A DEEP WOUND

Session

A sunny morning where I helped my mother to make fried foods and cakes that would be sold around.

After everything is. Mom invited me to sell around.

“Today. We just go around the sale,” said my mother told me.

“Iya. From the first ‘kan, Mother is always selling around.” I looked at mom.

“Usually if it is not a holiday, Mother nitip sales at school also.”

“Since when did Mom trade at school?” I asked my mother who was cutting bananas.

“Then you go to school in pesantrenan. And Mom was trading at some school. Including the school where you used to high school as well.” While the mother put the banana into the dough that has been made.

“Kok, Mommy never told me?” ask me again, by taking a cabbage that will be cut. “Mother, how it works. I haven't made any cake yet, haven't made any fritters either. It must be exhausting, Buk.”

“You take it easy, Mom is fine. And I was also helped by Mother Ifa. So ... you don't have to worry about Mom getting tired or sick.” Mom started frying, smiling at me every now and then.

Many times I feel sorry for Mom who has to work hard to make money. Not to mention that mom has to pay for my school.

If I could be honest, I'd love to make her happy. We never know God's plan for every servant. But, hopefully later I can be a successful person in order to make mom happy.

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Simple room, small size. And I feel comfortable every time I lay down on my bed. However, tonight the clock shows still at 8 more. Only solitude accompanies me when I study.

With focus I read the book I learned. Concentration in reading books also faded. When the sound of the phone's ringing bothers me. Then I got up from my seat to pick up the phone that was on my pillow.

I saw the number was unknown. At first I hesitated to answer, but not to be curious. I also answered the phone of an unknown person.

“Hallo, Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullohi wabarokatuh,” replied male voice. I seem to know that voice.

“Sorry, who is this?” many doubt.

“Who, hayokk?”

I just fell silent thinking of a familiar voice for me to hear.

“It's Aris, Manda.”

“Aris ...? Meaning Ustaz Aris?” ask me again with worry.

“Iya.”

The nervous feeling began to feel when I had to hear the voice of ustaz Aris who suddenly called. I don't know where he found out my number. Why do you think Aris knows? Am I really confused??

“Kok Ustaz can know hape number ana?” many nervous.

“Ana same time anti. Anti-angry, huh? If you know the phone number.”

“No, Ustaz. Ana is not angry, just want her name from where antum tau hape number ana.” I started biting my fingers, sitting on my bed.

“Ana got anti number from ...? from friends anti.”

“Friend? mean, Ustaz. Salsa?”

“Iya. Salsa,” reply ustaz Aris again.

As I recall, Salsa did ask for a phone number.

Is it possible, Salsa was told by ustaz Aris to ask for my number.

“Hallo, Manda. Why anti silence,” scolds ustaz Aris broke my reverie.

“Hmmm no, Ustaz. Just we don't know what to say antum.” I started to go back and forth in my room. “Oya, antum no need what, Ustaz. Tumben-tumbenan call.”

“Sudden longing comes, so ana calls anti. Don't know why ana's mind feels can't walk normally because it misses anti and appetite just no.”

“Mmm ... Ustaz what is it?” ask me with a nervous voice.

“Again phone anti."

“Heee ... Yes ana tau, Ustaz. Mean ana besides, antum is what?”

“Nothing, just sit around on the front porch. Oya, ana wants to ask again about the question of time at home anti. What is anti?” answer

“Question where mean, Ustaz.” I feel like diverting the conversation from Ustaz Aris's question again.

“Question ...? if you are anti-marriage.would not?”

I fell silent again for the umpteenth time. And if I can, I'd like to hang up from ustaz Aris as soon as possible. What kind of question is this? I was confused as to what to answer. I never thought that this soon I would ask Aris to get married.

“Manda ... eat first, Nak.” My mother's voice called me. I quickly took advantage of my mother's call to avoid Ustaz Aris's question.

“Ustaz. Afwan, yes, ana called the same mother to go out to eat, Assalamu’alaikum ..” I quickly disconnected the phone.

Everything was prepared by my mother. My nose was also presented. As usual, we sat in the kitchen to eat together.

And this night it happened again. Since school in pesantrenan, togetherness with mother is now repeated. On the other hand, I was confused as to why I should be reunited with ustaz Aris. And why is he talking about marriage so soon.

Married young?actually there is no harm, but it would be better if married after all what I aspire to materialize.

“Manda. Manda ..!” scold Mom in a little loud voice.

“Eehh, yes, Buk.” I was shocked by Mother's reprimand.

“Why you? Why is the rice not eaten. You got a problem?”

“No, Buk. Manda no why-why, this Manda eat.” I began to slowly put the rice in my mouth.

O Allah .. If I am told to be honest, I like ustaz Aris. But ... I'm afraid my love will disappoint me later. I never knew if her parents would accept me if she married him. Was I wrong to have put a taste to my own teacher. Everything just kept coming to my mind.

Next day. When you just finished showering. My phone reads, it says only the number is listed without me knowing who called. Immediately I answered.

“Hallo, Assalamu’alaikum.”

“Hallo, Manda.”

“Yes, who is this?” much

“Haduuhh .. antum this, same friends have forgotten!”

“Salsa. it's Salsa?” ask me again with a smile.

“No!! yes, yes, Manda. Cook ustaz Aris.” Salsa answered again.

“Eeehhhh, Kok Ustaz Aris anyway? Don't mention it again.” I was in a voice of annoyance when I heard that name.

“Indeed, why? Oya, how does the trip antum same Ustaz Aris time in anterin home.”

“What's the point? there's nothing. Ordinary, just anter keep him home.” I with a lazy face discuss ustaz Aris.

“Meanway?? I don't know the same antum story. Oya, Mand. Tomorrow we go to the house of anntum, can not.”

“What! antum want to come here?” ask me with a surprised expression.

“No can, yes. Kok antum surprised to be told you want to go to the antum house,”

“No, Sa. Even ana really antum want to come here, I wait tomorrow.”

“OK, wait for your best friend's arrival. Yes, ana wants to take a shower first. Never call again, Assalamu’alaikum.” Salsa saluted me.

“Wa’alaikumsalam,” I replied again, then turned off my phone.