A DEEP WOUND

Disturber Boy

 

I tried to close my eyes after hearing all the curses from Salsa. Tonight, he told me something said he had.

The man was a descendant of the tiong hoa, similar to Lee Min Ho. He said Salsa. At first I was silent, because I did not know who Lee Min Ho was. And when I found out, I wanted to laugh. Cook yes there is a deketin Salsa similar to the Korean artist so. Understandably, I don't like korea. That's why, Lee Min Ho I don't know.

 

If I hadn't seen his real face, I would never have believed there was a man who looked like him. Who was Lee Min Ho.

When my feelings were about to start to disappear, suddenly my phone rang indicating an incoming call.

 

I narrowed my eyes to see it, said Nisa's ustazah. Which I was so craving as if the sleepiness was gone.

I saw the wall clock in Salsa's room showing ten more. While Salsa who was near me had fallen asleep. Seeing the way he slept so well. It looks like he dreams of going to Korea to meet a man who looks like Lee Min Ho. Sleep so well. Hopefully he can match with the man he craves.

 

It feels hesitant to pick up the phone from Nisa's ustazah. The question is what did he call for? After her husband called her now she's back. Am I so important that they keep bothering me.

Still I don't want to pick up the phone from him. This time there's an incoming message on my phone. And it turned out to be a message from Nisa's ustazah.

 

[Assalamu'alaikum, Netherlands. You how are you? Sorry to bother you. May your dreams be beautiful tonight]

 

Fucking lebay. Feels like being sent a message to her lover of words. Why are they being nice to me.

 

"Was to make my heart melt in order to return to the cottage. Don't dream!" my mummy turned off my phone.

 

I tried to pull the blanket over my face. I hope tonight I can fall asleep like Salsa.

 

******

"When you go back, yeah," Salsa said as she hugged me to work.

I tried to make up the jacket I was still wearing. It was still early morning Salsa drove me. The morning wind pierced his body. Before going to work, I told him to take her to the boarding house.

 

Finally, I arrived in front of the room. "Thank you, yeah, it's been dirantrin."

 

"Yes, equally. I'll go back first, yeah. Assalamu'alaikum," said Salsa while turning his bike.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" I replied again.

 

I then went inside the cost of taking something. Because they haven't had breakfast. I'm trying to cook instant noodles. But, come to think of it, it's still morning. I pared my intention to cook. Because it's impossible, I eat noodles early in the morning.

While my stomach is very sensitive to foods that will make him sick or miles. Fortunately, I saw a loaf of bread. It's okay as long as it can cling to the stomach.

 

After finishing eating bread. I rushed to work. Time seems to go fast. It feels like it's still morning. Just sitting for a while already showed at eight.

 

Because the distance of the workplace with the cost is not too far away. I walked to the bakery where I worked.

 

Once there I saw Salsa standing as if waiting for someone

"Salsa," I rebuked approaching.

"Kok you're here?" my many.

"Yes, here. I forgot to take Riko's custody to your boss's son. But it was far away. But I'm back, because I want to give something to Kak Hadi."

 

When I was chatting with Salsa. One of my coworkers approached me, who else if not Febi. It was seen that he was carrying a white rose and a box that I did not know contained.

 

"By. It's got you" said Febi, giving her a white rose and a box that seemed to contain food.

"Well, what am I?" I was confused to hold the white rose.

"Yes, that guy said to you. What is Manda's name here besides you. There was also a paper, written for the dear Manda. Cieee," Febi grinned while teasing me and left in front of me and Salsa.

 

It was morning, but I received a rose. And the white roses I like very much. Then I opened the box which turned out to contain all chocolate flavored cupcakes.

 

Soleha's son's sustenance. When the stomach is hungry like this. Thank God, there are still people who give food in the morning.

I was a little curious as to who sent it. The point is I'm very grateful.

 

"From who?" salsa asked to look at me like I was investigating.

"I don't know" I replied briefly. "Would you eat?"

"No. You are eating. Later if there is a pellet how," said Salsa with a look like not like.

"Oh God, Sa. Bismillah aja," I ate the cupcake reply.

"No one can give white roses to you. You have someone's deck, huh?" salsa asked who was still standing near me.

"Nothing is."

"Nothing?" ask Salsa again. He looked at me like he was thinking about something about me. "If there were none? Then who loves that?"

"Who do you mean?" I asked him back, I was afraid if he thought that Ustaz Aris gave it to me.

"Who else if not your past. Did I see him call you yesterday?"

"Hmmm .. is not possible, Sa. Cook yes Ustaz Aris sent this to me. While he has a wife."

"Who is there written from?"

"Yes there is no. But maybe it's someone else's."

"You really don't have anything to do with him?" ask Salsa. He seems to be very suspicious of me. What I used to enjoy eating cupcakes instantly was not craved anymore to eat them.

I feel a bit annoyed at the question\-asked continues by Salsa. How sensitive his mind is to discuss Aris's ustaz.

"There really isn't, Sa. Why also relate to someone who already has a wife."

As we were having an argument, Salsa's phone rang. And thank God, he finally decided to go to college. God is fair to me. In fact I was saved from all the questions Nyi pellet.

I didn't say Nyi pellet. How could he think that the cupcake I ate was supposed to have pellets.

Looks like he's so vengeful with ustaz Aris. Just like Mom too, when discussing ustaz Aris. His head was immediately burned, directly out the asep from the mother's ear. Hee, no, can't say that.

Sometimes I'm afraid that my mother or Salsa knows that I and Nisa's ustazah also meet often. I don't know what's gonna happen? between them angry or .. how, I don't know.

During work I never felt close to anyone. I wish only Ustaz Aris knew that I really like roses and like chocolate-smelling snacks only he knows.

I hope he's not the one who gave me all this. Because I don't want to be treated like this by a man who already has a wife.