Holy Prison

PS2. 51 - Apology Sister Ulfa

I watch TV in the middle room. I invited Bi Darsih to accompany me to watch. Mas Faiz came to the office so he couldn't accompany me to watch.

“Lho, it's Fatih.” I said.

Bi Darsih looked at me. “Iya, Mom. His real name is Fatih. Aunty really likes her, her salary is good, Mom. He's so handsome huh, Mom?” bi Darsih said very excited.

“It turns out she's a real artist yes, Bi. But more handsome my husband, Bi.” I said while chuckling.

Bi Darsih laughed while nodding.

“Honestly, aunty is very happy to see Bu Nindy and Mr. Faiz, you are very romantic, every time you see your father and mother, Aunt like watching a romantic movie.” said Bi Darsih.

I just laughed in response to Bi Darsih.

Suddenly my phone rings. “For a while yes, Bi.” I said.

“Iya, Mom. Please.” says Bi Darsih. Bi Darsih shrinks TV volume.

I watched my phone screen. There it says the name ‘Kak Ulfa’. I smiled and picked up the phone from my sister.

“Halo, assalamualaikum.” I say hello first.

“Waalaikumsalam, Dikot. What are you doing?” ask Ulfa across the street.

“Only watch TV, Brother. Sister?” reply excited.

“Not much different like you. Dik, I want to apologize to you.”, said Ulfa.

“Sorry for what yes, Brother?” my many.

“For everything, Dik. Forgive Brother who has been evil with you. Will you forgive your brother? Brother is very sorry. I realize that what you did to me was wrong, what Mama and Gus Faiz said was all right. Brother please, forgive brother huh?” said Ulfa.

I smile. It turned out that Mama had actually met Sister Ulfa and talked to her. I'm really happy to hear Brother Ulfa apologizing. That's a sign Ulfa's changed. I miss my old sister very much. Brother Ulfa said the name Mas Faiz seems to refer to the sentence when Mas Faiz scolded Kak Ulfa in front of his room.

“Iya, Brother. I have forgiven brother.” I said.

“Really? Thank you, you are indeed my best sister.” said Brother Ulfa.

“By pleasure, Brother. I'm so happy that my sister is no longer angry with me.” I said.

“Of course, brother will not be angry with you anymore. Oiya, forgive brother yes because you can only say sorry via phone, because you are afraid you will be nauseous again when you see brother.” said Kak Ulfa.

“Iya, Brother. Its alright. I'm sorry too, brother. Because he had vomited my sister a few times. I don't know why that could be either. But I hope Big Brother will forgive me.” I said.

“Yes, it's okay. Yesterday I was mean, maybe that's why you're nauseous every time you see me. Hopefully after we make up, you will not be nauseous again if you meet me.” said Ulfa.

“Amin.” I replied with a smile.

“O Yes, Dik. It was already?” said Ulfa.

“Oh, fine, Kak.” I said.

“Assalamualaikum.” Greetings Kak Ulfa.

“Waalaikumussalam warahmatullahi wa barakatuh.” I replied.

I watched my phone with a happy face. I can't believe I made up with Brother Ulfa.

“Mother looks very happy.” Bi Darsih said.

“Iya, Bi. I'm so glad I just made up with my sister. I'm really happy, Bi.” I said, then hugged Bi Darsih briefly.

“Alhamdulillah, Aunty so be happy, Bu.” said Bi Darsih.

“Thank you, Bi.” I said.

I immediately remembered Mas Faiz. Mas Faiz should know this. I really should tell him. I wanted to call her but I was afraid I would bother my husband. Then I decided to send a message via whatsapp.

^^^Me:^^^

^^^Assalamualaikum, Mas.^^^

Mas Faiz:

Waalaikumsalam warahmatullahi. Da?

^^^Me:^^^

^^^Mas, I'm very happy.^^^

Mas Faiz:

Happy because?

^^^Me:^^^

^^Sir Ulfa just called me, he apologized to me, Mas, he regretted having been evil.^^^

Mas Faiz:

How can?

^^^Me:^^^

Mas Faiz:

Thank God, then, I'm happy.

