Holy Prison

PS 10 - Cheap is Right

“Mbak, where are you going?” ask Farha. “Mbak, it hurts again.” said Farha again. She's following.

Say I'm crazy. Because some time ago I was still crying in the room in the Umi House or commonly called Ndalem Abah. And now I'm out on the road in no direction. I wonder what I can do here. The best way is to commit suicide. However, almost every way I have done but none of my ways have worked.

I don't want to cry anymore. Unwilling. I have to do something, at least I can start by mutinying Mama. One way is not to wear clothes prepared by him. In my rebellion I will show you, if without anyone I will still be fine.

“Here is a shirt store?” my many.

I will send the clothes that Mama prepared to Jakarta. I guess I don't want to wear it anyway. Say I'm a lame. But I don't think I care anymore.

“There, Ma'am. Mommy want me to drop off?” ask Farha.

“Iya.” I said.

“Let's go yes, Ma'am. Wait Mbak cured. ” said Farha.

“Kalo you do not want nganterin also gakpapa, I can be alone.” I said. I walked even though I didn't know where the clothes shop was.

“Eh, i-iya Ma'am I intersect.” said Farha.

Along the way, Farha told me a lot about pesantren. I'm just listening. Honestly, almost everything he says is interesting. It's just that in a situation like this it makes me indifferent to him, even I only occasionally mutter.

He told me about the clothing store we were going to, it turns out that the clothing store is still in this pesantren complex. And according to Farha's story, it turns out that those princesses should not just come out of boarding school. They are only given permission every Friday when Friday prayers take place, and even then have to do a process that is said to be complicated, because they have to take care of the letters to the manager. As for santri son of Farha do not know. Since the daughter and son santri were forbidden from connecting with each other, so there was nothing he could explain. Most only administrators are allowed that too just to ask for activities in boarding schools that they often short with ‘ponpes’.

One thing I almost missed telling you. In this school there is only one clothing store. Some other clothing stores are outside the ponpes. Well, since he couldn't take me out because considering it was Monday, then we just came to the clothes shop in the boarding school. Farha said she was afraid of being killed. Still he said, 'takzir' is a sanction for students who do not comply with the rules, the sanctions can be in the form of penalties or fines, depending on the mistakes made.

“Nah, here, Mbak.” says Farha.

“Hah? Inhere? You are not wrong?” I asked Farha.

The place intended by Farha is a house that is transformed into a simple clothing store with a sewing machine to the right of the entrance. Looking at the sewing machine, mukena, lace, and ribbon, I began to conclude that all the mukena santri in this pesantren were deliberately in lace in this place. Maybe this is what they call trend.

For those who do not understand where the lace is installed, I will explain. The lace is fixed at the top of the mukena, the place of pet. So, it can be said that lace is a substitute for pet for mukena. Maybe our faces look better. Might as well.

“As-salamu ‘alaikum, Bu.” says Farha.

“Wa ‘alaikumus-salam wa rahatulli wa barakatuh. Wonten nopo, Cah ayu?” A middle-aged woman approached us.

Farha answered the Shop Owner's mother's question. Then they were involved in a fun conversation using Javanese language that I could not understand a little stuff. Again I feel like a 'goat sponge'. Fate of fate.

“Let's go in, Mbak.” says Farha.

We were getting in there more and more. And, I can’t believe it! All the clothes sold here are at the same level as the ones in the closet, the clothes that my mother brought me, and the clothes that all the students wear. I'm turning the brain again. No matter the condition of the clothes sold, I have to buy them. Because I don't want to wear the clothes that Mama gave me. If I still want to wear the clothes that Mama gave me, it means I have made peace. And I don't want to. The peace I am seeking is only the end of my life, my life.

“Gue wants this one, this, this, this, the same one that made his shirt. Trus skirt want this one, this, this, this, the same this.” I told Farha to tersjemakan to the Mother of the Shop Owner.

“Duh, Ma'am, don't do much. If caught by the manager can be takzir, Mbak.” said Farha.

He looked at me with an incredulous look. I did the same. I began to wonder what else he was talking about. Does having clothes have to have rules? I don't understand anymore. Now I really believe this place is a prison full of rules. Inconveniencing.

