Black Room

Country folk

Some people can only talk about the ugliness of others and forget to guard themselves from sin. Most people can only examine the mistakes of others and forget to improve themselves

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Not all stories we can believe. That doesn't mean someone lied to us. But it could be that what he told was exaggerated and not in accordance with the actual events. Or someone may have misreacted to a news story. Do we not judge things from our own point of view? Therefore, we cannot simply believe and share the news as if we believe that is the real event.

We cannot fully believe in slanting word of mouth. And we also can't fully say the news is hoak. When we do not know the true truth. Yeah, point. Do not spread the word when we doubt the truth.

Maybe that's what he called a gibah. Talk about the ugliness of others and forget to guard yourself from sin. We seem to forget that talking about and looking for the ugliness of others is a great sin that is forbidden. Buk ade fadila once said that in the Quran and hadith lessons; Gibah (examining others) is the same thing as we eat the carcass of our own brother. Like a carcass, a dead person has no idea who ate the meat. This is the same as the living person also does not know who is gossiping himself. Therefore the gibah is an illicit conversation that we should stay away from. Dogging is the same thing as eating carrion. Of course, we feel disgusted to do so"

Shooting like it has become a habit in our daily lives. We are used to consuming someone's slanted talk as daily news. Sharing a word of mouth story by discussing the ugliness of a person. We seem not to care about what we say and we know it will be a prejudice that can invite sin. We prefer to blaspheme, revile the mistakes of others rather than learn for our own good. Ah, maybe because this is a village, the hoak news is more interesting to tell.

I really feel judged. When my mom told me about the neighbors and the neighborhood, I was the one who made the stingray go wild and naughty. Pari was forbidden to be friends with me. It is the pariah that invites me to have fun.

Aulia Pari. My best friend from High School. I was so close to pari. At home and at school, we were always together. At school we were separated by local, pari was a senior one year above me. I was unemployed a year after finishing smp. Find a smart kid at school. He was always a champion in three semesters. Pari's mother and pari's father were both teachers. Done with the money to ask me to be rich. Karoeke and drunk every night.

And that was the story of one year ago. Now the same thing happens. Suddenly, news of divorced mothers and fathers circulated among the community. I don't know where the fake news can come from. My mom and dad are not divorced. I said the news was circulating because my father did not come home after two months. But I was surprised by the mothers who like to use the grocery store.

"His name is also human, it can only talk about the ugliness of others and forget to guard themselves from sin. We can review and blame others but forget to improve" said the mother calmly.

"But what good is it for them to talk about the disgrace of others?" Ask wonder.

"Yes his name is also a village. Higher social jealousy. People who buy new cars, we who heat ourselves see people have cars. Someone else has a problem, we're busy taking care of" that's it. You don't have to think. You just focus on learning"

In the end, I tried to understand the view that makes humans different. We cannot force the same thing from a different point of view. And I began to understand, sometimes one would rather dictate before understanding further, concluding before delving deeper into the soul. Then comment with the dropping opinions.

Like the story of the mother who said that the neighbors around the house gossiped mother da. Mothers feel judged when people ask if mother and father return. In fact, my mother never told anyone about my father. But why can people tell that mom and dad are divorced. People think and think like that because you have come home from his escape.

Yes, you've been home after months of her disappearance from her escape. Two days ago, my father came home. As usual, he came home from his escape. Mother and father will return to talking familiarly as if there were no problems before. Bizarrely.

"So, where are you going, ma'am?" I asked at the dinner table.

"Get out earlier" said the mother who walked out of her room "Oh yes, this is your stuff" said the mother by giving black plastic. Marijuana. Mommy returned? I took it agile. My feelings are very happy.

"Why did mom give it back" I asked in wonder.

"It won't work to make you stop sucking" said the mother "Free, if you're alone there's no intention to stop"

"Mom"

"Mom's job is just to remind. If you don't want to hear the word mom it doesn't matter. But you must be ready to bear all the risks" Mother's eyes glazed over

"Mom, kikan."

"Don't talk promise" Cut mom "Mom doesn't want you to lie anymore just because she's afraid you're angry"

"But ma'am"

"Mother seriously. Return the item if it is not yours. But I'm pretty sure it's yours" said the mother.

