A DEEP WOUND

Revenges

One week, the semester has passed. Finally the day I was waiting for came.

Where I borrowed a cell phone at one of the ustazahs to call mom. I wish I could go home soon.

Ustazah also gave me to borrow a cell phone, without waiting for a long time I called home.

“Hallo. Assalamu’alaikum, Bik Mah?” I said to Bik Mah, my neighbor.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Who is this?” answer Bik Mah.

“This Manda, Bik. Bik, ask for help. Please go home, yes, I want to say the same, Mother.”

“Oouuhhh, yes, Manda. Bibik love your mother's phone first."

Bik Imah house is not far from my house, only 2 houses away. Every time I call mom, I always call through Bik Imah. So good to me and my mom. Actually, there is also a cell phone at home. But ... when you want to call can not be contacted. Eat the phone through Bik Imah.

 

In the past, there was no school in the pesantren. If there is any difficulty or mother wants to ask for help she always helps us. The point is, Bik Imah is very good. Not long after, my mother answered my phone.

 

“Hallo, Da. Assalamu’alaikum,” says Mother.

“Wa’alaikumsalam, Buk. Mother, the semester is over. One week later I will start off, maybe next week rapot.” division I tell mom excitedly.

“Iya, already. One week ahead I'll pick you up, son.”

“Iya, Buk. It was a long time ago, yes, Buk. Manda wants to turn her phone back, Ustazah.”

“Oya, Da. Why don't you just call through your phone?”

“Hape is not active in contact, Buk. Hence Manda calls via Bik Mah.”

“Oouuhh, may battery run out. I can't see, because again work in the kitchen.”

“Iya, Buk. It's okay, it's old, Buk. Manda wants to turn his phone back to ustazah. Assalamu’alaikum,” said I hung up after I finished talking to mom.

After calling with mom, I returned the ustazah phone. Then go to the kitchen to get food.

Daytime atmosphere, hot. But I still enjoy my lunch like any other santriwati.

“Darrr ...,” Salsa patted my two backs from behind.

“Iiihhh .. This antum is just his work," I said with an angry face.

“Afwan, that's angry. Nihhh balesan letter from Abinya sntum.” Salsa gave me a reply letter from Ustaz Aris. I quickly took it out of my best friend's hand and opened the letter.

[Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarokatuh. Sorry, can't bales now anti-letter. The anti question?? Ana doesn't know what else to say. For me, the letter was very clear. That ana likes anti, it's all up to the anti either love ana or not. Oya, tomorrow just return to north Lombok or not ana anthin. Please reply again to this letter, sweet greetings from ustaz Aris.]

The contents of the letter from ustaz Aris surprised me. Was it written that he wanted to drive me? On the other hand, I actually want to.

However, I called my mother to pick her up and there was no way I would. I'm afraid if there are friends who see our closeness later.

My relationship is so hard to do that it makes me sometimes confused. If we want to communicate, we have to do it by mail. In fact, I was also doubtful about Aris's ustaz feelings for me. This has just been sent a letter several times and given something by him has made some santriwati suspicious of me.

Salsa said, when given food by Ustaz Aris alone I spelled out often nglyrik eat it given food. I heard that it felt bad. Fear often haunted my mind, fearing if anyone knew about the secret relationship with my own teacher. Even though I doubt Aris's ustaz feelings, the contents of his letter already say that he has a taste for me.

“Antum why?? Bengong aja his work, finish first rice, antum.” Salsa rebuked me while chewing the rice in her mouth.

I just kept silent not to answer the rebuke of Salsa. My appetite alone felt lost for a while at that time, because of the thought of Ustaz Aris.

At first I was happy to be sent home. However, my sense of senility turned into a haunting worry of myself secretly relating to Ustaz Aris. I feel guilty doing all that, I'm afraid that our closeness will be a problem later in the cottage.

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“Manda. Manda ...,” Salsa waved her hand in front of my eyes. Until I was surprised, and my daydreams just disappeared.

“Iihh, antum what the hell?”

“Antum only used up.” I answered Salsa with my grim face.

“Antum why? You know ana? What did ustaz Aris say in the letter?” salsa asked again.

“Not there, anyway, Sa. But .. ana is confused, Salsa. Ustaz Aris wants anthin to come home tomorrow on holiday. Meanwhile, ana has called Mom to pick her up here.”

“Good dong? Yes already, just let me antum come here pick it up. Tomorrow when he comes here, tell me Antum. Tell Ustaz Aris anterin antum same mother antum. Beres ‘kan.” Salsa gave me advice.

“But, right ...?” I was silent for a moment.

“Already, don't use but-but. Bales his letter now,” said Salsa patting next to my shoulder.

Unknowingly, my conversation was heard by Nisa's ustazah. One of the Ustazah who taught us at the cottage as well. I saw that Nisa's ustazah was standing behind us. I don't know if he heard my conversation with Salsa or not. He did not rebuke us, but his face seemed suspicious of us.

 

When I felt Ustazah Nisa suspected us. I tried to shake off the feeling of seuzon towards my teacher.

 

After eating, Salsa and I returned to Santriwati's room.

I'm trying to find a convenient place to reply to Aris's ustaz letter.

Without realizing it, I was the one who focused on incising words in reprimanded by my friend.

“Antum nulis what, Da?” ask Erin my old friend.

“Mmm. No really, just want to write something aja.” With a shocked and worried face, I tried to hide the letter from Erin.

Because Erin asked and watched me write. I quickly got out of the room, looking for a comfortable place to sit.

In the hut where I dug this knowledge, it was grown by several large trees. I even chose the big tree to shelter and reply to a letter from ustaz Aris, who was not far from the class of sisters.

It only takes 10 minutes to put words together. Without waiting for long I rushed to find Salsa to the room. When I returned to the cottage, I accidentally met with ustaz Aris.

O Allah .. The glare of the eyes is clearly visible in his eyes. That afternoon, the sunlight was on me and ustaz Aris. The glare of the sun made me to keep my eyes off the glare. I fear, if it will be a sin for me and ustaz Aris later.

“You ... where to go?” ask ustaz Aris standing right in front of me.

Without answering anything, I put out a letter in front of him. He also quickly picked up the letter I gave him.

“Afwan, Ustaz. Ana has to go. Assalamu’alaikum,” I quickly went to leave it to santriwati cottage. With a thump of heart racing when I met him by accident.

All this time I just left a letter through my best friend Salsa, but now I have to give it directly. With an unbecoming feeling.

“Hei, antum from where?” salsa asked me when I was about to enter the room.

“Hmm. From there,”, I replied to Salsa turning her head slightly in a nervous manner. I left Salsa just like that who was still standing next to the door of the santriwati room.

Although the distribution of rapots is only one week, but I have started tidying up the clothes that will be brought home. Perhaps, if mom comes suddenly pick me up just take the bag without having to rush to tidy everything.

“But cepet really, you neaten clothes, Da?” ask Salsa.

I just smiled blandly to Salsa, Salsa was sitting near me. "I must miss the same antum, let alone we often together during the cottage."

I who hear the words of Salsa, sing my mouth.

“You're all right? Antum words like we want to split up, which will not meet again.”

“Heee, yes, but the rooms are separated for a few weeks, Manda.” Salsa pinched my cheek.

“Lebay antum, already ana want to shower first. Continue ... to musalla.” I put the clothes in the bag first.

Then Salsa and I went to the bathroom to get ready to go to Musalla.