A DEEP WOUND

Maaf

 

We finally arrived at my room. After an age-old journey from the cottage to the boarding house.

I also can't wait to quickly pull Febi's hand. He asked what he knew about my story. There's no way, I have to die curious about Febi's words while still on the trip.

 

"Splash you know," I pulled Febi's wrist. To quickly get in bring it into the cost.

"Aduhhh .. You're nothing, anyway, Manda. Sick tau!" Febi pulled her hand back with an annoyed face looking at me after she took off her helmet as well earlier.

"You know what you said before" I said again.

"Yes Allah ... Mandaic. You can't do that. We just found out."

"I know. But you have to tell me first!" I pressed my words again.

"Eh. Don't be a girl, be a girl. I want to pray. You know we're an age on the road. Pray magrib first. I'll go to hunt ya."

 

Febi also walked towards my boarding door. Without him caring about my words. "Where's the key?"

I then took the key to the boarding house in my bag. Then open the queen kepo to enter.

 

"I don't think you can pray" I mocked Febi.

"What! What did you say! take care, yes, your talk. Even though I look like I can pray, Manda ...!!"

"Haha. His expression was normal, no need to be serious about it," I replied with a relieved heart to see the annoyance of my coworker.

"I'm muslim. Don't worry about you ever going to school in the cottage keep saying I can't pray. I can make fun of that."

"Yeah. Becanda and kalee. Do not go into the heart. Oh, yeah, tell dong, Feb. That one," I said begging again.

"Eh. Later. I want to pray first."

 

Febi went straight into the bathroom without even telling me where she knew my story. But, I'm sure he knows everything must be from Erin's ustazah.

 

Who else if not Erin's ustazah. Erin also knows about my story. Hem. If he knows everything, hopefully he doesn't tell me this story. It would be dangerous if he told others.

 

His fear will be slander. And afraid, too, I was cornered just like before. Remembering what happened was very painful for me to accept. I don't want to get sick anymore. I had enough pain I felt.

Because of the one-day journey I chose to lay down my body on my bed. While waiting for Febi to finish praying, I tried to open the WA application. Salsa is probably active.

Every time I miss my friend. Moreover, Salsa and I are very familiar. For a few days we never asked each other the news. I think I'm talking to Salsa.

Curious about meeting with ustaz Aris and his wife. And about how he asked me to get married too.

To be honest, I was afraid that Ustaz Aris would one day look for me again. How much the hell, love ustaz Aris to me. Sampe\-sampe his wife's heart can be broken and he was allowed to marry again.

That was the question in my mind. Should I be the second wife. There is no other woman besides me. I think .. ustaz Aris really love, yes, the same Imanda Ramdhani.

Heh. No-no. If he really loved. There's no way he left me that way. Prefer to marry another woman. Even though he wanted to obey the words of his parents, he still did not fight for his love for me.

I guess I'm. I used to be unable to unite with ustaz Aris because I was an ordinary person. And ... maybe, because as a santriwati too. So, breaking the rules. But they still insult me. I still remember what happened and cannot be forgotten.

"Eh. You don't pray?" asked Febi patting my shoulder. Jeez, my dreamy preoccupation until I did not realize that Febi had finished praying. "Why you?"

"Huh. Mmm .. n-no, really," I replied like a fool.

"Nothing, how come it's so dumb?" Febi approached me. "Gue laper ..."

Hm. This is the child why he also put his face to make up that kayak. I like that I don't want it to happen. "There is no food. Uh. You were loved something like Erin. Open it, who knows the food."

"Oh, yes. I forgot."

Febi then opened the black plastic that had been given by Erin's ustazah. A box with cake turned out.

"Gee. Mmmm good, really, Da."

Seeing Febi enjoying eating the cake given by ustazah Erin. Makes me want too, but there's no appetite either. I abandoned my intention to eat the cake.

"Are you really not?" reprimand Febi again who is still chewing the cake in her mouth. I hate seeing people talking while eating. I don't think it's polite, I think.

"Can't. Your food went down first, and then I said," I said with an annoyed face looking at Febi.

Hearing me say that Febi then got up to get some drinking water.

"Febb. You haven't told me yet. How, you know?" I asked to see Febi continue to eat the cake.

"That's ... in-you know the same ..."

"Who's the guy?" ask again. "That's a long time in her taunts."

"Told you the same, Aunt."

I just kept quiet hearing Febi sayings. My guess is also correct if he was told by Erin's ustazah.

"Indeed, Erin used to tell you anything?"

"Not much, really, he just told me that you are the same ustaz Aris ever equally like, he said."

"Ustazah Erin said what, all right?" much worry. I don't know why, I'm worried.

Ustazah Erin also why, anyway, should the story all. He didn't know if his nephew was talking too much. Later if he tells it could be dangerous.

"You are amazing, yes" Febi told me.

"What's so amazing?" my many frowns.

"Yes, right. You are amazing, you can be liked by a man as handsome as that."

"Huh. Is that what you think is amazing?"

"Yes. Ustaz, son of the leader of the cottage, handsome. Especially the less."

"Yes. But not a soul mate" I replied.

"Mahahaha."

The child is not sane. Oh, aye. I just realized my answer. Like someone who doesn't like the way I answer. She laughed with satisfaction like that. Gosh darn. Imanda!!

"You're still in love, aren't you, the same?" Febi brought her face closer to mock me.

I was jealous of Febi laughing at me. "Not really."

"Not really, but he answered. Haha."

"Laughter as much as I can," I said, then I hit Febi with a pillow near me.