Bloody Pesantren

Finale

Sometimes people only see the bad side that someone has ever done, without them digging first the background of what the person is doing.

Is not God the Creator of all forgiving beings? So why do we who become his creation is reluctant to open a little space for those who say 'Sorry'.

An apology cannot bring back a story that happened. Apologies will not bring back wounds that have been scratched in the heart.

But an apology is proof that someone wants to improve the story, an apology will not return but can turn the wound into a learning.

We should thank those who intentionally or unintentionally scratched the wound, because thanks to him, unwittingly our hearts become stronger and better prepared when another wound comes.

Although the truth is our story with him will not be the same as before.

I slowly opened the door of the inpatient room in front of me. Slowly the figure of Iqlima who was lying with blank looking eyes was seen.

Dela pushed the wheelchair slowly. Iqlima still did not realize our arrival, until my hand touched his hand gently.

He looked startled, but quickly returned his flat face. 

"What are you doing here?!" Iqlima looked at us cynically.

"You are, Yes!!" I pulled the tip of the Fitri hijab slowly. Look at him with full supplication. Fitri according to, he did not continue his words anymore.

"You haven't eaten, have you? We bring food. I'm bribe..."

"No need! What are you guys doing here?! I don't need to be loved! Go!!"

"Ma, it's not that."

"Easy! You better leave, before I hurt you again." That look, it looks so full of wounds.

"I'm sorry, Ma." Lirihku, while looking at him fixedly.

"Rara, how come you're the one apologizing? It's wrong here he is, not you!" Nisa looks unacceptable.

"Eat yes, I know you haven't eaten before." I started to open the bushel I had placed on my lap, trying to thrust a spoonful of rice and side dishes towards Iqlima.

"I said, go!!"

Ting!!

Iqlima brushed my hand hard, making the sound of the clanking of spoons clashing with the floor sounding loud.

Sick? Sure oes. The pain is not my hand but my feelings. I don't know, how much wrong I did to Iqlima, until he was like this in hating me.

"I'm surprised! Who's the victim here, anyway? You hurt, but it's like you hurt the most! Do you realize, Ma? Your attitude like this has made Rara sick. Not even Rara, but us! You should be the one apologizing, not Rara! I'm disappointed in you, Ma!" Dela who from earlier was silent, suddenly spoke.

Iqlima looked at me more and more sharply, and now his hand was pulling hard on my wrist.

"Happy! Satisfied you are now, ah?! Want to find sympathy in front of them? Keep going! Just keep going, Ra. Make me hate my own friends!"

I pulled my hand forcibly, My eyes have really warmed up.

"It turns out I was wrong, I guess after all this you'll come to your senses. Whatever your reasons, what you did to me was wrong, Ma. But I don't care that, maybe here I'm the selfish one, because I want everything back to what it used to be, like the time when all this hasn't happened. We can laugh together, study together, even sad together. B-but now, I'm sober. We can't be like we used to."

It's the defense I've been desperately making. My eyelids can no longer hold my tears. Let it go, maybe they need to know, if I'm not as strong as they think.

What's wrong? I've been trying to fight my ego not to hate everything he's done. I've damped out my anger so everyone can come back as usual.

But still, here Iqlima considers me the cause of everything. Am I not entitled to all that?

"Ra, what's wrong with you?" Inspiration quickly approached me, when the door of the room, I just opened.

"Why bring the infusion like this? Look, your blood got sucked out." I'm still not poking, I let Ilham push my wheelchair towards the bed.

"Wait here, I'll call the nurse first." I pulled down Ilham's sleeve, asking him to remain silent.

"What's wrong with you, Hem?" My eyes stared at the black bead that was now on par with me. Inspiration has now spread her body, staring in the shade while gently grasping my hand.

Without shame, I hugged her. Shedding the cry that was held back. Right now I need a backrest, it needs spirit.

"Am I wrong, trying to fix everything?" Inspiration rubbed my head gently. Trying to channel calm through his swipes.

"You're not wrong." Inspiration pulls my body, so that I can look back at his eyes.

"Just maybe it's better this way." His hand began to rub gently on my cheek. Removing traces of tears that are still flowing.

"Udah, don't cry. The ugly looks more." I pushed Ilham's shoulder slowly, Again sad fashion like this, still mutebelin. He chuckled softly, then confirmed the location of my hijab which was a little messy due to hugging it earlier.

Yes, maybe Inspiration is right. It's better this way, because it's never gonna be the same. But no matter what the next story is, it is already in the line of God for his servant.

"Thank you." I'm lirih.

"For?"

"Yes to everything."

Why am I so nervous about being stared at by Inspiration like this. Inspiration again chuckles. Why does Ilham look so adorable. Jesus, Rara. Be aware.

"So? Is my wife starting to fall in love?" I immediately turned my face away from the face of Inspiration. What does being grateful have to do with being in love?Inspiration really doesn't connect.

"Don't geer, huh! Remember you still owe me an explanation!" Inspiration returned to direct my eyes to look at him.

"After you leave the hospital, I'll explain everything. Thank you, for believing." I nodded, Inspiration now helps me lie back on the bed.

Indeed, all stories will not end happily, but behind the story there are many lessons that I can take. From this incident, at least I know, who really exists and sincerely loves me.

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