A DEEP WOUND

Father And Mother Quarrel

I sat there, alone. In the afternoon the weather is so clear. However, not this bright. For now, I can just stay home. Without any activity.

There has been no call since entering the job application at the bakery ordered by Kak Riko. It had been four days since I visited Salsa's house to stay at home.

I wanted to help you to the rice field, but he wouldn't allow it. In fact, I feel sorry for him. And this feeling is not good if you continue to stay at home while you work. If I insist, I will argue with him again.

Enough debate throughout. Ever since we got out of the boarding house, we've always been arguing. Little things are always exaggerated. Long-time tired too and saturated should be like that with Mom.

I was confused to do anything else. Meanwhile, I haven't asked Mom for permission. Whether he allows to work or not. In this heart, I'm actually not sure if you agree. But, I will try to persuade him to be allowed.

While sitting alone. The sun is so bright. Suddenly the car stopped in front of my house. The car I saw was no stranger to me. At first, I tried to remember whose car it was. Not long after, a man came down.

I started to see his shoes. For a moment these eyes saw his face again. This heart immediately thumped. This chest began to feel tight, this blood felt like it wanted to stop flowing. Her. He's coming again. What else for? She's she? the Ustaz Aris. And for what else is he here?

I was sitting. Wake up and pull my body back. What else is going to happen. My feelings are starting to get erratic. Don't let anything happen. I fear god ...! Not to mention that Mom's not home.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Ustaz Aris said.

"Wa' .. wa' ... alaikumsalam," the sweat began to wet my forehead.

"Manda. Anti what's up?"

 

Body shaking. This was the first time I felt trembling in fear. Quiescent. Just silence.

 

"Manda."

I tried to dare to answer the traitorous man. "Alhamdulillah, fine."

"Mmmm .. can we talk to you?"

"For what!"

"Mmmm .. earlier ana apologized. If ana's arrival makes anti-shock."

This time I dare to look at him with a face of hate. With a disappointed face, with a face of anger. Long ago, when I was humiliated by her parents. He did not reveal his nose at all. And now he appears suddenly in front of me.

 

What else for? what else he wants to see me for! My mind continues to rebel. How tired I am of this heartache.

"Where's the anti-mom?"

"Mother to the rice field. What's the matter here," I turned my eyes the other way. Seeing it I don't feel like.

"Mmmm ..do not we talk while sitting. It's more comfortable."

 

He still ventured to talk to me. He was not even ashamed to meet me.

"Yes. Please sit down," I said a little.

"Ana apologizes equally anti. And all of a sudden ana's into the anti house."

"Not to get stale. Is there any need for Ustaz to come here?"

"Memile ... Mudir sent ana here. Mudir wants to apologize as anti. If anti wants to go back to the cottage. Then Abi will definitely be very happy to receive anti back."

What I heard this. Mudir apologized? after mudhiroh insulted me until the whole hut knew. Suddenly sent Ustaz Aris here to apologize. To be honest, I was hard pressed to accept her apology. This heart has not yet recovered from the multiple pains I received. That's how they apologized.

"Ana has forgiven, Ustaz. Ana cannot possibly take revenge on the antum family. If God is forgiving. Why ana as her servant also can not forgive. Obviously ana forgave him a long time ago."

"Alhamdulillah if antum accepts sorry, Mudir and Mudhiroh."

"If Allah is ever forgiving. Then we as his servants must also forgive each other."

"Yes. Anti right," replied Ustaz Aris again to me. "Ana came here, told Mudir."

"Absolicited? meaning?" I am confused by Ustaz Aris. What exactly is the purpose of coming here. I'm afraid if anyone finds out he's here.

 

He already has a wife. While Mom's not home. I'm afraid it'll cause trouble if he linger\-long at home.

 

"Mudir told anti to go back to the cottage."

His words obviously surprised me. Very surprised. Back to the cottage? why else did Mudir tell Ustaz Aris to take me back to the cottage. I'm getting confused by what that means. My head was surrounded with all sorts of questions.

"For what we went back to the cottage. It's not clear. What happened first."

"Ana knows. Hence from that Mudir apologizes equally anti."

"Teruss .. ana wants to go back for what to get there. School there is also finished. It's been two years, right? What else?"

"Ana knows. But 'kan .. anti has not had time to graduate. I haven't had a diploma yet. Therefore, let there be evidence that anti ever school there. That's why Mudir told anti-return and could take an anti-diploma as well."

"No, Ustaz. Do what. Ana can't get a degree from pesantrenan is also okay."

 

I got up from my seat. It doesn't feel like you can stand a long chat with Ustaz Aris.

 

As calmly as I answered. Still, this heart still hurts from the disappointment he has inflicted. These liver scrapes still can't heal from the wound. I don't know how long it will take to scar this heart.

"yeah. It's possible, tomorrow's anti-useful diploma. Maybe, the anti can teach tomorrow. Or .. ana also has a plan to help anti-enterprise college in Cairo. Like what the anti wanted first."

Apparently, he still remembers his promise to help me to be able to go to school in Cairo. I guess after he married Ustazah Nisa he forgot his promise. Apparently not!

"Hemm .. antum still remembers antum's promise."

"It's impossible to forget, Manda."

"Terusss that old promise. Antum still remembers all the false promises of antum!" My voice is a little loud now. Still standing, I looked at my teacher with a face full of hate.

Ustaz Aris also stood up. Now he is in front of me.

"Yes. Ana remembered, and so did. Ana's sorry for being anti."

"Bright. That's how I apologized. Ana time humiliated! ana's time in hina! Antum to where, Ustaz! Ana asked antum first!" Tears are pouring down my cheeks.

All the events must be remembered now. My chest is all full, sick and tight. The tears don't want to stop flowing. My face flushed red, wanting to be constantly angry at the man I hated and loved.