Bloody Pesantren

Weepy

...Isn't love the best way to get revenge?...

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"Dad, Mother!"

"Dear." My eyes sparkle happily. I immediately ran up to them, hugging and kissing them in turn. Finally, after all these years I looked back and looked at their shady faces.

"Rara, kangen." Father and Mother stared at each other for a moment then looked at me with a smile that I had long missed.

I can no longer hold back happy tears. Staring at their faces after a long time, made my longing feel even more filled the chest.

"Dad is the same Mother is also kangen." I hugged them back. A hug that always makes me feel comfortable and safe.

"Thank you, baby."

"For?" I frowned as Mother said a word of thanks while gently stroking the tip of my head.

"Thank you for everything you've done." I just smiled back at Mother's words, because I didn't understand.

"We're home, huh?" I was about to pull them off, but my efforts were withheld. I looked at them confused, trying to ask for an answer from the look in the eye.

"No, baby, Daddy and Mommy have to go." Now the father replied, making my happiness that had slowly faded. I stared at them.

"Why? Daddy and Mommy don't want to meet Adam and Grandma? A-Adam's been great, Dad, Bun. He wants to talk now. A-or Rara coming with you?"

"You should go back, baby. If you come, who will take care of Adam? Rara want to see Adam alone?" I shook my head strongly. But I don't want to be separated from my parents either.

"Rara wants us to collect kayaks first, now there's Adam. It must be getting worse." My tears are back. Mother rubbed my cheek gently.

"When it's time, we'll get together again. But now, Rara has to go home, because Father and Mother also have to go." They kissed my forehead in turn, gave me their best smile.

I don't want that goodbye to happen again, but there's nothing I can do about it. Mom and Dad were right, I have to go home. Poor Adam, pity Grandma and also....Brainstorm.

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I blinked a few times, The light above me made my newly opened eyes glare.

Me where? Am I still with Mom and Dad? I tried to look around but I couldn't, trying to move my hand was so hard. And finally all I can do is just moan.

My head felt so heavy as I tried to move it. What really happened to my body? The feeling just now I can run to and fro and finally meet with Father and Mother. But right now, just moving my eyeballs is so painful.

I groaned again with the pain, as I forced my eyes even more open.

My right hand felt held by someone. But I can't see exactly who it is.

"Ra, Thank God. You finally realized it too." I know this voice, I know it very well. It's the sound of Inspiration.

Aware? Why me? Oh, my God, yes, why did I forget. I fell off a funeral cliff with Iqlima.

So, my meeting with Mom and Dad, just a dream?

I'm in pain again, and that means I'm still alive? Alhamdulillahot.

"I'll call the doctor first." The footsteps sounded like running. How long have I been lying in this place?

I couldn't take it anymore, I closed my eyes tightly, dived into a dream that felt so much more beautiful than the reality I was currently feeling.

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I stopped moving my hand that was busy plucking stalk after stalk of flowers that were near me, as I felt a fine clap on my right shoulder.

"Malli?" I glanced at that face, still in disbelief. Why is he in this place with me? All I know is that I'm only here.

He smiled in response to my surprise.

"Why are you here?"

"I should have asked like that. Why are you here? It's not time for you here, Ra." I looked confused. Not-time?

"Yourselves, why are you here?"

"This is my place, and you need to get out of here. Go home and one thing you should know, I'm not Malik."

"Why can't I be here? Isn't this a public place? keep on, you mean not Malik, what? You who? "

Silence, no authorization. I look up immediately. But there was no more Malik in front of me. He left, before all my questions he answered.

"Ma." I looked over, it was like Grandma's voice calling my name.

From where I stood, I could see Grandma waving at me. As if asking me to approach him.

With a smile I forgot to put on my face. I ran over to Grandma who was waiting for me at the other end.

"Come, we're back. Enough of the fooling around here." I nodded obediently. Despite the fact that I still want to linger, this place is so beautiful in my opinion. But no matter how beautiful the place is, home is the place to come back.

I slowly stepped on my feet following Grandma's walking steps while hugging me tightly.

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"Ra, let's get up. It's so good to sleep."

"I know you're a sleepy hobby, but now wake up. and go back to sleep!"

"Hem... Though already one week the troublesome tools were removed from Rara's body. But, why hasn't Rara opened her eyes yet."

