A DEEP WOUND

Monsters

Actually, it's hard for me to do. I feel guilty for my own friends too. On the other hand, every kindness given by a friend is so much to be appreciated.

 

On the other hand, it is impossible to survive with a sense of comfort that does not exist. Because it is very difficult if you have to stay with an erratic heart.

Hopefully, this decision does not hurt Salsa. When he left his house, he just kept quiet without even talking to me. It was just a nod that he gave me when I said goodbye.

 

While Riko's sister who wants to take me has been picked up first by Febi. He also just smiled blandly to see me leave his house. And give a message. "Please be good. If there's anything tell you, brother. Insha Allah occasionally Brother and Salsa will look at you later." That's what I still remember Riko's message.

He's so nice. Exceptionally well. I don't know in what way I should repay her kindness and Salsa.

Tok .. tok .

Heh. My daydreams ran out when I heard the sound of people knocking on the boarding door. Soon I opened the door.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Febri. Wa'alaikumsalam," I replied back with a big smile looking at my colleague.

I also invited him to come in. Tumben-tumbenan he came to the boarding house on a night like this.

"Cock tumben comes malem?" I sat down near Febi.

"Kangen is with you" he replied by teasing me.

"Hadehhhh .. you are."

"Oh, yeah, Da. Tomorrow is sunday. We're going to the beach, yuk."

I looked at Febi while playing my phone. "Gapain to the beach?" I asked with a lazy face

"Yes walk. Ngilangin. Wouldn't you?"

"Mmmm ... What, huh??"

"Now, Da. Anyway have to wilt."

Seeing him continue to persuade. I also agree with my friend.

Last time to the beach with Salsa and Kak Riko. It was also by accident that I had to meet someone who had hurt this heart.

 

Hopefully we won't find him again. Every time I remember it, my heart still hurts. I don't know until when I can forget everything.

 

"Your theme ... What the hell is that, his name?" asked Febi to lay her body on my bed.

"Who?" I asked to return still sitting.

"Ituu .. where you used to live."

"Oouuhhh ... Salsa you mean?"

"Yes. She's never been here?"

"Never," I answered briefly.

"You've never had any of their high school revolts."

"Never," answered me again who still focus on playing the phone.

"Why? You guys aren't cool anymore, are you?" asked Febi who kept on not stopping to speak. That's how my friend is.

I kind of knew his nature after being friends with him for a few months. He was very chatty, and always wanted to know what made him curious.

"Udah. You're really, really, so people," I said back in a dislike voice.

"If you don't want to get information, Da," he said again saw me. Now he sits leaning his back against the wall.

"It has to be, yeah, you know everything?" I asked again to wrinkle my eyebrows.

"Yaaa .. Not really, anyway, Da. You are ordinary kalii. Don't think that his expression doesn't look at me."

 

Actually, I'm confused too. Since living in the kos-kosan. Salsa never called me. Similarly, Riko never contacted at all. Usually, he always asked me if I had eaten or not, whether I was healthy or not.

 

I am still grateful for the cost of where I live close to work. I don't know much of the way here. Just get out rarely.

 

Especially coming home to see the situation my mother never. Only through a cell phone can I know the state of Mom.

 

******

The waves sound boisterous. There was dawn in the distance. Showing light slowly.

 

I sat on the white sand. For the second time to set foot on this beach. Once brought here by Salsa and Riko.

I saw my friend so happy when he joined hands with his girlfriend. Well, I feel trapped. I thought we were going to the beach just the two of us. But, it's wrong. Febi made a pact with her lover to meet.

Heh. It's annoying to have to see most people holding each other's partners.

And the reality is like this. I must see every average young man here with his heart.

From then on, I just sat alone. Sunlight samples slowly appeared on the horizon. My stomach is still this morning already rebellious.

I tried to get up to buy food that could cling to the stomach.

 

"Manda ... Manda ..."

"Hemmm .. from a distance there the child called with a voice so flat. Make people have to look at me" My own gerutuku walked towards Febi.

If not, he will keep shouting my name. And I really don't like hearing people yelling at me.

"Why?" I asked to approach Febi who was so friendly with her lover. I don't want to see Febi's behavior like that.

"Where are you going?"

"You buy food. Why why?" I asked with a face that began to be lazy to see a pair of lovers who were so sticky.

"I'm nitiping to you. All those drinks, yes, Da," Febi persuaded me.

"Yes, already. You come along, yuk," take me back.

"I'm going there, Da. Here's the money, you use the money I just buy the food."

 

I was upset, sitting alone. Now I want to buy food, I was told. Mean Febi what siiihhh???

 

Fortunately, her boyfriend is there. If his lover did not exist. Maybe I've taken his hand to come with me. As long as he knew her, he always told me to take this too.

Maybe I'm too innocent that he's telling me to. Uh. Not likely. He was good to me anyway. And help find a place to live.

 

I set foot toward where people were selling. As I got closer to that place. Suddenly someone greeted.

 

"Manda." I directly looked. And what I saw. Her. Little surprised. But I still tried to stand up without any nervousness. Is it a dream or is it true that he is before me again.

"Who are you here with?" ask Ustaz Aris to me.

He tried to get closer and the nervousness suddenly came for a while. Before answering the question. He was heard being called by someone. Who else would I see if not his wife. Nisa Ustazah.

In fact, when I was still silent without reluctantly answering Ustaz Aris. Ustazah Nisa came close as well. Honestly, my heart hurts.

"Eeehhh, Manda." He smiled at me like there was nothing between us. "Who are you here with?"

I'm still flinching. And try to eliminate the nervousness to answer the woman who became the wife of the man I once loved.

"Mmm ... same friend, Ustazah," I answered tightly clenched this hand. I try to quickly get away from the two people in front of me. "Sorry, Zah. I'll stay a while. Want ... buy something."

 

I quickly walked away from them. And I certainly know this is very disrespectful to the teacher who once taught me that.