A DEEP WOUND

New Teacher

Five months passed ...

“You till when is Manda here?”

“Ne-know, Buk. You ask the kids.”

“He why not rent it?”

“Buk. Kasian Manda if you live outside. He also does not know much of the way here.”

“Mother knows, Sa. But at least he wants to study independently. Cook him like gini keep.”

“Iya, Son. You persuade your friends. Maybe he's not too comfortable here either. In fact until now eating is still shy.”

“Ayahhh ..”

“If Daddy's the same Mom objected Manda here. Later the cost of Riko's meal is responsible.”

“I mean Same Dad Mom not so. Cuman ..?”

“Buk. Manda was Salsa's best friend. There's no way Salsa told him to leave.”

“Already already. Riko cariin Manda. Father Mother equally do not need to argue like gini. Tomorrow I try to talk to Manda.

With a little step back. I tried to hide behind the wall. All the talk from the Salsa family I heard. After living here for a long time. Comfort feels nothing.

Maybe Salsa's father and mother were right. I have to get out of this house. And maybe they're uncomfortable if I stay here.

With a slightly offended heart I stepped into the room. Think about what you heard earlier.

“Loh. Mandaic. When do you come home?” salsa asked when she saw me sitting on her bed. Since his stay at Salsa's house. The room is also my room.

“Tadi,” I replied briefly.

“Yahhh .. Kak Riko wants to pick you up. But you've been hounded home.”

“I just used ojek online. Coincidentally the morning came home. Therefore, you can not tell Riko.”

“Oouhhh ... I'm out first. Tell him, fear you will be picked up.”

I nodded to my friend. I want to stop his steps. However, it is not yet time to talk about what I heard.

I tried to close my eyes for a moment. Think about who can help you find a place to live.

It feels uncomfortable if you have to linger in my best friend's house. Perhaps, Salsa felt bad seeing me to leave her house. But, her parents might be annoyed by my presence. Everything kept ringing in this mind.

What I said was right. I will feel some discomfort slowly. That was what he said before. And I felt it too.

Febi. I remember one of my coworkers. I and he are quite familiar.

I tried to pick up a phone near me. My fingers are trying to find contact with Febi's name.

“Hallo. Assalamu’alaikum, Feb,” I said when my friend answered the phone from me.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Da.”

“Where else are you?”

“Against the house, Da. Stash it

why?”

“Mmm .. I want to do a lot of things with you,” I replied again with doubt. I tried to shrink the volume of the sound. Afraid that someone will hear.

“What do you want?”

“Mmmm .. You know that there are no costs associated with our workplace.”

“Kos-kosan? What do you mean?”

“I want to find kos-kosan."

“Loh, you ‘kan already have a place to stay. Why search for kos-kosan, Da?”

“Hemm .. tomorrow I'll explain to you. Not good going through here. But you know the costs are pretty much the same store where we work?”

“Iya, tau.”

I tried to quickly break off the conversation. Afraid that someone would hear my talk. It feels a little relieved. Hopefully we can get a proper place to live.

*****

Trying to speak four eyes in our break time. Without anyone having to interfere with the problems that become a burden on this mind.

“So. Are you sure you are out of your friend's house?” asked Febi who was near me while holding her rice box.

“Iya. Sure,” answered me turning Febi.

“Then. I thought Riko was your family. You see, every day he is the one who anter you to here.”

“Ngak. He's a friend's brother,” replied me again with a bow.

“Earth. I thought she was your girlfriend?”

What I heard made me hear it. “Eehh. Naw. Cook my girlfriend Riko.”

“Hahaha .. his expression is ordinary. No need to sock like that,” Febi nudged my shoulder.

Actually, it's not just Febi who thinks that me and Riko have a special relationship. Many often wonder at our closeness. Because all this time if going everywhere only he is always loyal to accompany.

In fact, if the problem is familiar until now I am a bit embarrassed by Riko. Boro-boro has a relationship. It doesn't feel possible.

“We're back, yuk, it's past five minutes of the break,” said Febi invites me to return to the store.

We went back to the store after lunch. With pretty sunny weather, but pretty sultry.

******

The bad feeling continues to be a burden. I don't know for what reason Salsa would understand my decision.

I who was sitting in the study chair turned to Salsa. The good girl who was always cheerful was busy playing her mobile phone.

I try to breathe slowly. Thinking about what to say to my best friend.

“Salsa.”

“Hmm,"

“I want to say something to you,” I tried to get close to my best friend.

“Iya. By the way, Da.” Salsa is still focused on playing his phone without looking at it one bit.

“Before ... thank you so far you have helped me a lot.”

This time Salsa looked at me with her eyebrows wrinkled. “Kok, suddenly you thank me. What's up?” salsa asked to see me.

“Yaa .. no, Sa. Bumann. All this time you've been too good with me and your family.”

“Yes, Da. You're my best friend and you've got me as a brother. After all, Riko and I have promised your mother. So that we always take care of you,” said Salsa again.

It feels hard to say what is in the heart. Moreover, seeing Salsa smiling broadly stroking this hand.

However, inevitably I have to say it to Salsa. It would be a burden to keep it hidden.

“Sa."

“Hmmm.”

“I ... apologize in advance. Thank you for being so kind to me, Sa. I've decided to stay at kos-kosan.” Finally, I can say it too. Though a little too plain.

Salsa looked wrinkled at me. “What do you mean, Da?”

“I've been looking for kos-kosan. And I may be in the near future going from here.” I tried to keep my cool talking in front of Salsa. Even though it is heavy.

“Kos-kosan? What do you mean, Da. Why are you suddenly leaving. Wh why? Tell me the same. Why, Da? Did anyone say something to you that you wanted to go?”

“Eeehhh. No, Sa. Nonexistent. This is my decision.”

“Maybe you suddenly want to leave this house. Does anyone offend you. Tell me, Da.”

“Nothing. It's my decision, Sa. I beg you to understand my decision.”

Try to stay calm and persuade Salsa as much as possible. That this is my decision. I don't want to burden people continuously. For fear of feeling guilty will have to stay in people's homes.