A DEEP WOUND

Leaking Tires

Today, I intend to go to the cafeteria. Buying food that can prop up my stomach that has rebelled from hunger.

The canteen is not yet open. What should I eat today? I can't eat with egg dishes. Eating eggs is very hard for me. Because I have an allergic disease.

I also headed back to my room. And my steps came to a halt when I heard someone calling my name.

“Manda. Manda!” Then I turned my body. The one who called me was Ustaz Aris.

At first I was afraid to approach Ustaz Aris who called me. I'm afraid that friends will be rocking again. Actually seeing me on the call and seeing him smile made my heart so very happy. But I still feel scared and worried.

However, because I wanted to be polite I also approached the man I loved.

“Yes, Ustaz.” I threw a big smile.

“Why the santriwati on deserted?” ask Ustaz Aris.

“All santriwati again eat,” I replied again now standing in front of Ustaz Aris.

“Continue, if anti already eat?”

“But, Ustaz. Egg side dish, Ana is allergic to eggs, Ustaz.” I answered again.

“Oouhh, so anti to the canteen earlier?”

“Kok antum tau ana to canteen?” many wonder.

“Ana see anti earlier. Anti's buying food."

“Eee .. yes,” I replied with a shy face.

So, I was noticed with him. Basic man! without me knowing he was watching me.

“Wait here first, you will buy rice.”

“Eehh, no! no, Ustaz. Shame later if seen with other santriwati,” I said with a scared face.

“It's okay, anti 'is not eating yet. Ana don't want to see anti-pain.” He still insisted on buying me rice.

I was confused to answer especially.

“Ustaz, no!!” I'm trying to keep banning Ustaz Aris.

However, he still doesn't care about me forbidding it.

He still wanted to leave, to the extent that I chased him so as not to buy him rice. My fear is a natural thing, I'm afraid if it will be pointed again the same friend. I am a santriwati, if a male teacher\male continues to care about his female students continuously it will make people suspicious.

And I don't want anything like that.

“Ustaz! Ustaz ..!!” call me after Ustaz Aris.

Until I had to stop me from leaving. My attitude that wanted to prevent it made me have to be buffered by a small rock.

My body just fell down and I couldn't support my own body so as not to fall. Unwanted events also happen.

“Aduuhh,” I said fell behind Ustaz Aris while chasing him.

“Astagfirulloh thing’azim, Manda.” Ustaz Aris turned around to see me fall. The stubborn man! if he hears me not to go.

Maybe I won't chase him and fall like this. It hurts! yes, the pain I have to feel.

The incident that made me fall was seen by several Ustazah including Ustazah Anisa saw me approached by Ustaz Aris. Really am. I'm shy.

Coincidentally, santriwati also just finished eating. The incident was also seen by other santriwati including my best friend Salsa.

As a friend of Salsa who saw me fall immediately approached.

While Ustaz Aris was still in front of me speechless. See if it's okay or not. I think I want to catch him because I'm upset.

“Anti is okay, right. Come on get up,” Ustaz Aris told me to get up.

“Antum why, Manda?” salsa asked me and Ustaz Aris.

When I wake up, I grimace in pain. It's possible, because my legs sprained because of the rocks.

“Anti can wake up?” ask Ustaz Aris who is in front of me.

“Iya, Ustaz. Ana can, Aaahh ... duhh ...,” I'm trying to wake up grimacing in pain.

“Yes Allah, Antum why?” salsa asked now holding my hand to help wake up.

“What Anti hurts?” ask Ustaz Aris again.

“Antum anyway, Ustaz. Ana's feet hurt, Ustaz.” I held onto my right foot while being annoyed at the sight of my teacher.

“Looks Manda sprained, Ustaz. Anti can not wake Manda?” ask Salsa again.

I tried to stay awake because I was embarrassed to be seen by many of his friends. Whatever I tried, I felt pain to wake up. Ustazah Erin and Ustazah Anisa also approached me who fell.

“Anti why Manda?” ask Ustazah Erin to me.

“Former down, Zah. Her leg Manda sprained, not strong to stand.” Salsa answered Ustazah Erin.

“Where is foot pain Anti, pain ?” ask Ustaz Aris. Is he afraid of me why-why. I don't know??

“Na’am, Ustaz.” I looked at Ustaz Aris.

He seemed so worried as I grimaced in pain. I feel his care.

