Forced Love Om-om
Chapter 12 Recall Memory
the shadow approached. Marsha hides behind Deandra's back. Deandra got up from the long chair. Looking for that shadow.
"Aaaargggh."
They screamed in fear seeing the shadow grow bigger. Hugging with closed eyes they say thoyibah sentences.
"Please. Forgive Nek! I was a kid. I'm still a girl and I'm not married, Grandma, don't kill us. Uh me." said Marsha shivering in fear.
"Woy. Wake up woy."
Crazy wagging their bodies.
"It's me Cila. Why are you guys gini-malem here?" ask Cila, a somewhat squint roommate.
"Kalo until Brother Bening saw, can be punished later."
"Ah, I'm just getting wind." Sahut Marsha's.
"I want to see the moon again. Can't you?" Deandra Typhoon.
The three of them were even engrossed in discussion.The way time pointed to the number 00:01.
"Desandra...."
I heard a voice calling that name. Deandra heard but not her friends.
"Did you hear that?" Ask Deandra.
Marsha and Cila shook their heads. They look at. Eyes decreased from usual.
"You touched me, huh?" Come back to her
"no," replied Deandra.
"I'm getting creepy anyway."
Marsha stroked her back neck. While looking at the entire park area behind the pesantren.
BAAA
"squeaking. mami-mami. toads."
Cila spontaneously mentioned all the objects in the track of the train of his mind. Are you so if surprised by the incredible Lee Min Ho?
"astagfirullah aladzim, astagfirullah aldim."
Answer the Marsha. This time it was more real. Marsha is sentimental. Eh? puresantri men's.
"Oh mama."
that's Deandra. Duh Deandra call it atuh! I call mama.
"Ustadz Alfi, ngagetin us huh."
"Yes really. Our heart wants to be dislodged. try if? dislodged emang can be used again.difficult oruh."
Cila held her breath as she said the sentence just now.
"this is late, you are still wandering."
"This was we followed Deandra ustadz. this also wants to enter. It's a ten-men."
"You should read sholawat until 1 am."
"The..."
Marsha signals Deandra to do something.
"Good uncle Ustadz Alfi, sorry we are utadz. we promise not to repeat this again. Now let us go, ustadz. Because we have to picket cook tomorrow morning."
"Yes ustadz. Ustadz is good."
"Yes, this time I'm sorry. At this time of the day, it is their schedule that guards. Not you guys."
"Those who are ustadz?"
"Any kayak next to you?"
Argggh
The three girls screamed hysterically.nearly after getting the brakes off Ustad Alfi. They hugged me tightly. Their eyes closed. Really am.
"Hi, what did you see?"
Deandra turned her head.His eyes and neck were slightly lowered.See the condition beside her. Both of his best friends are still clinging tight.
"there's nothing like this." Deandra was braver.
"Ustaaad. " Deandra's tone rose an octave more anxious but she remembered not to be loud.
"The part that says there's nothing who? You guys are so scared."
Eheeem
The voice of the man chortling broke the commotion whispering.
"What is this storm. It's night." It's night."
"That's ustadz Raka." whispered Cila to Marsha.
"sst."
The whisperings of the night have dispersed. Raka is charismatic. He rarely smiles at santriwan or santriwati. Everyone who saw him must have thought he was fierce and unfriendly. Is it really like that?
"After all, I'm out the mallem again. No. no. Not gonna."
Cila ngedumel full of regrets.
"But that was ustadz Raka cool?" Cila Imbuh.
"It has. We are sleeping now. We'll have to get up at three." Deandra Pinta.
"Deandra's out the malem-alem."
"I didn't tell you to come."
"Yes Cila dear. Marsha, thank you for being my best friend."
They hugged like Teletubbies. Deandra picked up a blanket, turned off the room lights and recited prayers ahead of bedtime. Before going to bed he recalled some of the faces of the people he had been with.
"Is this really yours?"
Raka shows origami paper with a bald eagle on Deandra. Purple origami paper with pink stripes on the edges. The eagle is sowing diamonds.
"You're talking to me, Mr. ustadz?" Raka approached Deandra who was sitting on the classroom terrace. After teaching the science of Fikih, the man with a sharp nose approached Deandra.
"Attent."
Raka tried to remember something.
"Looks like your face's a stranger?"
looks like I've seen Raka's ustadz. But where is it?
Deandra and Raka are both recalling memories. Is it true they've met before? Or just a similar face? Hayo reader help Deandra daa. Raka to remember.
00.00.01
00.00.02
00.00.03
Both eyes narrowed each other.
***
slap on! Deandra entered her memory room.
"I'm not that low.”
“Stop Sir. Please Stop.”
“But the streets are deserted, son. Many begal and other criminals.” Abah.
“Let it Abah. Looks like he's used to the nightlife.”
“Raka ...”
“Already admitted. From his clothes, too, all knew.”
The man opened the window. Not the greeting he gave but ….
“Beautiful anyway but mu-rah ...”.
BUGS
BUGS
BUGS
You know what expression Deandra's showing?
the blue bag immediately thinned the face of the mustache man earlier. Not satisfied with that, he landed his fists sexy.
A slap!!! the shadow of Raka's memory flowed back.
“OOOOWWWW. My nose.”
“Awas you yes!”
“Change. Abah seems to have misled people. Next time be careful.”
“You're just making a stir. Ha ha ha ha.”
”Change heart yes. Same own child.”
“What Is It?” A circular object was left behind.
The blurp!!!
CAMOUFLAGE
They managed to recall his memory. Nature what will happen?
"Lad."
Raka held her nose that Deandra had once pierced.
Male rese. I could have met this guy again. If halal blood wants to quizep his blood.let's not as arbitrary if talking. The vow! i'm enek.
Deandra's insidious vow poisoned his brain and mind. They met last night, didn't they? BUT baby, it's dim. The light is not friendly.all just seen now. This second. this time. This sunday
Oh Mi Chiin's.
"You're the kind of person who likes to drop things?"
"Why? Not your business?" deandra replied exasperatedly.
"You were the one who hit me. You fell on your origami paper."
Raka tried to melt the atmosphere. The atmosphere of teachers and students no longer exists. Its bulk was eroded by the wave of hate currents. Raka looked at the drops of dew dripping onto the cactus tree. Deandra was still in a sitting position.This time her face was more tangled.
"I'm sorry for my attitude. Our first less than pleasant meeting. I realize I was wrong. Can you please forgive me?"
Deandra remained silent. He was reluctant to see the handsome face beside him. Remembering the harsh words he once slammed. Those words are like fighter jets ready to bombard opponents. Leaving behind a great fire of anger and also hatred.
"can't we get here?" asked Raka softly.
"It's none of your business." Answer Deandra ketus.
then he ran away leaving the thin-moustached man. Deandra's eyes glazed over. This time I saw him, he was usually cheerful. Is it a reader?
- to be continued
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