ustaz Aris.

“Yaa, maybe you have a relationship. So that she's so good as you.”

“Manda has nothing to do with Ustaz Aris.” I tried to convince my mother.

And now I was told to sit by my mother accompanying my teacher. With a sharp eye. I don't know what's on my mind.

“You really have nothing to do with Ustaz Aris?” Mom repeated the question again. Maybe you'll know the truth. Finish me!

“Iya, Buk. Manda didn't know what he meant here either. So how is her mother. Although Manda is often helped too, but do not know what it means, Buk.”

I tried to convince Mom by lying. I honestly want to tell Mom that I really like ustaz Aris.

However, fear if honesty makes mothers surprised. When he found out his son had a relationship with his own teacher. I'm afraid that if Mom gets disappointed later. Everything I would know if Ustaz Aris was really serious to me.

“Yes already, you make tea first for him. Continue to bring this snack also for Ustaz Aris.” Mom gave me a plate filled with cookies.

“Iya, Buk.” I tried to smile broadly, answering Mom.

I immediately made a sweet tea for ustaz Aris. And quickly came out to bring her tea and pastries.

“Ustaz,” my reprimand for bringing tea and cake.

“Ehh, so ngerepoti.” Ustaz Aris is watching me.

“No, Ustaz. Afwan, yes, just can present this, Ustaz.” I put tea in front of my teacher.

“Ana who should be sorry the same anti, arrival ana has made anti fuss.”

This time ustaz Aris smiled again for the umpteenth time to see me. Really, his smile made my heart feel shiver. I feel happy but ashamed to see that meaningful smile.

Because of shame I only smiled blandly, then lowered my gaze. I guess I can't sleep tonight. At that time, if I start to be near ustaz Aris, my heart is always beating fast. The body was cold, stiff and nervous, silence between the two of us again.

“Loh, why not in his tea,” reprimand mom. Targeted me. I turned my head as mom reprimanded ustaz Aris. Mother who just came out of the kitchen brought her selling basket to go out selling around. Now I stand in front of my mother.

“Mother want to sell?” my many.

“Iya,” replied mother with a smile.

“I'm coming, yes, Buk.”

“If you are in sales, who is Ustaz Aris? You temenin ustaz you just sit down first, yes?” Mom stroked my shoulder.

I just nodded my ass, then mom rushed out to sell around.

“Nak Aris's. I live first,” said Mother told ustaz Aris.

“Where do you want to go?” ask ustaz Aris again.

“Mother wants to go on sale,” replied My Mother.

After Mom came out to sell, left me with ustaz Aris. Occasionally Ustaz Aris sipped his tea.

“Manda. How about we just sit outside. You see ‘kan, I'm anti no longer at home. Fear will be slanderous if you sit together in the house while we are not mahromnya.” Ustaz Aris gave me advice. There is also some advice from him. We also sat on the porch.

We then went out with ustaz Aris sitting in front of my porch.

“Here the atmosphere is good,” said ustaz Aris who sat watching the little children playing in front of the house.

“Hm, yes,” I replied briefly.

“Here the atmosphere is comfortable and still beautiful. A very peaceful village.”

I saw Aris's ustaz smile on his face, when I saw the little children playing.

Even though we sat talking outside, I didn't say too many words in front of the teacher. Shame and worry I still feel. I kept asking myself, why would Aris visit my house again. I'm afraid I'll be asked again about getting married.

“Manda,” reprimand ustaz Aris.

“Na’am, Ustaz. Why?”

“Previous, afwan if ana asks this again same anti. Anti ...? how to answer, anti-want not married same ana?” ask ustaz Aris to me for the umpteenth time.

Oh Allah .. why should he ask this again. I'm confused as to what to answer. I just kept quiet, my mouth stiffened to answer that question.

“Manda,” reprimand ustaz Aris again.

“Mmm .. ana confused what to answer, Ustaz.” I scrunched up my two eyebrows.

“Why?”

“Why Ustaz keeps asking this to ana. Why would Ustaz want to get married?” I asked in a hesitant voice.

“If not anti, continue to have to hijack who?” Ustaz Aris replied with his smooth voice. “Alright, previously ana had said the same anti. If Ana likes anti, and wants to turn you into a wife. Ana does not want like this continue to have to harbor the same anti, better faster.”

“Ustaz, previously ana also apologized equally antum. Antum ‘kan tau, ana is still a school in the cottage. And it is impossible to have to marry equally antum.” I answered while looking down.

