A DEEP WOUND

London

 

Baduuhh, I don't know what's going to happen to me this afternoon. I want to see Febi alone rather than having to look directly at the two male figures who walked towards here.

 

"Assalamu'alaikum."

 

I gulped when I heard that voice again. Well, the voice of ustaz Aris. If you know, the sound of my heart beating could be heard. So shaky. Whatever, you want to say lebay or not!

 

"Why you?" Febi approached me. "Your hand why is it cold? keep what this voice is."

 

Think about it, so Deket Febi to me. In fact, he could hear the beating of a heart that beats hard. Looks like I'm going to faint, or .. My heart might fall out in a moment.

 

Really, I'm resigned if I think gini. How can I shake this. I can't be afraid or nervous if Mr. Kyai recognizes me.

 

"Wa'alaikumsalam ..." Erin's ostazah came out carrying a black plastic in her right hand. "Sir Kyai?"

"Ages. Santriwati's data is in ustazah right. Abi wants to see he said," said Ustaz Aris. Two men still standing behind me.

 

In the slightest, I don't want to look back or turn around. Sometimes I close my eyes to relieve my nervousness and take slow breaths.

 

"Febri. Here, Son. You be careful, Manda," said ustazah Erin advising us again.

"Okay, Bik," Febi replied smiling broadly at Erin's ustazah. I snorted to see Febi's proximity to Erin's ustazah. Understandably, they're Bibik's niece. Obviously familiar, unlike me who has no aunt or anyone other than Mom.

 

I blinked and gave Febi a code so we could quickly go home.

 

"Ustazah," I said, then kissed the hands of a bouncy ustazah to go home.

"Who is this, Zah?" asked Mr. Kyai when I kissed ustazah's hand.

"This, Man-da. Mr. Ky-ai," said Erin doubtful. I gulped more and more bitterly when Erin's ustazah told Mr. Kyai.

 

I thought wearing a mask was a powerful way to hide my face. However, in fact Mr. Kyai asked who I was.

 

"Manda. Manda ...?" ask Mr. Kyai again. He seems confused. I saluted Mr. Kyai and pulled my mask. Because you want to be polite it is impossible if I ignore the leader of this cottage.

 

Anyway, I've been studying here for two years. Even before leaving, I had not found evidence if I had been educated for two years in this boarding school.

 

"Nova ..."

"Na'am, Ustaz. This is ana, Imanda Ramdhani," I said telling Mr. Kyai who was also Abi ustaz Aris.

"When are you here?" ask me again. Finish me now, it looks like our conversation will be long.

"It has. Three ha-ri ana here, Ustaz." I tried to smile in front of Mr. Kyai. It feels hard to smile big. Especially if I have to remember what I used to be. I don't feel like chatting with him.

"You ... want to go back?" ask ustaz Aris to see me. Then I just nodded in agreement.

"Anti ... when will I come back here?" ask Mr. Kyai again. Heh. Back away?

 

 

"Hm. Perhaps, ana did not come back here," I replied lowered my head. My feet would jump if they could. Gatel wants to leave quickly.

 

If a long chat with magrib becomes. As much as I can think how to find the right reason to leave as soon as possible.

"When you come back here again, yeah, son." Mr. Kyai was like begging me to go back to the cottage. "Formerly, ustaz Aris. Or just gini, son. Can we have a chat for a minute."

"Huh. Sorry, Mr. Kyai. Ana must return, fearing also hunted magrib later. Tomorrow we have to work, too" I said, trying to explain. Hopefully he doesn't force me to stay in the cabin.

 

Yes Allah .. why I was so presumptuous to say I could not talk to Mr. Kyai. I have to be able to appreciate him anyway. Mandaic. Know who is not in front of you.

 

Uh. I also care about being polite. The problem also really can't be long. I'm the same Febi is going back.

"Feb," I looked back at Febi. Febi understood my confused face. He also heard that Mr. Kyai asked for time to invite me to chat.

"They seem to be coming back, Ustaz. They may not be returning from the mall. The streets here are also a bit difficult. While they are also women" said ustazah Erin explained again.

"Later dianthrin the same ustaz Aris, yes," said Pak Kyai again.

"Hmmm. You come here again sometime," I said again.

 

I would never be able to speak now. Oh Allah .. help me. Do not take one more car with ustaz Aris. Although Mr. Kyai offers.

 

"They work, Bi. Tomorrow Manda will be here sometime. Yes, Manda," said ustaz Aris again explained Abinya while looking at me.

 

Seeing ustaz Aris and hearing it that way. I nodded and said "yes".

 

"Hem. Mr. Kyai. We say goodbye first" said Febi, holding my wrist. "Assalamu'alaikum."

I looked at Febi who immediately pulled my hand to be invited to leave. Even when riding the bike I still remained silent and was reluctant to say a word.

******

"Manda! Manda!"

"Y-yes, Feb," I replied in shock.

"Why did you, anyway, have to wait for those people. You should not have to talk at length. Get to the point. Tell me you want to go quickly and go home with me. And the problem of going back to the cottage says, God willing! Don't bother!"

Oh Allah .. so long was Febi's way of speaking. For example, he did not give me a gap so that I could go in to explain as well.

"Yeah. I was ..."

"So what? it was that slip," sewot Febi again. "Udah deh, you need to be taught how to be a girl who does not like that. You don't want to be called by people."

My words are not finished yet he has cut them. Gini the Febi. He wanted to be the one who heard his talk. "You mean your\ in\-gituin?"

"Gini, yes, Manda. Now I know part of your story."

"What story?" manywould be surprised. Does Febi know about my story with ustaz Aris. So he said it like that.

"Yes, your love story is. What other stories."

Deg.

I gulped when I heard my coworker's words. What does it mean already know about my story with ustaz Aris.

Where does he know. Jeez .. I'm finished now. Febi got the info from where. Is it possible that Erin's ustazah told her?