A DEEP WOUND

The star...

 

I took a deep breath before telling my mother. Actually my heart hesitates to tell my mother. But I couldn't have told him.

While Salsa chose to rest after our long journey. We just arrived at my house this afternoon. Tonight I sat down to my mother.

 

"Mom think you're asleep?" Mom asked as I sat down in the chair next to her.

"No, Buk. It's still morning, eight o'clock yet."

"Yes, you may be sleepy, son."

"Yet, Buk. Oh yes, Manda ..."

"Manda. I think you just got home yesterday. Now I'm home again, son. It's far away" said mother to see me who would make warm milk.

 

After the milk was warm so, I looked at my mother and said. "Yet. Manda wants to say the same thing, Mommy."

 

"Yes. Said what?"

"mmmmmmm. If only Manda had gone to college. Keep Manda going to college, Buk." I hesitate to say this, but bismillah. "If Manda gets married. Love's mother?" I asked with an anxious face.

"Isn't it?!" ask mom again. He was surprised to hear my words. Mom widened her eyes. "What do you mean, Manda?

 

Seeing my mother's expression made my legs tremble. Why the hell, I should say something like this to mom. Obviously I was shocked, it seems like soon I will have a heart attack. Oh Allah .. I hope nothing happens tonight.

"Manda! What do you mean say that? You didn't hear me wrong, did you?"

 

Again looking at my mother's expression I was unable to say anymore. My heart stopped beating looking at my mother's face, which might soon be coming out of the smoke from my ears. Uh, not smoke. Maybe, let out the fire. Astagfirullah, very disobedient I the same parents say like this.

 

"Mom-mom is not wrong. Manda actually said it, Buk."

"You said yesterday you graduated college. Why do we talk about marriage now? I don't know what you mean?"

"You can't go to college with your household, Buk. Mom ... do you agree or not?" I asked expectantly and put on a sad face.

"No. I won't agree."

"But, Buk ..."

"Mom doesn't understand your line of mind, son. What makes you think of getting married. In fact, yesterday heard you graduated from college, I was so happy and grateful."

"You know, Buk. But, now there are many people even though college can be married," I said to tell mother again.

"Yes. Mom knows. But, people ..." Mother's words stopped and she massaged her forehead. "It has. Now I ask you. Who are you marrying?"

 

Mom glared at me. Really, I was scared to see my mom's gaze. "Name .. us-ustaz."

"Ustaz. Ustaz Aris?" ask mom to clarify again.

 

I tried to nod to give the code yes. I can only pray that mother will not be shocked and scold me deeply.

 

"Manda." Mother fell silent again and my eyes with mother met each other. I don't know, I'm confused about how to interpret mom's expression. Between him he was sad, angry, and like upset as well.

"Ma-maafin Manda, Buk. If you don't agree Manda will not continue, Buk."

When he saw his mother, he took a slow breath and closed his eyes for a moment. "Manda. This time I won't be angry. Because I'm also tired of being angry when we talk about ustaz Aris again. Son, do you know if Aris already has a wife?"

I looked down and hesitated to answer my mother. "Yeah. Tau, Buk."

"What made you think of marrying ustaz Aris, son?"

 

I choose silence over answering my mother. Hearing her voice, she seemed sad. I was afraid that would make him think.

Mom got up from her seat and left me. Before coming out of the kitchen, she looked back and said to me. "Mom will not agree if you marry a man who already has a wife. I don't want you to feel pain again like you used to."

 

O Allah. Who was the mother of diem and was reluctant to answer at length with my question. Suddenly my mother's words hit me once. I feel weak. What I should do.

Seeing my mother leave just like that left me alone in the kitchen. I was just in the middle and finished the milk I made.

"What did I say, too. Your mother does not agree, right," said Salsa directly thrust me with the sentence nyegirnya.

Then I frowned looking at Salsa who suddenly shot me with words when she had just entered my room.

"Where do you know. You're nguping, huh?" I squinted my eyes at Salsa.

"hee. If yes. Why why?" the way Salsa saw me was challenging again. I sat in my study chair facing Salsa sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Eh. Can't forget or take care of people! The sins!" I said with a dislike tone.

"yeah. Where is the hadith?"

"Eh. Come on, I'm missing your opponent, Sa. You've been like Febi for a long time."

"Who's Febi?"

"My work is done."

"Ooh. Your new best friend" replied Salsa with her rent in front of me. "Oh yes. Brother Riko nitip salute to you."

"Sister Riko? Ouhh, wa'alaikumsalam."

 

Tumben - Tumbenan Kak Riko nitip salam. Last sent a message one month ago when I finished taking the writing test. He just asked about the news.

 

"Eh, Sa."

"What?"

"mmmmmmm. Riko's sister has no boyfriend yet, anyway."

"mmmmmmm. As far as I am concerned, there is none right now. I've never seen any sign of her having a boyfriend."

"Oouhhh."

"Why indeed?" Salsa asked while smiling faintly at me. "You want to say hello to him. Well, if you're with Riko I'll agree to it immediately."

"Eh. Kamu ini. Nggak kok, kan aku cuman nanya."

"I'm just a nawarin or a nebak. If only you had a feeling someday. I'll definitely meet you."

"No," I answered briefly.

 

Cook yes I should marry my best friend's brother. I love other men too. It will not be possible to unite with a male figure like Riko. Riko's sister is pretty handsome and mature too, but all this time we're like sister brother. Salsa is - there is.

 

"Tomorrow morning we turn back," said Salsa, laying down on my bed.

"Huh. Really bad, anyway. We're just getting ready," you know, I'm poking Salsa's shoulder.

"What do you want to do here again. You said you just wanted to go home and ask for your mother's blessing. And the answer is, your mother does not give you blessing alias disagree."

"But right, Sa. We were just here this afternoon. Cook tomorrow morning to go."

"Yes already. If you want to stay here any longer, I'll just go back by myself."

 

Salsa has been pissing me off for a long time. Cook yes just nyampe this afternoon invited back to Mataram again.

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