Black Room

Palau

Don't think long. If you dare not take the risk.

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It is true of the saying that the fruit falls not far from the tree. That the child will inherit the nature of his parents. There will be a likeness that will be the will for a child, which represents the nature of the father or mother. One of those wills is religion and belief in God. A child will definitely follow what his parents teach. Like I believe in Islam.

I was educated and brought up with the teachings of Islam embraced by both my parents. My childhood was decorated with learning to read the Koran and memorizing prayer readings buffeted behind the house. I grew up as a Muslim citizen.

Islam is a religion born to perfect all the previous teachings. The Quran is a complement to the previous books. The Zabur, the Torah, and the gospel are part of the history of Islam in the last book, the Koran. Where the book of Zabur was sent down to the prophet David. Torah to Moses. And the gospel was revealed to the prophet Isa.

Every human being who is Muslim will make the Koran as a guide for his life. However, not all Muslims hold to the Koran. Not all Muslims practice the Koran. Like my father and I who deliberately leave obligations as a Muslim.

"Your Islam is only Islamic ID cards. You believe in islam. But you don't really believe in Islam from the heart. Your faith is just a word. It is a great sin for a Muslim to deliberately abandon his prayers" said the mother one night.

Mother is right. I know that prayer is an obligation for a Muslim. Prayer will be the helper at the end of life in the world. However, my heart is too heavy to carry out all my duties as a Muslim.

"You're a man, son. Later, you will assume greater responsibility. Your wife and children are your responsibility before God. How will the fate of your child and wife later if you can not account for yourself" Mother's message went forth again.

I was again suppressed by my own thoughts. The man is the faith as well as the head of the family that will be the responsibility for the wife on the day of the apocalypse later. I find it hard to get out of the black room. But I calmed myself down by promising that I would change after I got married.

"That's what it means to hold. Men buy women with dowry and the sanctity of a marriage. Through the handshake of a father, by saying kabul you have bought a woman according to the promise of the Koran. We were created in pairs"

Two days ago. At the dinner table, my mother gave me an untitled lecture again. Starting with the story of a mother's little friend who married the nagari lubuak tarok. Dad now lives in his cheating house which is also a tarok lubuak person. The mother's friend told the mother that the father had now become a rubber toke. Maybe the father's affair is the man. The news of the little friend of the mother seeped into a conversation that was not important but very useful for me, later.

Bright sun shines on Monday morning in mid-September. The odd semester exam ended on Saturday. Students roam freely without activity. The members of Osis are busy organizing and arranging events for the final semester race which will be held tomorrow morning. I sat in front of my class. All three of my best friends are busy working on their remedies in the office. I watched people play volleyball and basketball on the field. For a moment, I was busy with my own thoughts.

I haven't smoked marijuana in a week. The password-giving marijuana is over. I plan to stop being human in the dark. But a plan is just a plan when my heart still wants to smoke weed. Like there is something lacking in this life. I don't know, my life doesn't feel perfect without marijuana.

Aldi comes with his sense of regret towards buk rahmi. Aldi chatted about economic remedies that were not accepted buk rahmi. I was just laughing looking at aldi's annoyance. Aldi refocused on books and pens. Repeating all his remedies from the beginning. My blackberry reads BBM sign in.

"Dad your mother split up?" Mutia's message.

It's been over a month that Mutia and I are dating. But Mutia just found out that my parents are divorced. Maybe mutia found out from the poem to the father I shared on twitter. The poem I posted last night.

"Yes. A few months ago they got divorced" I replied.

Mutia was not present at the school during this exam. The last time I met mutia was yesterday after the exam. But tomorrow morning mutia will be back at school. There are three days for me to see mutia as fully as possible before Friday as the day of farewell with all the OT Masters.

"Ohh my God, I'm so poor. I wouldn't even know if you didn't post that poem on Twitter"

Twitter is home to all my complaints. Disappointed, disappointed, and bored. I always vent with words through twitter status. Mutia also used Twitter long before we knew each other. And the courage mutia sent a love letter came after seeing the status of galauku twitter.

