A DEEP WOUND

Be late

“Assalamu’alaikum,” saidku and Salsa while knocking on the door that was already open.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” replied Ustaz Aris with a male santri who helped him as well. Ustazah Erin was there too.

“This is in,” tell Ustazah Erin who is smiling widely welcome our arrival.

I then entered with Salsa, sitting near Ustazah Erin.

“Invitation is a lot, Ustaz?” salsa asked near me.

“Iya. You want to go to East Lombok as well. So, not just here. Oh yes, anti-write the names of the people on this invitation, Manda. This is a list of the names of the people.” Ustaz Aris gave me a book with the names of people.

“Oh, yes, Ustaz.”

“Eehh Salsa, anti-duty folding invitations continues anti-stay stepsin invitation that has been made the same name Manda.”

“Na’am, Ustaz.”

That night it all worked. Likewise with Ustaz Aris who is working on a matter of\-problems that will be given to santri men\-men to repeat.

In this library room there are only four people who do their respective tasks. The male Santri who was near Ustaz Aris also helped him.

That night also occasionally Ustaz Aris gave his attention to me without shame. Although Ustazah Erin was near me, but attention was still asked by Ustaz Aris.

Ustazah Erin even though she saw Ustaz Aris so very attentive to me only responded in silence. Perhaps, Ustazah was not suspicious so he just silently looked at Ustaz Aris who was so attentive asking this to me without shame.

“Anti already ate, Da?” ask Ustaz Aris to me who is writing the name of the person on the invitation card.

“Alhamdulillah, already,” I replied.

My sitting distance with Ustaz Aris is not too far away. So sometimes Ustaz Aris asked me this.

Salsa who sat near me continued to flirt by whispering in my ear and chuckling to herself.

“Ciee .. who asked? how come there's nothing, huh?” Salsa strangled himself.

“Ya already, ana only the nanya. Antum has not eaten, Salsa?” I whispered to Salsa in a spoiled voice.

Salsa and I chuckled at each other. The secret of my relationship with Ustaz Aris is that only Salsa knows. And that's what makes Salsa make fun of me.

Ustaz Aris got up from his seat. I don't know where he's going. When he's about to walk out the library door. Ustaz Aris turned back and called me.

“Manda,” call Ustaz Aris.

“Iya, Ustaz.” I got up from my seat and approached him.

“Sini,” says Ustaz Aris again.

“Why?” I was confused approaching it.

“Anti want to drink, what?” later you buy it, because you want to go out for a while.” Ustaz Aris asked me, what kind of drink I like.

“Nothing, Ustaz. Ana doesn't want to drink anything.”

“Already, anti just say. What do you want to drink?” tanya Ustaz Aris.

“Ustaz, here there are santriwan, santriwati, and Ustazah. Ana doesn't want them to think a no-no later.”

“Ana is not just buyin anti only, Ana also buyin others.” Ustaz Aris replied to me in a slightly annoyed tone.

I'm too pede. I thought only this self would be bought.

“Oouhhhh .. that's it, huh? Heee, yes already, anything as sincere Ustaz.”

“Okay, buy anti caffucino. Anti like drinking caffucino, right.”

I don't know who told him until he found out about my favorite drink. I never told you at all.

“Lohh, where does antum tau from?” ask me in wonder.

“From the silent witness who knew about our love story,” said Ustaz Aris teasing me, with a big smile he looked the other way.

He also went out to leave me.

For the umpteenth time I smiled looking at Ustaz Aris. I'm so happy. It was a dream loved by Ustaz Aris. How lucky I am to be his wife.

Oh Allah .. May I be a match to him.

I also sat back. While writing the name\-name on each invitation day maulid later. Suddenly Ustazah Anisa and two mudhabiroh come that mudhabiroh Aini and Nadia.

They sat down next to me and Salsa. Asking what I was doing with Salsa. Actually, I started to get a little uncomfortable with their presence.

“Antum do what, ukhti Manda?” ask Aini.

“Write the name of the person in each invitation that will be shared later,” I replied turning to see Aini.

“Oouhh,”

“There are still many who haven't, so, Da?” ask Ustazah Anisa.

“Stay a little, Zah.” I answered.

“Oh yes, Ustazah Erin where?” ask Ustazah Anisa again.

Not long after, Ustaz Aris came and greeted. I watched every move of Ustazah Nisa who saw Ustaz Aris.

