A DEEP WOUND

Morning Quarrel

“Ustaz Aris what time will it be here?” ask mommy.

“Hm, don't know, Buk.” I take care of the things that will be brought back to the boarding school.

“You sure you want to go with Ustaz Aris?” asked my mother to sit on the edge of my bed.

“God willing, sure, Buk.” I tried to smile to see him.

“Mother worries, later when you get to the cottage. Continue to see your friends in the same car Ustaz Aris. What not to be slander.” Mom looked at me with her worried face.

“God willing, nothing like that will happen, Buk. Don't worry.” I tried to convince Mother, by widening the smile in front of her.

All items are ready to be brought to the cottage. Not long after, the sound of a car stopped in front of the house. Mom quickly walked out of my room to see who was coming.

 

There was a sound of someone giving a greeting. I know that voice, that of Ustaz Aris. The soft, smooth sound made my feet step out of the room with a very happy face. When ustaz Aris came to pick me up. Any woman in this world. If we meet a man who is liked, we will still feel the feeling of happiness. Because that's the reality I felt at the time.

 

Mother allowed ustaz Aris to sit down first. Not to forget also mom has prepared a seat for the man I love.

“You've got Ustaz sitting down first, I want to make a drink for him.” I was told to sit down to accompany him. The joy and nervousness I felt at the time. It's just me as a woman, meeting a guy we like gets nervous. Are you the same as me?

“Ustaz. Who is it here?” I asked with a embarrassed face.

“Ya, alone,” reply ustaz Aris.

“Oouuhh,” I smiled blushed shyly.

Not long after that, my mother came to bring tea. And provide a little cake.

“In drink first, tea," said the mother to ustaz Aris. “Kuenya too, mumpung still warm.”

“Iya, Buk. Thank ye. I snerepotin Mother again,” replied ustaz Aris.

“Not really, even I am happy and thank Nak Aris to invite Manda again to return to the cottage.”

“It has become my duty to look after Manda, Buk.”

And the mother nodded smilingly looking at Ustaz Aris. I hope you don't suspect. I'm afraid he knows me and ustaz Aris have a relationship. He will be very angry and disappointed. And it's still very hard for me to explain everything.

About half an hour of ustaz Aris chatting sitting with me and mom. Ustaz Aris then asked me to go to the cottage.

“Manda departing, Buk. Be careful at home,” now a warm hug holds my body, a hug for the child of a mother that can not be replaced by anyone.

“You are also careful on the same road Ustaz Aris. Diligent learning, hopefully what you aspire to be realized.” I gently stroked the top of my head.

“Amin yes rabbal alamin, Buk.” I kissed Mom's hand. Then head out to get in the car, as well as ustaz Aris.

“Assalamu’alaikum,” sayku and ustaz Aris to mother when already in the car.

 

Me and Ustaz Aris are leaving. For the second time I sat next to him again.

 

It is undeniable that I was trembling enough to be near him. On the way, I tried not to be embarrassed or awkward to discuss this with the man who likes me. Ustaz Aris even told me funny things that made me laugh out loud. I'm quite amused. Turns out, he was so good. I am grateful to have found him.

“Oh yes, Ustaz. Anyone know if you pick up ana?” I looked at ustaz Aris.

“God willing, nothing. But, do not know also later fitting up to the cottage,” replied ustaz Aris hanging.

“Terus .. ana must go down where, Ustaz. Afraid they will talk if antum who pick up ana.” With an anxious face I turned to ustaz Aris who was driving.

“Anti just calm down, do not have to think that no. Later down in the cottage, if anti asked why one car. Just say it met on the road, so it was told to go up with Ustaz Aris. Tell me why.” Without any worry, Ustaz Aris reassured me while focusing on the front while driving.

“Hmm.” I just took the advice of my teacher. In fact, I was a little scared.

 

There are a lot of things that Aris didn't tell me. Salsa as my best friend had heard the story that no one knew about my relationship and had been suspected by Abi Ustaz Aris. Maybe Ustaz Aris hid everything just because I wasn't afraid. It just might be. And I would not rebuke him at all for the information I had heard from Salsa.

While on the way, suddenly Aris's ustaz phone rang. He immediately answered the phone.

 

“Yes, Wa’alaikumsalam, Zah.” Ustaz Aris answered while driving.

“Ustaz again where? Mr Kyai nyari?” A female voice asked Ustaz Aris. I don't know, I don't know for sure. However, I could hear Aris's ustaz conversation and the person who called her.

It's possible that Ustaz Aris pressed the speaker button through his phone settings. So that I can hear it.

“Hallo. Aris,” said someone who asked him.

“Yes, Bi. Why?” ask ustaz Aris.

It turned out that the voice was the voice of the Mudir. Headmaster of boarding school and Abinya ustaz Aris.

“Where are you?” asked her brother again in a slightly loud voice.

“On the road, Bi. Just wait till it's over."

“Where are you out of?” asked Abinya in a slightly loud tone.

“To friends' house, Bi. Just wait a minute,” replied ustaz Aris by driving fast. “Assalamu’alaikum.”

I noticed ustaz Aris was so upset when he hung up the phone from Mudir. Whether Mudir scolded him or not. In essence, there was a slightly loud tone of voice coming back to him.