"But yesterday Ilham said Rara was a weaver."

That series of conversations started to sound by my eardrum. I know their voices. Who else if not Dela, Fitri and Nisa.

"We miss knowing, it's been a month you've not been the same Iqlima in class." There was a clear tone of sadness from Dela's words.

A month? So, I've been in this bed for a month. How's it going with my hip muscles now? I hope they work well when I wake up.

"Same as Iqlima? He made Rara into a gini!" I heard a response from Fitri.

"Yes, Del. You've been made a scapegoat with him."

I tried to reopen my eyelids, and this time it was not the light I caught but the sunlight that broke through the ventilation gap that was beside me.

I feel like there's no more oxygen to help me breathe like the first time I opened my eyes.

I blinked my eyes many times before trying to move the rest of my body.

My eyes fixedly stared at the three people who were now busy arguing. A small smile formed on my face just from seeing them arguing like this.

"Ra, are you conscious?" The voice of Inspiration made the three of them silent, and now they were both staring at me.

"You're rusakin' mood, Ham. I wasn't satisfied I saw them fight." I pretended to be rude.

"Rome!! Aaaa!" The three of them hugged me.

"Eh, Rara's still sick!" Inspiration immediately pulled out their headscarves when she heard me coughing. Because their embrace is very tight.

"Eh, sorry-sorry. Forget it, so happy." Fitri looked at me softly.

"It's okay. The idea is too much." Inspiration seemed to not accept my words. But it seems he did not want to interfere with the meeting between us, as evidenced by him who chose to sit on the sofa while watching TV.

"Don't, you're freaking us out!"

"Ouch!" Nisa pulled my cheek in an agitation.

"Eh, sick. Yea?" I nodded slowly while smiling. Of course not, he just pulled it slowly.

"Well, neither does Inspiration know! Uh!" Fitri pursed her lips.

"I don't know if I'm married!" Ketus.

"Aah!" The three of them looked at me in disbelief.

"Kok, Can?" Compact again.

"Noh, ask yourself."

I laughed in my heart to see the three people by my side now turned to look at Ilham, let Ilham who served their carelessness. Me? Just watch a show they'll be doing soon.

"Shhh...Shhh!!"

"What?" Ilham looked at them confused, of course Ilham was confused from earlier he just focused on staring at the square screen in front of him.

"Don't listen or pretend not to hear?"

"What is this storm?"

"grandmother?" Although it sounds soft, but able to shift the focus of Grandma from the four people.

"Alhamdulillah, Grandma's grandson." Grandma immediately approached me, kissing my forehead gently. I close my eyes to that soft kiss.

"Rara, fine, really, Grandma. Don't be sad about it." Grandma just nodded her head.

"Yes, Rara has to eat, yeah. Ham, you guys should eat too. Grandma brought you food." Dela immediately helped me to lean.

Strange, I feel fine. Not like someone who has fallen off a high cliff.

Speaking of cliffs, didn't I fall with Iqlima? What is the situation like now?

"Del, Iqlima how are you? He's good, right?"

"Ra, why do you still care about him? He almost made you die!"

"He was a human, right? Now who's taking care of him? You guys looking?" I just kept asking, not caring about Fitri who was staring dislike.

"What do you care about, Ra?" Now Nisa answered. "You want him sick, cake, to die even more thankfully!"

"Now, anyway? However Iqlima remains our friend, our friend, our family. Not for one thousand faults of his goodness do we forget." Fitri and Nisa were silent as were the others.

I don't know what got into their heads until I could think like that.

"Whatever bad he is, he's still our friend, and will remain a friend. From his attitude that looks bad in our eyes now, at least it gives us a lesson. So that we don't do such a thing."

The mood remains silent. Maybe they're digesting what I'm saying.

"You know yourself, Iqlima no longer has a mother. And her Dad? You know for yourself what happened to him."

I felt my eyeballs heating up. Considering Iqlima now has almost the same taste as me.

"If it wasn't us who was with him? Keep who? At a time like this, he needs us!"

Grandma rubbed my head slowly.

"Iqlima is in the next room, Ra. He's a wean." Now the inspiration answers.

I don't know if my words might hurt these three people near me right now. But I just want them to realize, this is not entirely Iqlima's fault.

"Finished eating us there, yeah." My voice softened again, followed by a obedient nod from them.