"Not ah" Denied me "this is my friend" I assure you.

Mom looked over and smiled a little. Pout.

I'm moved. I felt like I wanted to change and wanted to stop being human in the dark. But I understand that wanting to quit today is not a true belief in the heart.

"Mom, kikan's gonna change for mom"

"Son, change for yourself. Because your life is your own responsibility"

I was busy cooking in the kitchen. I contacted my password via BBM. Want to return the goods.

"Sandi, his cimeng has been returned by his mother. Tomorrow the cave brings it to school. You go to school" I wrote at the mesengger.

"Save it first. The market is hot. I don't want to get into trouble just because of that cimeng" Reply to the password.

"Keep how. If I keep it, it'll be out later"

"Sir papa. Take it for you. I'm sick of living like this"

"Thyak?"

"I want to stop, right"

I was confused by the coded message that suddenly wanted to stop being human in the dark. Does he have problems with his mother?

"Bang dedek's house was killed by the police. But bang dedek managed to escape kebogor" Password message.

Bang dedek also escaped? Will I be the target of the police after this? I was so scared when my mind started imagining it happening to me.

"Pure. Everything's under control. No one knows about you. I stopped just because I didn't want to be like ipan and bang grandpa"

The cipher message didn't work to get those evil thoughts out of my head. Ipan and bang dedek get marijuana from me. Of course I'm the next target of the police. I feel tormented by my own thoughts.

"Ah, super paranoid" I muttered. Stop thinking about the fear that has not happened. That was excruciating.

Suddenly I was so brave at the risk I had to bear. I also resigned if the police were to target me and put me in jail. I put marijuana under my bed. I lay my tired body on the bed.

The sound of the motor was heard stopping from entering the grounds. Sired. His voice was heard talking to his mother. I am still busy with my thoughts. Until I realized I was asleep.

I don't know how long I slept before I woke up. The blue sky started to darken outside the window. I closed my bedroom window. Mom and Dad were waiting at the table for dinner.

At the dining table. My mom and dad were arguing over their responsibilities at my school. I was in third grade, and mom told me as good news at the dinner table.

"Dikan bertaar again want to pass" said the mother who filled the plate with rice for the father.

"Good" Greet the father cheerfully, with his wild eyes looking at the side dish. Mom cooks cob fish with mixed tofu, plus the pleasure of vegetable toge. My favorite menu.

"I'm again dizzy with the graduation fees dikan, definitely need a lot of money" complained the mother. There are still eight months left I'm graduating. But it's mother's mind now.

"I now join wood disomel imang (His brother father), doain just smoothly" said the father

Mom just shut up. From the look on her face I could see that she harbored what she wanted to say. But I chose to be quiet. It looks tight when he breathes. There was a pain that my mother had inflicted on me.

What you said on the desk was just nonsense. I know that was just my reason for calming him today. However, after his day later must be the mother who paid him alone. Mother seemed to hold back anger with the attitude of the father who seemed not to want to know with the family. All her duties were taken over by her mother.

Dinner is over. He burned his cigarette to calm his stomach which had just been filled. While the mother was busy cleaning up the leftovers on the table. I walked and locked myself in my room. Just like my father, I also smoke after eating.

From inside the room, sayup-sayup tendengar quarrel father and mother. I don't know what other problems they're having. They chided each other with harsh words of contempt. I heard mom crying and also the sound of broken plates being accidentally broken.

"Just kill me, so you'll feel good" Mother's cry sounded bitter. I heard her roar. This is not the first time they have fought. I took the marijuana I had kept under the bed. Yes, only marijuana is able to calm me from the anger that was born from their quarrel.

Frenetic noise continued to be heard in their quarrel. The sound of the plate being broken kept bouncing on my ears. I was silent mute. I burned my ear. It felt rather calm as thick smoke blistered from my mouth. How can I stop to suck it. If at a time like this only he is able to be my opponent. Gumanku's.

I turned on the music, and covered my ears with a handshet. I was overwhelmed by the music and the feeling that was lurking.