A DEEP WOUND

Betting And Receiving

 

Long enough never to meet the girl in front of me now.

 

He still wears the hijab. However, the way he wears the hijab is so stylish. His face was red, his lips pink with a lipstick that was so suitable for the thin lips.

Why mention pink? By the way guava, feel like eating guava. Huh, fantasize again. The bottom of me.

 

I tried to put the rice already in my tablespoon. This afternoon, during break time I invited Salsa to lunch at a food stall located not far from the store where I work. The food is good and fits in the bag.

 

"So you're not going to college?" salsa asked me while still chewing on the leftovers in my mouth.

A glass of water next to my nasal plate. I tried to take a sip of water while thinking about the answer to Salsa's question. Because there will be a lot of questions that he will ask me.

"Yes. No," I answered briefly to pick up another tissue to clean my mouth.

"Why can't it be?"

"Yaaa .. nothing."

"Previously you promised your mother to continue school. How did it suddenly not come?"

I tried to take a deep breath looking at my best friend. He's correct. In the past, I did promise my mother would continue school after being able to work for one year. But in fact, no. I made this decision because it was too good to work.

And I feel grateful to be able to help my mom every month. Kasian if he sees hard work continues to find a rizki for daily meals. Actually, there is a sense of guilt also does not keep promises to parents.

 

Well. I have to how. All this is too good for me to feel. Actually, the point is that if I go to college, it will definitely make you more tired of thinking. Because I know that. It will be a burden.

 

"Kok you diem, hell, Da," Salsa scolded as I was still focusing on my concentration. In fact, concentration had just headed for the second heaven. Not yet seven. Salsa is even negur-nation. What I was thinking, is now gone for a moment.

"Yes. I-i know. How else, this is all good, Sa."

"What a good thing," said Salsa wrinkled her eyebrows. "You mean what?"

I shrugged my shoulders as I nodded slowly to my beautiful friend. And he seemed annoyed at my answer. He even straightened his back on the chair he was sitting in.

 

This time he looked at me cynically, he seemed to want to scold me for my decision not to go to school. "I don't think you're the same as you think?"

 

"You mean? what was my thinking?" I pretend like I don't understand what he's saying.

 

Suddenly Salsa took her seat. A little bit of her body looking at me. "You're beating me, Da. You are pinter! Your brain is smart. There is nothing to think about if it will make your mother burdened. Stopit! think of it like that."

 

Oh God, the way Salsa tells me is like telling someone who has made a terrible mistake. I felt like a criminal being stared at cynically by a policeman. If there is an eye mask. The sin! I want to close my eyes so as not to see the sharp eyes of a Salsa. Looks like he's gonna shoot me.

 

Actually, every time you say smart. My heart feels good. So happy, big head it feels like I'm every spelled out like that. Still I don't want to be arrogant and just shut up if anyone talks about me like that. Thank God you gave me a good brain. So often people praise me. Alhamdulillahot.

 

And I'm trying to answer Salsa's question. He can't wait to hear my answer. "Mmmm ... scholarship?"

"Yes. Scholarship," said Salsa sidelined the glass in front of him. "I'll help you, Manda. And I'm sure you can get that. Like I said, you are smart. Time in pesantrenan aja you are achievement. Your brain is watered down, its agility is fast too. Memorize the Qur'an aja cepet."

"Mmmmm .. I'm trying to talk to Mom later," I replied somewhat hesitantly.

"Yes Allah ... !" this time he made me taget again hear him scream like that. The remarkable change of a Salsa. "I'm sure. Your mother won't think much more if you tell her. He said he agreed!"

"You sure keep going. Sok know once to be a person," I said while draping my hands in front of my chest and then leaning the back of the chair I sat on.

"Not knowing. The reality is like that. Because I know, your mother wanted to see her son get a college degree. He wants his son's life to be brighter. Yes, you did, you did. I don't think, your mindset changes instantly. Cook yes who used to stir the need for continued school suddenly no longer."

Oh Allah .. dream what I can meet with Salsa. Long time no see, when you meet us. Why is Salsa so chatty. His words are always long. Did he not know, I dizzy to hear every word he said.

 

That afternoon, we gave up longing with displeasure. Although Salsa is somewhat more and more nuzzled like before that can still be conditioned. He also invited me to stay at his house. I repeatedly refused, because it was impossible to keep working while I had to work. However, he still insisted that I go to his house.

 

Until finally, my heart could melt like ice hearing his persuasion many times. He wants to say wake up early anterin I work important I want to nginep at his house.

 

The fun is still like before, but the nyebelinnya increasingly meraja lela. Don't know why? if I can be honest, Salsa is too much of a talk. So it felt like my head was dizzy hearing him continue to talk.

Than to be dizzy hearing my best friend's talk. I went to the toilet to wash my face. Every time I feel sleepy when I take a break from work. I want to sleep and not be disturbed by anyone. But, how else.

It only took me ten minutes to get back to Salsa, who was busy playing her cell phone.

The thing that made me dumbfounded again, when I returned to the seat. It is not his phone that is held, but my phone.

"Why are you holding my phone?" I was still standing and pulling the chair I was going to sit on.

Salsa's gaze was sharp, like she was really going to eat me. Die me. No-no. It is impossible to scramble the contents of my phone while my phone uses a password.

"Ustaz Aris called" Salsa said, giving the phone to me.

"Aris Ustaz? Oh, my God .. what's he calling. I'm afraid if Salsa thinks no-no," I muttered open my phone, and written Aris's missed call.

"You're still in touch with him?" salsa asked wrinkled her brows.

I'm speechless. Confused? what am I supposed to say. I find it hard to explain everything. Afraid that my best friend is thinking that is not\-no.

"Manda. How are you diem?"

"Mmm .. m-m-eng-no, we're just the management. No more" I replied with a sweaty hand.

"Remember, yes, Da. He already has a wife. You don't do it anymore. Help u! kasian your mother."

Again\again my heart and mind were tense hearing Salsa's words. Had he known the ustazah Nisa or ustaz Aris often met me somehow his reaction again. I just hope, I hope you don't know any of this. Could die me.