A DEEP WOUND

Missed You

 

Just three days not setting foot in the store. It's been really missed. As usual, I'm tidying things up. And put down the bread that had just come.

 

Thank God, the view this morning is so beautiful. Because I'm grateful the customers at this bakery are getting crowded. If only, this was my shop. Wow would be so happy. I want to someday open a business.

If my wish failed to go to school in Cairo first and could be an ustazah. I want to be able to become a businessman later. May God grant my wish. Aminn.

 

I don't think I'm 21 years old now. Time seems to go fast. Maybe, tomorrow suddenly with a time that does not feel my age nyampe 30. If I could I'd like to get married at 25. That is if God determines it that way.

 

However, if the soul mate comes quickly. How else, inevitably must remain accepted. Hah .. why should I think of a soul mate. Now thinking about college. I'll be in college soon. Fool is a problem behind people say. Pursue the ideals first. Problem is arranged. No need to think about.

 

After everything was over I sat down to replace my friend as cashier. He said he had a stomachache. All the farts again. The sound of his fart was not heard, his voice was like a wind that was blowing slowly. Bayangin how it smells.

Hadehhh is more than the smell of carrion. Good thing, friend, keep his feelings in order that I don't puke.

Cook it right into the toilet he's patting his ass. He said not to stink, my friend's name is Lina. He was taught to pat his ass the same as Galih's co-worker as well.

Thought. What does ass have to do with patting. What cow's ass is being patted. Doesn't make any sense, does it.

 

Okay. Rather than the preaching of Lina and Galih. I continue to serve customers. Thank goodness many. Bayangin deh kayak how the senengnya Pak Hadi. Banget is definitely his art.

"Manda. There are people who do things for you," whispered Febi came almost as I was busy.

 

I don't want to respond, but yeah .. know yourself Febi mah if you don't respond he will continue to stick like glue whisking ni ear.

 

"Yes, later. I layanin people first," I said turning a little.

 

Thirty minutes later. Long enough ladenin people shopping. Thank God it was finished too. So curious I immediately nyamperin Febi nanyak gifts.

 

How not curious try, he said someone sent a gift of large size. Wahh .. I'm getting curious about who else. Don't tell me that it's a gift from ustaz Aris again.

 

If I could, I wouldn't want to hear that name anymore. It's been quite.

 

"Manda. Here," call Febi waving her hand for me to quickly approach.

"Where did you say that?" I was still standing near Febi who was sitting alone.

"Here," Febi thrust out a doll and a small box.

"Who are you from?" I'm still surprised. The doll I love is the doll I like the most. Mickey mouse's. I've been looking for a Mickey doll for a long time. Now the only thing is his.

"I don't know from whom? but there are fathers here who anter that stuff. Who took Mr. Karto earlier. He will again be able to, continue to be given to me as Mr. Karto said to Manda."

"Cooking for me, anyway? Maybe, for someone else?" ask again.

"Yes, elaahh. If it is for someone else, why is it that the name is written. Imanda Ramdhani. Emang here is the name of Imanda other than you," said Febi with his sewot.

 

Without me noticing it first, it was true that there was writing on the paper tucked in the doll. Imanda Ramdhani.

 

My face was straight red. How can you try, the paper form love. It also has my full name.

"Who's that from, anyway?" febi asked, watching the doll I was holding

"Yes, I don't know" I set my foot back to go.

"eeehhh. Open the box first, Da. I want to see" Febi pulled my wrist. "I'm curious, there's something that people send to you."

"Cannot. I want to continue working again, open the box later at the boarding house. You don't know" I replied and left Febi.

"Very bad," complains Febi while jealous.

 

I look back and smile at my friend.

 

******

 

I thought he was just kidding, but he wasn't. Febi actually came with me to the boarding house. He said he also wanted to take a trip.

Actually, I'm males ngizinin friend nginep in kos. The problem is that I am not free to do anything. I'm the one who prefers to be alone at the boarding house.

 

You can watch your own TV, sleep by yourself. Eating alone, for me, is this peace.

"Eh. Eat first, Feb." I brought two dishes of fried rice with omelet on top.

"Hm .. wahhh. It smells good." Febi instantly sniffed the fried rice plate I brought. Fucking emang! I'm not ashamed of him, but that's okay. His name is also a friend, "who's this for?"

"I."

"You can cook, Da?

 

The question really pisses me off. Cook yeah, I'm this big can't cook. "Well, I can."

 

"hee. The answer is normal, no need to manyun that," said Febi devoured fried rice again.

 

After eating, I saw a gift box sent by someone while in the store. My finger opened the box. Apparently, it contained a nice little Qur'an.

Obviously I frowned looking at him. On the other hand, I smiled as well. Someone wants to give you this. I thought it was cake again, but it wasn't.

 

"Huh. The qur'an?" asked Febi who was behind me.

 

I just kept quiet and refused to answer. "Gue thinks it's a ring or ..."

 

"The ring?? Cook the ring, this big box can't be the ring, Feb," I replied again sewot turned to face Febi.

"I'm not done talking. Besides the ring I'd like to call a necklace, too, you know." Febi leaned her back against the wall while picking up the TV remote.

 

His Qur'an is good, but dear did not have time to thank you. There is no name of the sender. Alhamdulillah there are still people who care about this love to me.

 

"Who from, Da? ask Febi.

"From people" I answered briefly.

"Yehhh .. yes, know from people. Who does that mean?"

"I don't know. No letters or signs of who" I replied.

"Perhaps, from the same person when you love the flower," said Febi quietly.

"aa. Eee is not possible, cook from it again," I spontaneously replied Febi. My mouth feels like what if the edges of people call ustaz Aris again. I hope not.

"Have you ever dated, Da?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Can't date harom," I replied unencumbered.

Uh. He laughed and I answered that. I don't know what's funny trying. He held his stomach laughing. Laughter continues, to the fullest.

 

And finally cursed he is the same God. So engrossed in laughter, that mouth until entered by mosquitoes. Thought by the cave kali yeeh, the mosquito enters the mouth. Thought cage.

 

Inget! laugh howling.

Laughter is also a woman's aura. According to some, but.

Don't exaggerate. Excessive things are not liked by God.