A DEEP WOUND

The Cry of a Father

Finally, the day awaited by all the students arrived. After the santriwan and santriwati do the exam together. Graduation will be held.

For my class, the Intensive class and the third class Aliyah will be held graduation at the boarding school Ar-Rahman.

Where is the day that I and other students have been waiting for. We all prepare ourselves. I started wearing nice clothes to do graduation, and my best friend Salsa was also busy with makeup.

“Manda, I did not expect today was our graduation day. And soon antum will soon be the wife of an Ustaz,” said Salsa teasing me.

I smile. And just realized that it was soon I would be redacted.

“Hee, yes, yes. The day we were waiting for finally came.” I replied with a big smile in front of Salsa.

“Your mother so come here?” tanya Salsa tidied up the hijab. Stand in front of the mirror.

“Yes, God willing come, Mom will come again.”

“Good,” says Salsa again.

While in the santriwati room with other santriwati who will be ready to\-ready to attend the graduation event. I'm now being called by my underclassman Pika.

“Ukhti Manda's. Antum is called Mudir.” Pika.

“Memiles! Mr Kyai?” I asked with a shocked face.

“Iya,” replied Pika who nodded her head.

“Maybe there are things that Mudir wants to talk about with antum,” said Salsa again who was near me.

“Kok tumben, yes, he nyari.” I'm with a worried face.

“Why antum kayak expression that,” Salsa said to me.

“Hm, ana also does not know, Sa. Suddenly just a bad feeling,” by wrinkling to two eyebrows I looked at Salsa.

“It's just an antum feeling, now go out and meet the candidate Abi in-law antum.”

“Antum wait ana, let us same later to the hall.” I held Salsa's hand. Really, I'm like a scared person.

“Iya, later ana wait for antum outside. Now meet Mr. Kyai,” tell Salsa to push me out.

I had a doubt. And paced back and forth for a while in the room. My dishes are so bad. What's gonna happen? Convicted by Salsa.

I ventured to meet Kyai. Salsa accompanied me out. We saw Ustaz Aris walking towards the santri cottage with his face down. Likewise we saw Ustazah Nisa who was walking while crying wiping away her tears. I don't know what happened to those two. My body feels stiff to step. What exactly is going on in my head.

“Ustaz Aris why? Teruss, Ustazah Nisa coke ..” Salsa was silent telling me.

“The feeling is getting worse, Sa. What's the same with both of them.” I'm grumbling at you with a worried face.

“Iya, yes, what's the same with them?” Salsa wondered with a confused face as well.

“I'm not strong to meet Mudir, Sa. I'm afraid it feels,” I said with a worried and scared face.

“Bismillah. Hope nothing happens. There.” Salsa still convinced me to fulfill the call of Mudir or the principal.

I also went to Mr. Kyai's house, even though the feeling felt bad. I saw Mudir sitting on the porch of his house, immediately saying his greetings.

“Sini, Manda.” Mr. Kyai told me to sit down.

“Iya, Ustaz. Syukron,” I said then sat the patio chair Mr. Kyai.

“Afwan earlier, if ana call Anti.”

“What does Kyai call ana?” many nervous.

“Is it true that anti has a relationship with Ustaz Aris?” ask Mr. Kyai to me. My heart is beating faster.

“Mauhin Ustaz Aris, Manda. All this time we heard anti very close to Ustaz Aris.” Umi Maeroh came and sat down near her husband Pak Kyai.

Hearing the words of Umi Ustaz Aris made me just shut up and bow my head in shock suddenly told to stay away from Ustaz Aris. My mouth felt stiff to say the words.

“We thought what we heard was not true, but it turned out that it was all true. Honestly, we are very surprised to hear that the santriwati here secretly has a relationship with Ustaz Aris. Though obviously you know that he is your teacher, but why should you love Ustaz Aris?” Umi Maeroh looked at me sharply when I saw her too.

“Ana apologize in advance, Umi.” I tried to hide my sadness by saying stammer.

“What exactly is anti purpose here? We have already met all your needs here. Starting from you enter here for free, because we pity the same anti. However, somehow the anti returned our favor by seizing Aris and influencing him. To the extent that he fought us just to defend anti.” Umi Maeroh cried explaining me.