"That's it. Don't talk about it anymore. Have you eaten yet?" My reply

I'm not interested in discussing mother and father. In my head right now, it contains wild ideas for how I can smoke pot. But dead-end? I have to be patient until tonight. Regrouped at RGM. And I can't be patient until tonight. My head wants to explode.

"Kantin tek rida yuk" Ajak aldi.

I'm nodding. A good choice. Who knows with a cigarette and canteen tek Rida can change my mood is uncertain. I walk the porch hearing aldi's chatter about buk rahmi. Aldi is still upset with the task of his remedy which must be repeated only because the writing is not neat. Lots of black scribbles on the wrong word in the UH aldi paper. But aldi did not care, he still felt annoyed with buk rahmi.

Canteen tek rida is empty without visitors. Tek Rida laughed when she saw us who were only half an hour back to her canteen. I walked in the back room regardless of tek rida. Aldi ordered two cigarettes and a glass of toenails.

In the back. Aldi watched with a fixed look. It was like he was guessing why I was silent so much today. My head is busy questioning how dori is doing? Is he still a human being in the dark? I never met him after a few months?

"Parting OT teachers on Friday huh? Ask aldi.

Aldi nodded. "Gua kira lo, upset because I did not meet mutia" said aldi.

I looked at aldi congo. "What do you mean?" I don't understand.

"No, the cave is just ngetes. Who knows you are upset because of buk mutia" Sahut aldi chuckled "From earlier you were moody why, what do you think?" Aldi.

Damn it, aldi even felt my anxiety. I copied the aldi drink into an empty glass, asked for half and drank it. Should I be honest with aldi? Saying that I am not upset because of mutia. But because of marijuana.

"Lu last night back again?" Ask aldi.

I'm nodding. "The cave wants to go home. Can you be nando?" My answer.

"Yes, go first. The cave with nando. Nandokan is also a remedy"

"What kind of cave art?"

"There will be no teacher who takes a hiatus today. Go home, do not need to be forced" Ask aldi

"In a moment, finish smoking first" I said.

"Now ajalah" Invite aldi.

"Lu ngusir cave?" Me laughing.

"The first cave yes, still a remedy" Pamit aldi.

I'm nodding. Aldi paid his debt to tek rida. "Your cigarette is already cave payin" cried aldi and passed. I also went home a few minutes later.

After the PGA junction, I drove my motorcycle at moderate speed. Beside the Sumatran causeway, someone shouted my name from across the street. The sandro? He stood in front of his house. He waved his hand to tell me to meet him across the street.

Sandro is a friend of dori and ipan. He also became a man in the dark. I knew him at dori's. Sandro is a tribal cousin with a dori. I haven't seen Sandro in a long time. I didn't even hear from him when he caught noval and bento.

That brown man smiled at me. His body higher than mine was lowered. "How are the guests?" Sandro greeted me with his habit when I came to dori's house.

"I haven't seen you in a long time, young master" I said shaking his hand. I call him 'young master' when sandro calls me 'guest master'

"I'd rather be a home child now" he said. "Black can be scary too. And I don't want to turn that terror deadly. I better stop. Normal life also reconciled" Sandro laughed.

I also laughed "It's better" I said "For what long-minded. If you don't dare to take risks" I replied.

Sandro laughs. "I'd rather be a loser" he said.

I laugh. "Don't think about it. Pray that I will follow you" I said.

"You haven't stopped, have you?" Ask sandro. He's laughing a little. "You're the same as dori. There's no fear" Sandro said.

I laugh. Dori's? "How's that stupid bear doing now?" My toot.

A motor stopped in front of me. The man smiled. I smiled back. I know him, but I don't know his name.

"He's a smart bear now. You see he's at his house. He thinks you've also repented. He misses you" said Sandro and got on the bike. "I'll go fishing first. You meet dori at her house" Sandro passed by the sound of his motorbike moving away.