Animal Sacrifice For Mother
7. Really, I'm Not Sorry
“If you have prayed this way will be good.”
“Your answer was torn!”
Doni said half-assively. He sat next to Rahman, tying his shoelaces. Rahman's surprised. Sculpting. Why did it reach the sefatal?
“Come. Don't just shut up.”
Rahman. I can't believe what my best friend just said. If Doni lied, why is he so serious? And how could Rahman's answer sheet be torn?
Doni gropes Rahman rushing to leave the campus mosque to the Muttaqillah pak room. He did not care about his dirty shoes because he walked through the remaining puddles of rain. The former shoes were clearly engraved on the white ceramic floor, as if to follow them wherever they went. All the stairs are witnesses to their struggle. Especially Rahman, although at this time he does not fully believe in the words of Doni.
“Excuse me, sir.”
Pak Muttaqillah let Rahman in. Doni nodded slowly, trying to convince his best friend. Rahman. Slowly in. Doni waited outside.
Not even Rahman had time to sit down, Muttaqillah sir had been staring cynically. Rahman. Swallow.
“Hmm, erg. I'm just confirming the truth of the news I just received, sir. About my answer sheet.”
“Your answer has been torn. That's punishment for anyone who dares to be insolent with me. You don't accept?”
Without guilt, the killer cut off Rahman's explanation. Then continue the activity of checking the piles of paper on the table. Looks like the killer lecturer is looking for something.
“But why sir?”
“You didn't hear my words? That's punishment for anyone who dares to be insolent with me. You understand?!”
Muttaqillah sir stopped his search. He looks very angry. His right hand slapped the table. Perhaps because what is being sought has not been found. Plus Rahman came to dispel the focus.
Rahman's surprised. For the umpteenth time he gulped. Doni heard a voice from outside. And spontaneously put his face on the windowpanes to find out what was going on inside Mr. Muttaqillah's room.
“I can't answer the rest of the problem, sir. And I chose to leave the classroom instead of having to wait for the exam time to end.”
Rahman's lying. Pak Muttaqillah knows, Rahman is not a stupid student. He recalled the moment Rahman asked for permission to leave the classroom for a moment to pray.
Rahman could have solved all the numbers, just got out. Not in that way. But that's how Rahman, any work will be abandoned in order to quickly perform prayers.
“I'm muslim, sir. And my religion teaches to hasten to pray.”
“In that room it's not just you who's Muslim!”
Rahman's turn said firmly. He pointed at his chest. Mr. Muttaqillah fell silent. Doni was still trying to peek out from behind the window.
“Father should know better than me!” Rahman continued his explanation. Turned. Then out of the room Muttaqillah sir. The killer lecturer really did not believe what had just happened.
Doni saw his best friend come out. He wondered, what is really going on? But at this time, the most important thing was to catch up with his best friend who was walking a little in a hurry.
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Black and white butterflies were flying around me
Seeing her dance, my heart was broken
A pair of pigeons were making out behind the clouds
Then he went down to swoop
Give thanks to Him
Arif's cell phone is ringing. No shaking. His voice was heard from inside his favorite guitar bag. Instantly asked Inaq to answer the call. Brother Arif guessed, must be from Rahman.
“Waalaikumsalam. Oh, this is Inaq with brother Arif in the river. He's picking kale. Inaq and Arif are fine. Its alright. Where are you going on vacation? Yes already. Later Inaq convey.”
Arif's guess is right. Rahman called from the dorm. He asked about the whereabouts of brother Arif, as well as their news, and asked permission to Inaq and brother Arif not to go straight home. Because, Doni invited him to enjoy a semester hike vacation together.
After getting permission from Inaq, Rahman put his phone on the bed of the dorm.
Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen seconds. Silent.
“The problem was?”
Doni. He was still worried about his best friend. The value of one course is very influential on the achievement of SKS (Semester Credit Unit) for the next semester.
“Already, Don. I'm sure God keeps something much better behind it. Really, I have no regrets.”
Rahman patted Doni's shoulder gently. Smilingly. Doni smiled back. In his heart he was proud to have a friend like Rahman.
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