Ustazah Anisa and Salsa took me to my room,

“Salsa, Anti please lubricate his feet. If Manda why-why tell Ana.” Ustaz Aris told Salsa when she was taking me to my room.

“Na’am, Ustaz. Later you tell me that Manda why-why,” replied Salsa and still escort me to the room.

Once in the room, Salsa slowly applied the balm to my feet.

“Anti why can sprain his legs?” ask Ustazah Anisa.

“Mmm .. no, Zah. Ana just walk, keep suddenly feet to the same refutation stone.” I answered with a stammer.

“But, why can Anti be same Ustaz Aris?” asked Ustazah Anisa who was sitting near Salsa who was rubbing my feet.

“Perhaps because of seeing Manda fall, so Ustaz Aris approached Manda, Zah.” Salsa quickly told Ustazah Anisa before I replied.

I know Salsa was afraid that I should be asked the no-no by Ustazah Anisa.

Salsa did not know for sure why I could fall, and why I could be with Ustaz Aris. But since Salsa knew Ustazah Anisa and Ustaz Aris arranged for Salsa always tried to cover everything related to me and Ustaz Aris.

I don't know if they were really set up or not. All I heard was the story without knowing if it was true or not.

After two days passed, I still felt pain in my legs. To the point of not being able to follow lessons like other santriwati.

I can just sit by myself. My head suddenly hurt. Until I decided to go to sleep.

“Manda. Wakes up. Mandaa ...."

I opened my eyes when someone called my name.

I woke up feeling uncomfortable. My head feels like it's hit by a heavy object. So dizzy.

"We want to bring anti-medication. Ayok out, Ustaz Aris is waiting outside.”

"My head hurts, Sa."

Salsa helped me to get out. It was so dizzy and my feet still hurt.

“Where are you going to take you?" asked Ica my old friend and Salsa when Salsa got me out.

“You are brought in medicine,” replied Salsa.

“Here I help out,” said Ica helped me out.

“Salsa, where are we going, anyway?” ask me to Salsa.

“No idea, Ustaz Aris. Want to go to a masseuse or hospital?” Salsa answered confusedly.

“Do not go to the masseuse, swollen ana leg, Sa.” I told Salsa with my les face.

“A antum feet are swollen again?” ask Salsa again.

“Iya,” answer.

“Yes Allah, yes already. Don't take it to the masseuse, tell Ustaz Aris to take Manda to the hospital aja.” Cetus Ica told Salsa.

“Yes, we'll tell Ustaz Aris. Now, come on out. Poor Ustaz Aris has long waited.” Salsa and Ica took me out and into the car.

******

“Anti foot still hurts once or how?” asked Ustaz Aris who was driving to sit next to me.

“Her leg Swollen, Ustaz.” Salsa.

Ica was also invited by Salsa and Ustaz Aris to accompany me. He also did not want other students to talk about me if only I was taken to the hospital. So, he invited Salsa and Ica to accompany me.

After arriving at the hospital and being checked. The doctor gave me medicine.

“Let's take the medicine, huh? anti also has to rest a lot,” said Ustaz Aris to me who has been given medicine by the Doctor.

“Iya, Ustaz. Thank you for taking Ana to the hospital,” I said again to Ustaz Aris.

“Anti want to eat what?” ask Ustaz Aris to me when I'm going back to the cottage.

“Not there, Ustaz. We just go back to the cottage,” I replied.

“Anti pale, Manda. We stop buying food, yes.” Ustaz Aris is now stopping at a mini market to buy me food.

Ica may be wondering why Ustaz Aris is so considerate of me. He asked Salsa.

“Ustaz Aris, very attentive to Manda,” said Ica whispered Salsa. I heard even though Ica asked in a whisper.

“Hee, yes,” replied Salsa just smiled to Ica.

“Indeed, the gossip about Manda equals Ustaz Aris, really?” tanya Ica whispered Salsa again. Even though I was dizzy, I was a little afraid of the questions Ica asked Salsa.

“No idea,” by shaking her head, Salsa tried to keep her mouth shut about my relationship. I occasionally glanced at Salsa. I'm afraid Salsa will answer me sloppily later.

Ica fell silent because she did not get an uncertain answer from Salsa. And not long after, Ustaz Aris came to bring me a parcel. Ustaz Aris drove back, to take us back to the boarding house.