Black Room

It was a sad Saturday

As best as man lives life. Sadness and misfortune are terrors that cannot be denied or avoided.

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A sad Saturday in late September. I woke up in the morning with a chatter breakfast and the anger of my mother who found eight packets of marijuana in my closet. 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.

"Explain what this is" said the mother by throwing black plastic right on my face. "You are never afraid of my advice" I said.

I looked up at my open closet. I can't believe what I found. Damn, the drowsiness was instantly lost by the reality this morning.

"What's this much illegal stuff you keep?" Ask the mother who is 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.

"Ohhh, I think, you buy new clothes and pants every month. What is this shirt you bought with illegal money" said the mother by throwing the clothes she just rubbed on me.

"Mom, it's got a friend" I said.

take the plastic out of 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" Sahut yelled back at mom. Even though I was scared because I was wrong. Surprisingly my tone kept rising.

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

"Not" I snorted. I've always blamed the pram bang for the past year. Mom thinks like that, because I'm so close to bang pram. And it's my fear that makes people suspicious. Pram is an ex-convict. Of course people would easily label me as a human being in the dark because I hang out with ex-convicts.

"His password. His house is covered in ampalu"

"Some of the wages you get from your friends in this business?"

"kikan don't know, it's not kikan's. That's..." I said a little scream.

Mom was silent for a moment. Staring at me with anger. Since childhood. I'm always afraid of my mother's anger if I'm wrong. I just lowered my head in fear. And mom took the plastic from my hand.

"How can you know anyone that far so he can easily trust you?"  Said mom in disbelief.

"He's my schoolmate. Yesterday before he left, he left it. And he'll take it back"

"You're still lying to me" said the mother, still not believing "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 nitiping" I said to weld for mom to believe. I won't be able to see my mother cry. Loved her. I would feel guilty seeing her cry.

Mother looked at me with a gnash of her jaw holding her anger. His teary eyes held back his pain harboring anger within him. I was so scared to face my mother. Moreover, I was caught off guard with a very serious mistake.

"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. The marijuana was taken by my mother.

"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.

"Daarrr"

I was surprised by the loud noise. Mom slammed the door of her room hard. I went out and stood in front of my mother's door. I wish Mom would give it back, because it's not mine.

"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"

The door to the room is open. I didn't lock the door to her room. Mom is sitting on the bed. The hair that was neat was already tangled.

"No" cried mother.

I closed the door back. Mom crying? I won't be able to ask mom for that pot. Especially at this time, I will only make my mother's emotions explode even more if I keep asking for it. I sat in the living room feeling guilty for my mother and password.

"Here's your pocket money for school" Mom came out of her room and put the money on the guest table. "If it's true that this has your friend, tell him to come to pick him up" said the mother.

"Mom.."

Mom locked the door to her room. Wherever possible cipher would dare to ask mother. I kept whining for my mom to give it back to me.

"Taarrrr" The sound of the door ringing loudly shocked me.

"I said no yes no" cried the mother loudly "Go to school or you can kill" said the mother.

"Tarrrrrr" The sound of the door rang loudly again.

I stared at the door of my mother's room. I don't know what mom threw at me that made such a loud noise. "I sent you to be smart and to be righteous. I sent him not to be a marijuana dealer" complained the mother from inside the room.

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 went to school a little afternoon 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"

The sentence became our spirit burner when gathered dikantin tek rida. My school met with Seminary High School in the semifinals. A year ago criticized by the Indonesian Student League, SMA Sembilan also defeated my school in the semifinals. And today is the place for us to take revenge. The semifinal party brought my school together with SMA Sembilan, while SMK Lima against SMA seven. Group A winners will be cross-crossed with runner up grub B. We walked with great enthusiasm and confidence.

The first match pitted my school against Sembilan High School. The match continued until I momentarily forgot my problems at home. The first half ended with a two-empty lead for my school. We controlled the game from the beginning. Ripo and fandi recorded their names on the scoreboard. Among the invited school delapam, only my school and Seventh High School are favorites for champions. We have a futsall excoll every Saturday morning. Montela is our training ground.

The second round match started again. We controlled the game. I managed to score after receiving the ball throwing up from fandi's hard kick. Winning three empty we started to play relaxed until the gap of two goals from SMA Sembilan. But I recorded my name back on the score board before the long whistle sounded. My school finally won 4-2 and was entitled to qualify for the final against the winner between SMK Lima 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 later. There are still four hours to rest. I remember the cipher. I called him to tell him the bad news I had this morning.

"PING" I've been holding my broom a few times.

"San, where are you?"

"Again at school. Why?"

"San, the cimeng who recently caught the same mother"

"Can't you?"

"I put cimeng in the closet kemaren. And mom found it when she wanted to put the ironed shirt on"

"Well, how do you keep going? Not kicked out of the house again, right?"

"No really. But what is your cimeng?"

"Thank God" Sahut password "The problem of cimeng kangkep is not to be thought of"

"Mom wants to give it back. But tell him who has the mintak. You dare, right?"

"Ngacock. Never mind. Don't think about it" said the password.

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 disappointed his sincerity by condemning myself as a disobedient child.

I did grow up with mischief. My childhood was filled with criminals. First class smp time. My friend and I were caught stealing the class treasurer's money when all the students and teachers were on the field. Me and my classmates crawled from local to local by browsing the contents of each student's bag. We got two million out of the four locales we searched. 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"

"Don't get used to stealing. Control yourself from now on. As a child, you dared to steal. Hhh I'm so worried that you're going to be like that later"

I just kept quiet. What else can I do when I'm proven guilty. My friend and I ended up replacing the money we stole. And the school still forgave us by not taking us out of the school.

"Once you fight your passions so you can be safe. Don't you have any shame? Realize you're stealing other people's money to make yourself happy. I know you want those cars. But not everything you want has to come true. That's where you have to learn patience" 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 to make my mom angry. The shame of being caught stealing makes me reluctant to go back to stealing.

Smp time, my mischief is indeed amazing. Aditya who became my best friend during smp. My sister and I rarely attend ceremonies, or cults. Worse yet. We infiltrated an empty classroom, and stole money in a senior bag. Hahahaha, all the disciples follow the ceremony and cult, we steal from local to local. We are severe.

But one thing I realized. None of that happened because we didn't want to steal. But because of sheer pity and finding an opportunity. I'm freaking out someone's bag. My goal is only to find the penah, but I get the money. Since then we began to become a habit of unpacking bags every Monday and Friday morning. Worse still, we don't steal at school. Aditya and I also learned to steal outside the school environment. Rubber, chocolate coffee, and anything else we could sell for money. But since the trouble at our school, I and Aditya have been happy to steal the country can not stand the shame. At that time, I blamed my sister. It was my brother who made me steal. In fact, I was the one who persuaded Adit to steal. I'm the mastermind who brought Adit to skip school and steal. But my mother kept defending me by making Aditya a scapegoat.

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?

"Bikan" The voice simultaneously unpretentious disperse my reverie.

"Ah what" I said in shock.

"Dreamy" Cetus dapit chuckled.

Some people in the front desk laughed.

"Yuk school, break in the mushola"

I walked with the futsal team into the school environment. Dimushola my head was cool, my eyes were cold, and I was asleep for a few hours.