Black Room

It was a sad Saturday

Wood will turn to ash when playing with fire.

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A sad Saturday in late September. I went to school with a chatter breakfast and my angry mother found eight packets of marijuana in my wardrobe. The marijuana is a password that he put to me yesterday afternoon. However, it would be free to explain to the mother who had known about me for a long time as a human being in the dark.

Well, this is the second time I've found marijuana in my room. Two years ago, my mom found a linting marijuana still wrapped in cigarette tin in my pants pocket. And I just calm my mom's anger by promising not to repeat. But, this morning my mother was furious after finding eight packets of marijuana when she was about to crack the cloth that had been ironed in my closet.

"Fisher....Oi.. Dikannn..." Wake my mother by shaking my legs.

"What's more" My heart poked because my mother woke me up again. I told you that I went to school at nine o'clock.

"Explain what this is" said the mother angrily by throwing marijuana wrapped in black plastic right in front of my face. "You're never afraid of my advice" said the mother.

I looked up at my open closet. I can't believe what I found. Shit, I'm gonna get kicked out of the house again. Gumanku's.

"For what is this much illicit stuff you keep? Where'd you get it?" Shouted the mother who was still standing with a face full of anger.

I saw the contents in black plastic. There are still eight packs with a pack of marijuana that has been scattered by a tear of the mother who is curious about its contents. I closed the plastic with a bond at both ends. This is not mine.

"What's selling this to you at school?" Mother said by forcefully taking plastic from my hand. "Are you learning to be a marijuana dealer?" Follow the mother who managed to take the plastic from my right hand.

"That's not mine"

"You're still lying to me" said the unbelieving mother, "You're still creating sin by lying to me. Who taught you this?" Connect the mother with teary eyes.

"That's not kikan ma'am's. It had a friend yesterday afternoon he was nitip" I said to weld mother to return marijuana to my hand.

"Yes friend. Some of the pay you get from your friends in this business?"

"kikan don't know, it's not got dikan. That's..."

"Who?" Cut off mom "Pram?" Mother's denial accuses.

"Not" I snorted. Mom always blames pram whenever she finds out that I'm human in the dark. "His password. His house is covered in ampalu"

"Oh, how do you know him so easily that he entrusts this to you?" I'm glad you don't believe it.

"He's my schoolmate. Yesterday before keseilokek he left it. And he will take it back" I replied.

Mother looked at me with a gnash of her jaw holding her anger. His teary eyes held back the pain of anger within him. I was so scared to face my mother.

"Stupid. What if he calls the cops, and he conspires with the cops to set you up. Then you're locked up for this ill-gotten thing" said the mother.

"He's my best friend Mom. Where could he be"

"You'll never be able to be counseled" Denied the angry mother of the porch walking away from me in the room. I was silent in the room. How I admit it to kesandi.

"I've failed to raise you" cried the mother from outside the room. "It's a shame I got a kid. What was my karma in the past" Rutuk mother.

I'm just mute. I'm starting to regret myself. Why did I hide that marijuana? My fear of mother made me feel angry at myself. But I can only walk away with all the guilt.

"Daarrrr" Door sounds. She closed the door of her room hard.

I went out and stood in front of my mother's door. "Mom. It's not kikan ma'am's. It had friends. He'll take it again ma'am" I said still.

No response from mom. Just sounding silent without movement in the room. "Mom, give it back"

"No" cried mother. Then she opened the door to her room. "This is your pocket money for school. Said mom putting money on the guest table. "If it's true that this has your friend, tell him to come and pick him up" said the mother and closed the door to her room loudly.

"Where might he dare to face mother" said my "Come on, it's not kikan's" I begged.

Mom just shut up. I'm still standing at the door. The mood was silent for a moment.

"Mom.."

"Taarrrr" The sound of the door ringing loudly shocked me. "I said no yes no" Shouted mom loudly "From later on I can kill you"

"But ma'am."

"Tarrrrrr" The sound of the door was loud again. I don't know what mom threw at me that made such a loud noise. I walked into my room feeling guilty pressing on myself. How do I say it to the password?

This morning I went to school not with Annisa. I deliberately left school quite noon because today is the schedule of the semi-final tournament futsal. My arrival on the pitch was greeted with great joy at the success of us who qualified for the semi-finals.

"Let's get revenge. Now it's our turn to qualify for the final" Sentence for the spirit burner. My school met with Sma Nine in the semifinals. A year ago criticized by the Indonesian Student League, Sma Nine had defeated my school in the semifinals. And today became a place to take revenge.

The semifinal party pitted my school against Sma Nine and SMK 5 against Sma seven. The first match pitted my school against Sma Nine. The match continued until I momentarily forgot my troubles as a human being in the dark.

A long whistle sounded as a sign that the match was over. My school won 4-2 and was entitled to qualify for the final against the winner between SMK 5 and SMA Tujuh. We walked out gorging with cheers all the way to school.

Me and my other friends sat down for a moment to let go of the tired dikantin tek rida. I ordered ice tea. While the final party will be held after the Zuhur prayer. There are still four hours to rest. I remember the cipher. I called him to tell him the bad news I had this morning.

"Yes dikan" Sapa's across there.

"San, where are you?" My toot.

"At school with dori. Why dikan?"

"San, the cimeng who caught my mother" I said guiltily.

"Can't you?"

