A DEEP WOUND
Needles
"I don't think I'm coming back, Sa" I told Salsa as we were having breakfast together.
"Why?" Salsa uncovers the fried rice that is only one spoon away.
"Nothing. I just can't come back."
"Ooh. Yes it is."
Salsa then continued her breakfast. This morning I made some fried rice for my best friend before he left.
After breakfast is finished. Salsa said goodbye to my mother to go back to Mataram.
"By. You're here, yeah. Oh yes, that fried rice made you really good." Salsa whispered to me. Obviously I immediately smiled, the cuisine was praised the same Salsa. I'm getting excited to be able to learn to cook this again.
Who knows, my soul mate is coming quickly. It would be a pity if I couldn't cook for my husband. By the way, mother's marriage has not approved. In fact, ustazah Nisa has agreed if ustaz Aris married me.
Actually, I don't know what forced her to see me marry her husband. At first, I also refused to marry someone who already had a wife.
But, the more Allah often met me with the ustazah of Nisa and the ustaz of Aris. My heart is getting weaker and my feelings for ustaz Aris are getting bigger.
I sometimes get confused with my own heart. The more I try to eliminate this taste. Even this feeling is getting bigger.
"Why don't you come back with Salsa?" mother asked as I was about to sit on the porch and mother also sat near me.
"Still miss mom" I replied smiling in front of my mom.
"But you have to work?"
"You asked permission from your boss, Buk."
"Keep, how was your lecture?"
"I mean, Mother. How's what?"
"Yes I mean Mother. You're his college?"
I cringed at my mother's statement. "Be, Buk. I told you before that I knew Mom."
"Mom's afraid that if you don't go to college and would rather get married."
Seeing mom put on a sad look on my face made me feel bad too. "Yet. Mother calm down. Manda also does not know when the soul mate comes. If a soul mate comes quickly, Manda will tell her husband to stay in college."
"That's what you think, Manda. If your husband does not allow college how? You're beating Mom, son. Youth with a married person is much different."
"Yes. Manda knows, Buk. If only my husband would not allow college. Means Manda must obey her husband, so the housewife is good too, Buk."
Mom even looked at me sharply. Either he was upset or angry at me. Or maybe, mom's tired of fighting me. "It's up to you then. If you've told me this. Yeah, what else to say."
Not only did I answer, my mother left me to come in. That was how bad he was to me. Mom seemed lazy to talk to me. Though I was his son.
Rather than thinking about it, I'd better take a walk. I haven't seen the mood of my hometown in a long time. Although I often go home, I never come here. At least stay at home all I can.
When going to step foot, I remember with a bicycle that I often use when I was in school. I tried to ask my mother where she put my favorite bike.
"Mother ... Mom ...!" call me in a high voice.
"What's wrong?" mom came out of the kitchen and answered me.
"mmmmmmm. Manda's bike is often not used first where yes, Buk?"
"Why are you looking for a bike?" mom asked back again. The edges must be a long question. Just look at it later.
"Where are you going?"
"Come, Buk. Want to go for a walk," I answered again began to scratch the head that is not gatel.
"Where to go?"
"Oh God, Buk. Manda must clearly go where."
"Yes should. If you're missing, I want to find you where. If someone suddenly comes to you? Where should I go? Cook Mom should ask everyone later, whether you see anything. All your neighbors should ask, right??"
"You're just walking around here, Buk. Not far!"
"If you want to wear it, yes, use it there. But, the tires deflated. You need to fill the wind. But, it looks like the tires are leaking anyway. I guess."
Heh. I could be stressed for a long time if I asked my mom to talk. I told you earlier. He would have been long. Fortunately, mother, if not mother, I snapped. Might as well. How not upset right, the same mother herself must often argue that way. At least I can be grateful so far rarely met mother. Not fighting every day.
If you do not work, keep it at home. Maybe, for a long time my head can break the dizziness kept mother hadepin.
Unfortunately, the same mother. I must have loved him too. Heaven under my feet! who gave birth and raised me to this size.
Then I went out to look for a bicycle that was placed in the backyard. When I went to the backyard, I saw a dull bike and it started to rust.
Since the end of school, never again whose name I saw let alone touch my favorite bike. I have no idea why he never took care of my bike.
But I understand it too. I'm too busy to handle things like this. Not to mention he often went to the rice fields also to become a farm worker. Kasian.
Than I have to daydream to see my bike. I'd better walk, just think of it as a sport.
It was good to walk too. I met a lot of neighbors. Even though I'm actually the most lazy in asking this.
As I continued walking again without knowing the direction and purpose. I met a friend in high school.
"Manda!" greet the Kejora as he stops my steps.
"Eh. The horror."
"How are you, Manda?"
"Alhamdulillah, fine." I just noticed that the cornea is holding a baby. "Who are you carrying?"
"Ooh. This is my son, Manda."
"Huh?! Your child?"
"Yes. Why?"
"When are you getting married? how come you suddenly have a child?" I still have a shocked face.
"After I passed one month I got married. Don't you know your mom?"
"No." God, I didn't expect any of my friends to be married and have kids. All this time I never told her that Kejora was married.
When we were in school we used to play together and do PR together too. I didn't know that Kejora was already a mother. If I get married tomorrow, I'll have a baby like Kejora. By the way\-by the baby, baby Kejora turns out to be cute too. So gemes.
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