^^^Me:^^^

^^^Yes, Mas. Yaudah just works. I just wanted to say that. My spirit, my mother, for her work..^^^^^

Mas Faiz:

You are also spirit. Love you's. ^^^^^^^^^^^

^^^Me:^^^

^^ Love you too.^^^

I smiled reading our conversation. Although Mas Faiz was busy but he always responded to my messages or phone quickly. I am so happy to be on the priority list. I went back to watching TV with Bi Darsih.

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I re-wrote a story about the life of a boarding boy that I just wrote 1000 words yesterday. Usually, if my head is smooth, I can finish 1000 words within an hour, and if I relax a little I can finish one and a half to two hours.

After writing 1000 words. I'm stopping. The more I write the more I miss Arum. Then I turned off my laptop, and my eyes needed rest. I took my phone and I started to open Instagram, there was no content in it because it was all archived. I want to find Arum. I also surfed looking for Arumi Santi's name in the search field.

CLICK IT!

A series of accounts named Arumi Santi popped up, I opened one by one but none of them belong to Arum I know. I switched from Instagram to twitter and facebook. But nothing when I was looking for. It seems Arum is not playing social media.

I brought my phone and sat in the living room to watch TV. I put the phone on the table. Turn on TV.

Honestly, I was bored.

At times like this, I miss my family, especially my mom. Though we were still in one province, but I could not visit him every day, other than Mas Faiz work, I could not bear to disturb the rest time on his day off.

“Mamaaa.. Nindy kangen.”. One tear of my eye came down.

“Lho, mother, mother why?” asked Bi Darsih who suddenly came.

“Nothing, Bi.” I said wiping my own tears. “Sini aja, Bi. Sitting on.” I said telling Bi Darsi to sit on the sofa so as not to sit on the floor.

“It's like this, Mom. Adem.” says Bi Darsih.

I'm nodding. “Bi, has Aunt ever been married?” my many.

“Entertainment, Mom. I was married to the son of the head of the village.” said Bi Darsih.

“Wah, then where is Aunt's husband?” ask Bi Darsih.

“Unfortunately, Aunt's husband has died.” Bi Darsih said sadly.

“Please excuse me, Bi. I don't know.” I said.

“Yes, it's okay, Mom. But I have a daughter the same age, Mommy.” said Bi Darsih.

“Oiya, Bi? Well, where is he now, Bi?” many enthusiast. I want to cheer Bi Darsih up.

“She's in the village, again looking for work.” says Bi Darsih.

“What graduation, Bi?” my many.

“Let graduates only, Mom. Just graduated.” said Bi Darsih.

“Oh, just like me huh, Bi? Whose name, Bi?” my many.

“Name Santi.” says Bi Darsih.

“Oh, try later I ask my husband yes, Bi. Who knows in his office need a new employee.” I said.

“No need, Mom. It's okay, I'm afraid to trouble Mom.” said Bi Darsih.

“It's okay, Bi. Later try to talk to Mas Faiz first yes.” I said.

“Thank you very much, Bu.”

“Iya, Bi. You welcome. Bi, can I ask you again?”

“By once, Bu.”

“What used to be after marriage Aunty joined the family or moved house?” manya curious.

“Aunt moves house, Mom. Follow husband.” says Bi Darsih.

“Do aunts feel lonely and miss family so much, Bi, when they got married in the first place?” my many.

Bi Darsih smiled. “Very, Mom. Very lonely and longing. There used to be no phone, and Bibi's husband always left the morning home at night, at first the aunt always cried because she missed the Aunt family. However, Aunt was conscious for a long time. Everyone has their time, not always together. The important thing is that we pray for our parents wherever and whenever. Although the body feels far away but if we are close to prayer, Bibi believes we will be near forever.” said Bi Darsih.

“That's great, Aunty. I guess I'm the only one who feels such loneliness and longing.” I said. I was amazed at Bi Darsih.

“No, Mom. Almost everyone who has been married feels the same way as what we feel.” said Bi Darsih.

Bi Darsih is very good. Ever since Bi Darsih, my little miss on Mama has faded a little.