"How do you want to?" ask sandi.

"Where how?"

"Yes you're not kicked out of the house anymore, are you?"

"No really. But I was angry"

"Thank God" Sahut password "The problem of cimeng that is not to be thought of" he said.

I felt relieved after the password said that. At least I do not have to replace the cimeng one package is 50 thousand, if eight packages means a total of 400 thousand. At the very least, my problems were lessened by just facing my mother's anger.

Mammy? What are you facing a mother like? Or how you respond to his anger, when you seem to be cornered with guilt. In reality, you are the suspect to be tried.

I was really scared to face my mom. Moreover, I had a mistake that made my mother's anger inflamed. And mother's anger, it was just words of advice like an untitled lecture. But mother's words were always sharp stabbing and pressing on me. But one thing I understand, mother's anger is the sense that she cares for me. And I have failed his sincerity by condemning me as a disobedient child.

I did grow up with mischief. My childhood was filled with criminals. First class smp time. I've been caught stealing a class treasurer's money for a million. I bought half the money in the remote cars I craved.

"Where did you spend that much money?" Ask the mother who questions the one million I stole only 700 hundred in a day.

"Kikan buy a remote car" Sahutku was forced to answer because mother urged me.

And mother only advises with words. "Mom doesn't forbid you to want anything. Forgive me for not being able to comply with your wishes. But you can't take someone else's rights even if you're desperate"

I just shut up and listen. What else can I do besides that.

"Don't get used to stealing said the mother. Control yourself. Occasionally fight your passions so that you survive. Not everything you want comes true" Mother's advice ends the talk untitled.

Mother's anger like that is just proof that she loves me. Since then I have not stolen. Besides being afraid of making you angry, what you say is true. And mom was right. While I am the guilty one. But I don't like you blaming my friends for all my mischief.

Smp time, my mischief is indeed amazing. Is a sister, who became my lover during the cf. My sister and I never took part in ceremonies, or cults. Worse yet. We infiltrated an empty classroom, and stole money in junior bags. Hahahaha, I am bad. But worse, when we don't steal at school. My sister and I also stole gota, chocolate coffee, and rice that could make money. At that time, I blamed my sister. It was my brother who made me steal. In reality, I was the one who persuaded my sister to steal. I'm the mastermind who brought my sister to skip school and steal.

And this morning, I blamed pram for me falling in love with a slump in the black world. Mom forbade me to be friends with pram. Should I stay away from pram?

"Bg" shouted someone without an address.

"Bikan" The voice simultaneously unpretentious disperse my reverie.

"Ah what" I said in shock.

"Dreamy" Cetus dapit chuckled.

"School yuk, rest in the mushola" said ripo.

I walked without a ripo. Dimushola my head was cold, my eyes were cold, and I fell asleep.

****

After praying zuhur. After praying with buk eni pesma as the representative of the curriculum told that the school futsal team qualified for the final party in celebration of 43 years of codim. Students are allowed to return home after leaving the mosque.

The futsal team still lives dimushola with buk eni pesma, pak angga, and bg wanda as a guide. We ate the pudding before the match; there were oranges, bananas, and fried duck eggs.

"Oh yes, if you are champions there is a bonus for you" said buk eni pesma motivates.

In the final we met Sma Tujuh who beat SMK 5 with a score of 3-1. In High School seven there is a yanda-yandi that is indeed called great LPI, from smp to SMA, yanda-yandi twins are stars that are recognized by many people.

The afternoon match was tough. Gor montela was crowded with spectators. Adorned with my school supporters and the citizens of the field sibusuk. The first 15 minutes of the score draw 1-1. And the second half of my school lost 3-1.

At the closing ceremony, Sma Tujuh came out as the winner with a trophy prize of + coaching money of one million. And my school is entitled to a grant of seven hundred and fifty thousand. While the best and top score players get a charter award and coaching money of three hundred thousand. Yandi and I went forward as award recipients.

Upon returning home, diverted PGA I met a bojek who rushed with his motorbike. Bojek stopped and approached me at the PGA.

"Noval and Bento" caught by police, bojek panicked.

"Well yes" I was shocked "When?"

"So before zuhur"

"Where?"

"Dimuaro kalaban"

"Where are dodi and ipan?"

"Bg dodi at home, ipan has run away"

Bojek passed because he rushed. I called dori many times but was not picked up. Then I called the password. Dering fifth lifted.

"Hello san" Sapaku panicked. "Where?" my many.

"The same house dodi"

I immediately drove my motor down the path of the patuatan to get to the passcode house. I freaked out. Noval and Bento are my friends in a circle of humans in the dark. I know noval and bento from ipan. Ipanlah who introduced marijuana and shabu to noval and bento. And now noval and bento are caught by the shabu case with evidence of one gram of shabu ownership.

After half an hour or so the journey I arrived at the password residence in nagari tanjung ampalu. I parked my bike in the password house. Password house is quite spacious with one level. There is also baggage for his avanza stored.

I was surprised when there was an ipan in the password house. Ipan could still laugh when he saw me. "Don't panic. Isn't that part of the risk? Wood will become ash when playing with fire" said ipan.

Ipan will not return home for a period of time that he will never be able to confirm. His name is being made the number one fugitive by the police. Ipan still carries two grams of shabu and the rest of the odd pack. We choose to suck than we throw away. That day we chose fun at the password house.