Fake Friend

Papua Island

I was under the bed that was being tucked away like a crocodile. Kissing the floor of the room hoping to fall in the garden instead falls out of bed. Falling dreams that come true in just an instant.

Deserve Brother Gilang did not extend his hand. Just had a nice dream. It's been suffering I think. Maybe I can't dream. It all has to be real.

I tried to sit by leaning my back against the bedpost. Seen a bluish knee and a sore forehead. stroked slowly and then mingled it with my hair. People say that the head is stunted, rubbed with hair, so as not to turn blue quickly.

I tried to get up and look in the mirror, The hair was scrambled and the ilered crust was still stuck in the corner of my lips. One who's looking for my center of attention. A tattoo on my forehead that was slightly visible as a result of the fall earlier. Gratitude on the forehead of his tattoo if on the nose, must be a pinocchio.

The clock on the wall has entered the time of the noble. It turned out that I slept too long. I think I've been dreaming for a while. I see the pillow I wear, usually if I am too sleepy, it is a sign of the island of Java, the island of Sumatra or the island of Borneo seen on the pillow. I fumbled and I researched. Well it turns out that even looks like the island of Papua. Why Papua island? because the lights are long to the bottom of the pillow. Is..joroknya.., want marriage still drooling. Smells of jigong again.

I smiled to myself thinking of myself who was not there gracefully while sleeping. Seeing his pillow was disgusted. I pull the sheets and I want to replace them with new ones. Open the closet and take out the clean sheets and put them back on. Doraemon sheets, my favorite picture that is like a male bedsheet motif.

Hurry to the bathroom to clean yourself with a therapeutic aroma soap. To smell and feel fresh. Immediately perform the prayer and rush lunch. I will be ashamed of myself if my stomach sounds when invited by Kak Gilang to the boutique.

I walked into the kitchen to ask permission to go later Zuhur. Well, the kitchen is quiet and Mom's room is empty too. I went to the cake shop. Maybe when I was leaving, I saw I fell asleep. Wouldn't wake up. Finally, this is where I sit at the dinner table eating my lunch alone. Want to ask your friend, dad is not there either. My mom went to the store too. I saw the menu today. Saute kale and fry puffed fish.

Simple but I like it very much. Because the vegetable kale mixed wet shrimp are quite a lot. Steady...

After two dishes, I felt full on my stomach. When I wanted to drink, I heard the bell outside ringing repeatedly.

I saw from the window, who was the one who pressed the bell repeatedly. Not very impatient anyway. Well, I see Silang who is very handsome with his casual clothes, a shirt that fits perfectly with his body, to look checkered body for diligent exercise. The shirt is white and the jeans are blue.

Cclek

Silang saw me flabbergasted, I thought to myself if it was not wrong for him to be flabbergasted. I should have been amazed to see him. It is not him who is amazed at me. His handsome face fascinated me.

I shake my hand in front of her face. It was seen he was aware of his attitude and scratched his nape.

"Kakak Lihati what..," asked me who felt astonished because Kak Gilang to bengong.

"Ehemm, how beautiful you are Dek, why not wear a hijab?" said Gilang reprimanding me.

Spontaneous I hold my head.

"Astaghfirullahaladjim,"

I immediately hid behind the curtains near the entrance. My heart is pounding. I saw Brother Gilang from the curtain cloth that was not too thick, smiling with my childlike behavior. I held my chest and let out a slow breath.

" I'm sorry, sister, Nisa had finished praying immediately to eat, so forgot to wear a hijab," said I who spoke still behind the curtains.

" Don't hide anymore Dek..," said Silang facing me who is still behind the curtains.

" Nisa's ashamed sister, we're not halal yet" I replied, feeling hesitant to show myself with my head open blatantly. I was thinking before we had the marriage bond, I wanted to hide my aura first. I said something so I could quickly get a headscarf.

"we're leaving now, sister.., let Nisa all change her clothes" I said from behind the door curtain.

" Wait a minute, brother," said I who had been shaking want to run to the room.

I ran as hard as I could to avoid Brother Gilang who had already seen myself taking off my hijab.

Up in the room, I held my heart that was about to jump. I take the drink on the table and drink it straight. This is how it feels to be caught off guard. Being caught wet not wearing a hijab is like being caught stealing a neighbor's belongings. The shame is not to be asked. If there's a pool in front of me, it's good that I'm plastered in the pool.

Old glued to the bed, just realized and remembered the intention to the room in a hurry, what was the initial intention?.

I'll get a white shirt and blue Fabric pants. Wearing a wardah colored quadrilateral hijab. Just simple clothes, let's just say we're going on a date. Anyway, I want to see a movie.

I'm done preparing, without me knowing our clothes are exactly the same color. Both are white and blue pants. I'm not planning on wearing the same color. It's just a coincidence. I immediately locked the door and stepped closer to Kak Gilang's black Sport car.

With her care opened the car door and let me in. It's really beautiful the car room looks classy and more sophisticated than my car at home. Without warning Brother Gilang approached and his face was only a few cents away from my face.

" Sister wants to reach," I asked spontaneously when his face was very close to my face.

His forehead was puffed at my question.

Immediately do what he wants to do.

Cclek

The sound of seat belts rang out, Brother Gilang re-returned his face. I felt like I was near her. My heart was courting like someone who just finished mating.

"Are you hoping that you will reach?" asked Gilang back to me and exhausted the net to my forehead. " Don't be weird..," he said back.

"He..he.no, no," I'm ashamed to have thought a no-no.

The car is traveling at medium speed. My eyes looked out the window, I was awkward with Brother Gilang about that. There was silence in the car without anyone starting the conversation. A few minutes later, our car arrived at the Boutique owned by Mama Kak Gilang. Boutiques that have given memories and because of those memories can make things worse.

I still remember in this place I was humiliated and humbled by my own best friend. The humiliation that once embarrassed my future husband's family. And still in my memory.

Hopefully this day it won't happen again. And if it happened a few weeks ago it's back today. It is likely that the Boutique will be closed by Mama Kak Gilang, so that there will be no more fake-faced humans in this city

The car door opened again, making my face red like a boiled crab. How not, the treatment of Brother Gilang makes me feel very served like a queen who just came out of the palace. The empress was very pampered and adored by all the people. I came out and Brother Gilang immediately grasped my hand which hesitated a little to step in.

" Why?" asked Gilang.

" Fear you, you remember the other day" I said doubtfully.

"No one will dare to harass you anymore" Gilang said.

By saying Bismillah, strengthen my heart to be relaxed and throw away my bad thoughts that are raging in my head.