After finishing the call. Ustaz Aris was driving fast. It scared me of his strange nature.

“Ustaz. Slow down, ana scared!” A loud voice shouted near my teacher.

“Sorry, yes, Abi is angry. That's why we're quick, don't be sad. Just relax, or just sleep. Later when it arrives, ana wakein anti.” Ustaz Aris flicked again slowly back so I could calm down.

“Anti if sleep is beautiful, yes?” ustaz said Aris smilingly teasing me.

“Afwan, Ustaz. Ana overslept earlier,” replied I blushed embarrassedly.

“Anti no, down ?” ask ustaz Aris.

“Gosh ...! Astagfirullah thing’azim, why does not antum say that we have arrived." I gaped and felt shocked when I saw other santriwati rame gathered playing.

I looked in the car, scared to get out of the car. If seen by friends, I don't know what they told me. I confused?

“Manda,” reprimand ustaz Aris again calling my name.

“Iya, Ustaz.”

“Ayok, exit.” Take ustaz Aris.

I also told her with a nervous face. It was as if I didn't want to get out of the car.

“Ustaz, ana is afraid it feels to get out.” I looked at my teacher with a worried face.

“Hm, anti don't be afraid. don't care people say. Oh yeah, ana has something for anti, wait a minute.” This time, the man I admired took something. I don't know what it is.

“Nih, make anti. In save, yes ?” Ustaz Aris gave me a little Quran’an. A small Quran. Which for the first time I was given by someone.

“This make ana, Ustaz?” my many.

“Iya, make anti. Cook for people,” replied ustaz Aris smiling widely at me.

The little al-Qur’an that was given made me very happy. It was the first time I was given something like that by someone. He had previously given me a doll. And that makes me never forget it.

 

However, today the gift of the little Quran to me is very valuable to receive from someone I love very much. With courage and reassured by ustaz Aris, I got out of the car.

 

“Ukhti Manda ..." a shrill voice was heard calling my name, which is my junior brother Silva.

I just smiled seeing Silva calling me. All eyes were on me when I got out of the car. Maybe it was just my feelings. I try not to think no to my friends.

Trying to stay ordinary when friends look at me strangely.

When ustaz Aris will return to the cottage santriwan.

Suddenly Mudir, Abinya herself, came to rebuke him. Who now stands in front of ustaz Aris. Then make me who will go to the santriwati room shocked to see ustaz Aris reprimanded by his own Abinya. In my mind will he be scolded or not?

I'm really scared.

“Aris,” reprimand Mudir call Ustaz Aris.

“Abi,” who used to be ustaz Aris will step foot to go. Now he stopped because he had to see Abinya in front of him. I also stood sculpting from a distance not too far to see ustaz Aris reprimanded by Mudir. I even heard the rebuke from Mudir for his son.

“Where are you out of?” ask Abinya.

“From friends, Bi. What's wrong?” Ustaz Aris asked.

“Why are you the same, Manda. What's wrong with you?” ask Mr. Kyai.

“Aris just met on the road. That's why Aris told me to come in. Than he had to walk to get to the cottage, pity it,” replied ustaz Aris trying to calm down in front of Abinya.

While I saw Mudir and ustaz Aris chose to go to the santriwati room. My mind continued to be afraid and anxious while putting clothes in the closet.

“Darr ...!!” Salsa grabbed me from behind, to my surprise.

Fortunately, my heart did not fall so shocked.

“Antum, yes. nagetin aja!” With an angry face I was indifferent to Salsa.

“Hey, antum why? Come even his mouth manyun rich people less part of ration aja.” Salsa sat leaning against my closet.

“What do you mean, antum?” I went back to Salsa.

“Raskin ration,” Salsa giggles herself, “antum, why? Ceritain Ana?"

“Not there, kok.” I am now sitting on my knees. "Antum, when are you at the cottage?"

“Burn." Salsa holds my hand, “Antum, why? Same story ana. Oh yeah, who did you come here in the same anterine?"

“Ana to here same Ustaz Aris, Sa.” I looked straight towards the window answering Salsa.

"What!” obviously Salsa was shocked to hear my words.

The friends who were in the room, were shocked to hear Salsa saying what with her loud voice.

“Iiihhh, antum anything at all?” I was getting annoyed at Salsa who responded like that.

“Afwan, afwan, lekkeplosan. Continue the story, antum.”

“Actually, I want anterin. But, since Ustaz Aris has come to pick up. So, ana is with him,” I replied whispering Salsa.

“Why can he know, antum left today? Teruss ... why would you love to go with Ustaz Aris?” salsa asked confusedly hearing my story.

“Antum tau no, almost every day Ustaz Aris calls the same sms. And he's every day when ana's back at the lodge. Ana thought she wouldn't come, but in fact she came home to pick her up. Yes already, I was forced to allow.”

“Severe, yes?” Salsa propped her chin with a astonished face.

“Hm, but that's okay. Bottom line ana happy ... so, even though there is fear and worry.” I embrace Salsa's hand with a happy face.

Is this what you call love?

Until I don't care about this. Stupid time. The point is I'm happy.