“Ana tau, Manda. Ana tau anti is still in school, ana will wait anti until after school in the cottage. Just one more year stay ‘kan.”

“But ..?” This time my face was worried.

“But what? Okay, just gini. Ana promised even though we were married later. Ana promises to help anti to be able to lecture to Cairo.” A big smile emanated from ustaz Aris trying to convince and persuade me.

However, I was just silent thinking about his words. I really want to marry ustaz Aris. But, on the other hand, I hesitated to be able to unite with him. Would all agree if ustaz Aris wanted to marry me. Until, I tried to be sure and agreed to the invitation of my ustaz who wanted to marry me later after finishing school in the boarding school.

“Ya. Ana agrees, Ustaz. But please, let no one know about our plan. Ana is afraid, if all this becomes slander,” I said to ustaz Aris.

“Iya. Anti calm down! no one will ever know anything about this!” ustaz Aris was trying to convince me again.

“Antum do not pray first, Ustaz?”

“Salat, dong, cook no? Oya, ana want to give something equal anti.” Ustaz Aris got up from his seat to his car.

It took only a few minutes for her to bring back a doll in front of me. He sat down and handed me a doll in front of me. Then I was surprised by being presented with a doll.

“This what, Ustaz?” my many.

“Anti-do not know what this is?”

“Tau, Ustaz. It's a doll,” I said holding a doll given by ustaz Aris.

“Ya already, if you do not need to be asked again.” Ustaz Aris turned to see me sitting with a good distance not close.

“This ...? make ana, Ustaz. What is antum kasih ana doll for?” ask me again in wonder.

“To eliminate the taste of anti kangen equally ana, let anti do not mind ana continue.” Ustaz Aris giggled at me, but looked towards the children who were playing.

“Heeee, antum this. Could you, digombal! thank you, for this gift, Ustaz.”

“Iya. equally,” reply ustaz Aris.

“Antum put the doll in. Afraid someone will see, keep wondering the same anti.”

“Iya, Ustaz. Ana went inside first, put the doll on.” I quickly went into the room to put the doll that was given my ustaz.

One hour did not feel we were sitting in front of my porch. Mother also came with an empty selling basket. That day, Mom's merchandise sold out. And I'm also happy to see mom's merchandise sold out.

“Mother,” my handkerchief to Mother.

“Iya,” replied mom with a big smile.

“Suit, Mom is up?”

“Iya. Thank God,” replied Mother. “You wait Mom first, just sit there temenin ustaz Aris.”

I just nodded off my mother. Continuing my conversation with ustaz Aris. Actually, I feel ashamed sitting outside with a man. I'm afraid the neighbors are thinking about the no-no. After chatting for a long time, Ustaz went to Musalla for prayer.

“Manda. Where is Ustaz Aris?” ask mom to rebuke me.

“To musalla, Buk. Why?” my many.

“When you're back, invite in for a meal. It's noon, and it's time for lunch too.” Mom stood at the door telling me.

“Mother is cooked?” ask me again in wonder.

“Iya, already.”

“Why not tell Manda, Buk. Ibu ‘kan out of the traveling sales earlier, it should be Manda who cooked.” With an annoyed face I looked at my mother.

“Already. Its alright. You ‘kan temenin Ustaz Aris earlier, it is not good if you leave guests continue to help Mother cook.”

“Iya, too anyway, Buk.”

“Ya already, I pray first. If Ustaz Aris comes you invite in later to eat with us.” Mom went inside and left me to pray.

I now sit down on the porch, waiting for Ustaz Aris to come back from the musalla. After waiting for a few minutes, the waiting person came and I invited him in to eat together.

******

“Waah .. The chicken is good, yes, Buk. But more delicious again,” greedily ustaz Aris eat the jar provided by Mother.

“Nak Aris likes the same cuisine Mother, thank youdulillah.”

“Iya, Buk. This is the second time I eat this food,” said ustaz Aris.

“Previous, Nak Aris never ate where?” ask Mother.

“At home dining, Buk.”

“In fact in the cottage has never been made the same?” ask mom again.

“Never, Buk. Umi also can not make food like this, especially ‘kan Umi is not Lombok. So, he can only cook typical Javanese food only.” Ustaz Aris ate his rice again.

“Oouuhh, so Uminya from java. I think Lombok people are the same as Abi.”

“Ngak, Buk.” Ustaz Aris went on to eat the rice on his plate.

While I was just speechless hearing my mother's conversation with my teacher. I just focus on eating my nose, without speaking.