I was shocked when I heard the words of Umi Maeroh. My heart hurts and I can't say anything.

“Free? mean, Umi what?” many confused.

“Yes, we help anti because we feel sorry for. But why repay our kindness by making Aris like that. He is not like the old Aris, who obeyed all the commands of his parents. Leave Aris! Umi beg you the same anti!" With a little loud voice. Makes me want to shed tears. I try to hide my sadness. I never influenced Ustaz Aris.

In fact, I never asked him to love me. Why am I being blamed?

“Sorry, Umi. Ana had wrongly loved Ustaz ana herself. But please Umi, do not tell ana to leave Ustaz Aris.” I now shed tears looking at Umi Maeroh.

“I should have asked you for help, jauhin Ustaz Aris. Ustaz Aris is getting married to Ustazah Nisa, so please!! go all the way from the life of Ustaz Aris. Anti can't return our favor by marrying our son! Your mother has failed to educate you, so you must dream of marrying my son Aris. We have given this to you. And we have pity on you, Manda, so that we will accept you as a santriwati here. Please leave Ustaz Aris!” Umi Maeroh was very angry at me by looking at me cynically.

My heart feels sliced\-iris. The pain I feel. Just crying and trying to get up from my seat. My tears seemed to be flowing. And don't stop wetting my cheeks. The one who was standing right in front of Umi Maeroh asked that I keep leaving Ustaz Aris.

I don't know where Ustaz Aris is. Why was he not there when his parents insulted me. O Allah .. My blood stopped flowing and could not move.

“Umi, I am indeed poor. I am not from the family, but one day I will reply to all this, Umi. But please, don't blame my mother for how she educated me.” My tears broke in front of Umi Maeroh.

“If you don't like my words, please go from here.” Umi Maeroh even kicked me out to get away from the boarding school. What was in his mind that he could throw me out.

Without realizing it, my mother was already behind me. Maybe he heard all the conversations between me and Umi Maeroh.

After I was humiliated, Mother was crying to me who was standing in front of Umi Maeroh with a cry that made me very hit. My heart feels tight. Salsa who was near Mother also heard all the words of Umi Maeroh to me. It seems my best friend is crying too.

"Enough, Umi. Do not continue,” said Mr. Kyai who calmed Umi Maeroh.

“Go, Manda!” said Umi Maeroh firmly expelled me. For the first time I was humiliated and humiliated.

“That's enough! enough of all this! why did Mr. Kyai have to let my son in despicable. Why!” mother's loud tone of voice made some of the santriwati who passed by heard it. Even looking at our discussion.

“My son is indeed a free school here, because Mr. Kyai used to accept Manda. But why Ustazah Maeroh should say Manda can't return the favor. I admit my son has made a mistake by loving his son Pak Kyai and Ustazah, but this is not Manda's fault alone. Except Ustaz Aris also often looking, Manda also.” She hugged me while crying too. I'm weak. Very weak, only pain I felt.

“Should Manda also do not reply Ustaz Aris, Buk. If Ustaz Aris is chasing him, Manda should not return the love of my son. The point! anti leave Ustaz Aris, soon he will marry Ustazah Nisa."

Again, I was shocked for the umpteenth time. This is why Ustazah Nisa always whistled loudly telling me to leave Ustaz Aris. Why did Ustaz Aris not tell me if his parents wanted him to marry Ustazah Nisa. Ustaz, where's antum?

Ustazah Maeroh tried to explain me and his mother again.

The shame felt by my mother. My mother took me home without having to do graduation at the boarding school.

I could only cry apologizing to Mom. Salsa who saw everything that happened also made her heart hurt and cried.

How does Salsa cry. He always supported me and convinced me to marry Ustaz Aris. Marrying Ustaz Aris was a fantasy. Even the man\-man who had made me contemptible did not show his nose at all. Where did he go when his parents insulted me?

“We go straight home, you don't have to go back to the cottage again.” Mom invited me to take public transport.

“Buk. Sorry Manda, Buk.” I could only cry near my mother.

And confused what to say to my mother. The guilt I feel. I let my mother down before I graduated at Ar-Rahman boarding school.