“Means?” my question, a little upset.

“Times rules here. Free clothes that we have at most 5, Ma'am. Other uniform. O yes, for free clothes we wear gloves, like I wear this.” said Farha.

OMG!

I noticed the flower sheath that Farha was wearing. I thought the sheath she wore was a skirt. Apparently sarong. As far as I know, sarongs are only intended for men, in fact there are those for women as well. The difference is only in the pattern.

Farha approached the Shop Owner's Mother, then said a few sentences using Javanese language that again I do not understand the meaning. The Shop Owner's mother went inside, then came back again with a pile of various motifs. Before choosing the sarong I have chosen 5 clothes.

“This, this, this, this, and This..” I said, take the appropriate holster with the shirt.

“Mbak, sorry.” Farha had not yet finished her sentence, I hurriedly cut her off in annoyance.

“Clothes in the closet want to be accompanied, Ma'am?” ask Farha, be afraid.

“You I package to Nyokap in Jakarta.” I said.

“Nyokap what tho, Mbak?” ask Farha.

“Emak, mom, mom, mom.” I said annoyed. Farha nodded.

“What are you afraid of getting scolded for buying a lot of clothes like this? The clothes that are in the closet are not yet used.” asked Farha again.

“Much of your talk, have followed me. I buy it with my money. So, yeah it's up to guelah.” I said.

The Shop Owner's mother went and came out again with a pile of veils from plain to patterned. I hurriedly chose it. My head is getting dizzy. I choose the color according to the clothes and gloves that I have chosen. Not to forget I also bought a lot of interiors that I need.

“Hm, what else? O yes, mukena.” I said. I remember that frilly mukena also belonged to Mama.

Honestly, I was thinking. Why Mother Shop Owner does not rent a larger shophouse in order to display all the clothes sold to make it easier when someone buys. If all the goods he just put in the room there, and there is only one hanger place to hang clothes, how can the buyer know if this store sells all the clothes needed?

I chose 2 mukena. The Shop Owner's mother said something to Farha.

“Mbak, mukena want all crocheted?” tanyakanya.

“Out time?” my many. Farha asked directly.

“In the meantime he said, Mbak.” said again.

“Yaudah lace aja.” I said. “Eh, ask how much is the total of everything.” I said. Farha immediately asked the Shop Owner's mother.

“Rp 400,000, Mbak” says Farha.

“HAH?” I must have heard wrong. Is it true to buy all this for only 400k?

“Yes, Rp 400,000, Ma'am. Sorry, too expensive, huh, Mommy? It's good to buy one-on-one, Mbak.” said Farha.

Looks like Farha thought the price she said was too expensive for me. I'm a little offended. My looks don't seem that poor.

“It's cheap, Dodol!” I said. Directly took out 400k of money from the wallet and handed it to Farha.

“Kasian knows Ma'am, Mbak's parents have to spend money 400rb.” said Farha. Commencing lecture.

“Opaan si lo, it's not my parents' money but my own money. No need to bring!” I said.

I sat down, holding my head that was getting dizzy.

“Mbak, dizzy again?” ask Farha worried. He immediately massaged my hand. I sighed, the pain was the head, why did he massage the hands? Who is too smart?

Farha immediately spoke to the Shop Owner's Mother, then handed over 400k to pay for all the groceries. My head hurts again and my stomach is wrapped around me. Maybe it's because my stomach can't get enough. I just ate a few mouthfuls, 'cause Linda.

“Mbak, we go to the room aja yuk, later his clothes are delivered with his mother.” said Farha.

“Yaudah.” I said resigned. Though in the heart want to curse Farha because if groceries can be delivered to the room why from earlier we are still here waiting for mukena crocheted.

Farha said goodbye to the Shop Owner's Mother, then pushed me out.

“Udah gakpapa.” I said. It feels so shameful to be swept up like this like a victim of a natural disaster. Though the current situation is quiet and the streets are empty but still I feel uncomfortable, iris. I walked ahead of Farha.

On the way back I stopped. My head and stomach can't compromise anymore. Farha. And...

IT'S DARK!