A DEEP WOUND

Two Cursed Children

 

Today was quiet, not too many customers had arrived. Well, it's also called effort. Sometimes it's crowded, sometimes it's quiet. Process everything.

Tenderizing the back of the cashier seat makes me a little comfortable. Not to imagine, but think about the test how to directly get into the University.

 

"Manda," scolded someone from behind me. Who else if not Febi. Only he likes to bother me or talk about my personal life.

"Hm" I replied lazily. Want to let alone him, it looks like there will be someone who wants to whisper. There are smells already.

"Would you like to come tomorrow?" Febi started to whisper to me.

"Where are you going?" tanyaku.

"Tomorrow is Saturday the same week of holiday. So, two days off. Well ... What if you come with me on vacation."

"Where to go on vacation? Can't you clearly say it. Just get to the point" I replied with a dislike face. "I know when people have two days off, don't tell."

"You're why, anyway. Again, yes. Bring him to be angry from earlier." Febi got up from her seat. Standing in front of me, she clasped both hands in front of her chest.

"Where is the holiday?"

"Vacation to the boarding house. And, there ..."

"Egyptian?" I decided on Febi's words. For some reason, I felt shocked when I heard the boarding. "You go to pesantrenan. Cook in a holiday boarding school?"

"I'm not done talking. I'm the one you said nyerocos. In fact, you are also very nice people."

 

I then fell silent to Febi's words. Sitting sweetly listening to her words might be better.

 

"There, there's a nyokap brother. So, I was told to go there. The atmosphere of the pesantrenan there is quite cool. Sure enough, you'll feel at home if I take you there. The pesantrenan is vast, Da."

"Who have you been there?" my question is to knit my eyebrows.

"Yes, ever. Before but when I was a kid. I took me there."

"That means, is there your aunt?"

"Yes. Wanna come with me?"

"Hm. No, I guess. I was put on board," I said still thinking.

"Hadeh. I explained this, the edges still do not want to come. Yes, that is. I'll go back first."

When Febi was about to leave me. I pulled his wrist, like I changed my mind. "Entar first, Feb."

"What else?" Febi looked at me lazily.

"When did you leave?"

"Let's go home from work and get ready to go." Febi is so very telling me. "You wanna come?"

"Hm. What are we doing there?" many doubt.

"Macem-macem, many activities are also in the pesantrenan there. You'll be at home, Da."

"Away, yes."

"Lumayan. If it's slow, it could take an hour on the road. But, if the spout can be nyampe less than an hour."

"Hm. I'm coming with you."

"OK. Be prepared, yes."

Actually, I was a little hesitant to come along. But, I thought maybe I could calm my feelings so I wanted to come with Febi.

 

Than at the cost. My head feels more and more cramped. Mending join Febi, hopefully I can vacation there as my coworkers say.

Even though I met and decided to let ustaz Aris stay away from me. My heart ached more and more with the decision I made. I often worry about my uncertain feelings. But somehow I still don't feel calm. Maybe, I'm less passionate about it.

Maybe I should teach. Holy hooch! By the way naji, all this time I rarely saw. Calling naji, I remember being given a little Qur'an by someone. For now, I've never read it. What yes, I feel uneasy like this because I never saw.

"Yes Allah. Forgive me, servant."

 

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After everything is done. We also went to the boarding school that was meant by Febi. And I just brought some clothes. We stayed there for two days.

During the trip, I only saw the atmosphere of the city of Mataram. There was no conversation between me and Febi. I also do not want to invite him to talk with the state he focused on riding a motorcycle. Just let him focus, if invited to talk to fear his concentration is lost.

When we were half an hour. We passed a road. I feel a little bad. The road we walked seemed to have passed many times. The further I go, the more I remember every road we walk. The road we walked was like no stranger.

"Febb. Febi," call me who's still sitting on Febi's side.

"Yes" said Febi. "What's wrong?"

"Where are we actually going, anyway?" ask me with bad feelings.

"You go to the boarding house. Cook to go to the rice field," replied Febi sewot.

"That's not what I mean. Cumans ...?" my words stopped, I hesitated to tell Febi.

"We'll be there soon. You just calm down, after you take a break later. Bibik has been waiting for us."

"The agency we're heading to ...? Actually, what's the pesantrenan called?"

"I don't want to, Da. Later after you can read the sign."

I just kept quiet to hear Febi's explanation. But the farther I go, the more I remember this path. The road we walked was the road to the boarding school?

"We've arrived" said Febi, excited when someone opened the gate for us.

Deg.

Ar\-rahman. And the one who opened the gate was a guard in this boarding school. My chest is getting faster. Suddenly, the sweat soaked my body. So shaky, I ignored Febi's words.

"Manda. Mandaic. Manda ...!"

"Huh" I replied in shock. My whole body feels cold and weak.

"Lu ngapain bengong. Down what, Manda."

With a heavy heart, I got off Febi's bike. I look around this boarding house. It's still the same as before. However, the santriwati cottage is a little different. Like it was renovated.

What does all this mean? why do I suddenly have to set foot here again.

"Febri."

There was the sound of someone calling Febi's name.

"Babies. Assalamu'alaikum, Bik."

I turned my back when Febi greeted that person. Well, that someone is none other than Erin's ustazah.

I felt like I was not setting foot on this earth again when I saw my ustazah. Ustazah who once taught me, a ustazah that was so good to me first.

"Here rest first" Erin told Febi. I just found out that Febi is Erin's ustazah niece.

"Yes, Bik" replied Febi, turning to me. "Manda. Come on." Come on."

I nodded quickly following Febi's footsteps from behind. Perhaps, Erin's ustazah doesn't recognize me. How could he recognize me while I was wearing a mask.

We were taken to a room by Zah Erin. Room for the ustazah. In the past, I cleaned this room with Salsa or any other santriwati.

"This is your friend, Feb?" ask Zah Erin to Febi.

"Yes, Bik. This is my friend, introduce her name ..."

"I'm a coworker, Febi, Bik," I said, cutting off Febi's words.

"Yes. Bibik. Febi's been telling Bibik the story before." Ustazah Erin smiled at me. And I returned that big smile behind the mask I was wearing.

Somehow Erin's ustazah reacted when she saw my face. He did not know that his nephew's friend was the santriwati he had taught first.

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