Forced Love Om-om

CHAPTER 9 ORIGAMI RAJAWALI

Puji Nirwana

"Finally, relief."

Deandra managed to remove all the rest of the stomach contents. The bulging stomach is now beginning to deflate. It was clear that he was late in removing the stomach garbage for almost a week. Gegara is hard to eat.

The slap!

When the left fingers take the dipper at the end of the bathtub. The little shadow began to wilt. Lips began to lift each of the two Sentences to the side. His pull extended along the path he took.

"Ma, if I grow up later. I want to be like my mom. Beloved pap and went to London to see Sonia's sister."

"Ma, if I grow up, I can help my mom. Helps lipatin papa shirt. So that papa won't be angry anymore."

Blurpp

Deandra's babble in childhood began to shrink. At that time he saw the quarrel of his parents only because of the clothes are less neat. Mama Deandra went to see her sick mother. When I got home, the house was still a mess. Maid five on leave all.

"Mama, may you be happy there. Deandra's own Ma."

The slap!

Hysterical cries filled Deandra's mother's funeral. Deandra was in seventh grade. Not yet fourteen years old. But, the pain he had gotten was already yearning. His papa married a seductress. Her beauty paralyzes the nature of divinity.

"De, are you inside?"

"Ah, yes. Just jerk."

Deandra washed both hands. After that, throw up the leftovers. Ah, you know, right? I'd better be censored so that your lust is not molested.

"Why would you hurt your mom?" Ask Deandra.

Deandra opened the toilet door hinge box. Five people lined up. Without further ado Deandra greeted them occasionally. Someone returned Deandra's smile. Some are surly, there are also narcissistic hissing.

"Mbak-mbak kirain overslept."

"Kirain while eating leyeh-leyeh to forget there are queues."

Deandra throws an apology with a guiltless face.

"Yes yes. Patience napa. If the door has not been opened, it is not finished. I have time to spend if I'm not done yet."

"So women are very fierce. Judes." The man in blue.

"I'm sorry about my friend's attitude sir."

"De, you're soft the original look. And you're prettier if you speak softer words."

"Ah, Brother Fit can. I'm gonna be embarrassed."

"And you will be happier here after knowing the rules."

"Rules make me happy. What's that supposed?"

They walk through the grass. Stepping on some almost withered grass. Fitri avoids muddy holes exposed to puddles of rain left over overnight. The santri candidates docked in the hall for registration as well as providing insight into the order of the pesantren. Deandra who accidentally heard some of the rules that were affirmed, immediately his eyes whizzed and throat suddenly choked like a ping pong ball toss.

"Santriwati must wear covered clothing. Except the face and the palms. Suppose the face wearing a burkha or veil is preferred. If we say no, we can tolerate it. As long as it doesn't cross the boundaries of princess santri."

Uhuk

Uhuk

"Why are you Deandra?"

"It's okay. Just scratching my throat and ears."

Deandra's right fingers stroked her throat, almost choking. I don't know what made him choke up to that.

"Rules are rules but if it's too much can I?" Curse his heart.

It was a sight that made his heart and soul shrink. A santriwati ....

"Everything has to be done. Hap all of them."

The sight made Deandra's fur more tangled shudder thak koruan. The blood forgot to flow.

"Son, what's so cruel is the rule here?"

"Yes, the rules must be enforced. For all students to be better and disciplined.".

"But I'm afraid brother."

"Fear what?"

"Fear of punishment."

"Your head is too small. When are you so special if you don't learn right now."

"You don't want to wear a crown for your parents in heaven?"

"Can I?"

Fitri stopped his steps and faced Deandra.

"Remember Deandra. Our lives are only once. Don't let us regret it later. Everything will come back to him. Our job now is to learn. Looking for science."

"So seriously your life, Mr. Fit. There's no sweetness." Deandra's inner ledek.

"It doesn't need much style. So you don't die of style." Another imbibing.

"Sound what?"

"It's just what I said."

"No."

Diandra's footsteps would wait for the rhythm.he looked for the Purple origami paper he put in his pocket. His right hand was busy looking for something. Jumari left looking in the left pocket. But the result is nil.

"Where's my new paper? That feeling I wanted to put in my pocket."

Diandra tried to remember what had happened. Her shadow stopped when she fell into a man.

"Ah yes. Must have fallen."

He plucked two fingers. Return the memory to its original place. Fitri walked 2 steps forward.Deandra's steps came to a halt as she raised 'aha'.

"Deandra, what's wrong with you?"

"Ah, it's okay."

"It looks like you're looking for something."

"Ah, no. It's nothing."

At the end of the canteen, someone had opened and carefully read the purple origami paper. The green-mouthed man tosca read while biting his index finger.

"The king is a bit bald. There's-there's just."

The man tries to observe and understand with the santuy. Sitting in a rattan chair made him even more comfortable. Back rests on the shoulder of the chair. The breeze seemed to act like seeing a thick-browed sturdy man. Sweet smile painted.

"Ustadz. What's up, ustadz?" Ask Alfie while standing up.

"Ah, no. It's okay."

"Ustadz will be asked by Pak Kyai to fill the lecture event at the Princess boarding school. Warning of the prophet."

"Yes, I'll be ready."

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In Deandra's room.

Deandra does not live alone. He lives with five sisters. The sleeping position is close to the closet under the window while the front is marsha. 3 other people named cila, bilqis, rossi. Fitri different rooms, because they are different classes.

"Don't forget that at half-eight there will be a memorial service of the Prophet's maid." Bilqis.

Marsha prepared earlier. He had already prepared the clothes he was going to wear. Time shows at five o'clock in the afternoon. The students prepare to go to teach. Some have begun to memorize. Some are still learning iqro there are also still quiet like Deandra.

Mmmoaaah indra was fast asleep until Mahrib. All roommates have already completed the magrib prayer and are preparing to attend the event. The deandra?

"Hey wake up you don't pray. Deandra's awake?"

Marsha wiggled repeatedly over the shoulder of the girl in front of her. When he was in gospel he was still wearing casual clothes. Not shower yet.

"What a sleepy fuck." Deandra still withholds sleepiness. Eyes still sticky with two-dimensional adhesive glue.

"Deandraaaa, "Marsha tried to shake her shoulder again.

"Still sleepy Marsha..."

"Soge away." A rather large-bodied woman approached Deandra's bed.

Tengs

Tengs

"Fire fire. Water water."

The woman brought the alarm clock closer to Deandra's ear. Without a stale base without much but.

Deandra was agitated and forced to move because of the alarm sound of the alarm clock.

Haha

Everybody laugh

"So soon the mahrib prayer. The clock is not awake yet. Santri's son, that afternoon's teaching."

"Eh, yes."

With a hasty step, Deandra picked up the towel and went towards the bathroom. The slippers she was wearing swapped all the left parts. Oh Deandra's.

Not only that on the road he passed with santriwan and santriwati who already fragrant. The deandra? Still wearing her favorite purple baby dol.

"Deandraaa," cried the rather large woman in the back.

"Otherwise Brother?"

"You left something. How careless of you."

Deandra's eyes are round seeing ....

To be continued

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