Ever since hearing that he was going to be betrothed to Ustaz Aris made me often pay attention to him. I was afraid that the story I heard would come true.

Ustazah Anisa smiled broadly at Ustaz Aris. In fact, he also immediately greeted Ustaz Aris very kindly. Which makes me feel jealous.

“Antum discharged from where?” ask Ustazah Anisa to Ustaz Aris.

“By buying food, Zah.” Ustaz Aris then sat down near Santri Rozi. "Antum has been here a long time, Zah.”

“Mmmm, not too long too, anyway,” replied Ustazah Nisa while playing his phone.

Ustaz Aris now issued the food that was bought out earlier. Some drinks and snacks were taken out. Among the drinks purchased, there is only one bottle of caffucino. Ustaz Aris put the drink in the middle of the roundabout where me and the other santriwati were sitting.

“Waahh, caffucino drinks. Create ana yes, Ustaz?” asked Ustazah Anisa asking for the caffucino drink.

Ustaz Aris now sees me who is confused to answer what when Ustazah Anisa asks for the caffucino drink. The drink was bought for me. But Ustazah Nisa took it first.

I just fell silent. Obviously\-clearly his intention was to buy me. Why try he should put his drink in the middle of the\-center. He also just silently did not answer when the drink was taken by Salsa.

Still with a feeling of annoyance I tried to nod a little head giving code to Ustaz Aris so that Ustazah Anisa given the drink.

“This make ana, Ustaz?” ask Ustazah Anisa a second time.

“I .. Yes, Zah. Just drink,” replied Ustaz Aris stammeringly.

“Waahh, syukron, Ustaz.” Ustazah Anisa thanked him and took the drink.

“Manda,” reprimand Salsa pinched my plate slightly.

“Iya, why?” I looked at Salsa.

“Ana know the drink is for antum. But because of the flirtatious Ustazah Nisa. That's why the drink was given to him.” Salsa whispered with an annoyed face near me.

“Already. Antum do not have to say that, later heard by Ustazah.” I patiently advised Salsa.

“Antum cepetan write his name, let us quickly get out!” resolute Salsa with a tone of voice that does not like, so the words Salsa heard by mudhabiroh Nadia.

“Ukhti Salsa, why?” nadia asked sitting on my left.

“Nothing, really, Nad. Salsa may be sleepy,” I replied slowly.

“Eeehh, just ana who can drink caffucino. Meaning, ana is special,” said Ustazah Annisa occasionally drink the caffucino given by Ustaz Arials.

Ustaz Aris who heard the words of Ustazah Annisa just smiled blandly.

I try to be patient, so as not to hurt.

After the work was completed, I also invited Salsa to return to the cottage santriwati.

“Ustaz, this is all done, we can 'back to the cottage.” I quickly left before Ustaz Aris gave me permission to leave.

I pulled Salsa's hand out of the library.

Heading back to santriwati's room.

It turns out I was chased by Ustaz Aris. My steps stopped because of his call.

“Wait a minute, Manda!” for the third time Ustaz Aris called me.

“Antum on call,” says Salsa is near me.

With an annoyed face, I tried to turn around. I felt like getting angry, seeing Ustaz Aris who was just smiling at being seduced by Ustazah Anisa. Anyone must be upset.

“Why anti-main go that way. Anti why?” ask Ustaz Aris who is standing before me.

“Nothing,” answered me just looking down.

“Sorry about that. Oh yes, make anti.” Ustaz Aris gave me black plastic containing food.

“This what ?” my many.

“Makana! that was right, you two haven't eaten anything.”

“No need, Ustaz. Ustaz' will still work too, there are also santriwati and Ustazah. Just love them,” I said refuse to be given food. He doesn't know if I'm so upset.

“There already is, Manda. And this one is for the anti-salsa. Download, Manda.” Ustaz Aris forced me to take the food. I still don't want to take it.

“Langsingan, Ustaz make Manda hurt.” Cetus Salsa suddenly.

I turned Salsa looking on dislikefully, telling her to keep quiet and not say anything.

“Afwan, ana ngaku same anti. Afwan,” says Ustaz Aris again.

“It's okay,” I replied with a face throw.

“Nih, grab the food,”

“Hm. Ana same Salsa is still full, Ustaz. Afwan, yes, Ustaz. We go first.” Manda left Ustaz Aris.

I don't think he's disappointed in my attitude or not.