Holy Prison

PS 13 - Finding Gus Faiz

“Mbak Nindy, let's get up, Ma'am, pray first.” Farha's voice.

Since arriving here, Farha has been just like my baby sitter who has always taken good care of me. Wake me up, accompany me, get me food, fold my clothes and so on. Baby sitter jobs are like that, right? That's how he is. Wait if she's a baby sitter, I'm baby dong? Nope-no-no.

“Ah do si lo, disturb me I am still sleepy!” i said, annoyed.

“Mbak should pray in ndalem right told Umi?” said again.

Again that sentence. I hate to promise, I hate being told to, I hate being told to Umi's place. Although many times I say hate, still this routine must be lived because I have promised and whatever form of promise must be kept. But this time I really don't want to go there. I had to rack my brain to find the most logical reason.

“Aduh, my head is dizzy Far, my stomach is still sick too. Want my permission to Umi?” I said, grimacing in my acting. Not to forget also my right hand pretended to massage my head and the other hand held my stomach.

“Yes Allah, Ma'am, yes already. Ma'am, pray here only, I will tell Umi. Mmm.. let me help you take the water.” said Farha again.

I also do not want to pray, Farha! –Batinku.

“Okay, like I can't get water, it's cold I can faint. Uhuk-uhuk! I usually get water instead so go to the hospital, kritik.” I said. Perfunctorily. I cower. I knew for a fact that he would not dare to tell me to pray. I'm still sleepy. Want to sleep again. Prepare the energy for the escape plan later.

“Yes Allah, Ma'am, yes already tayamum yes, Mbak.” said Farha.

Tayamon? Tayamon? I seem to have heard that term. Even though I'm a big boy but I'm still a schoolboy and in elementary school it seems like I was taught Taylor. Tayamun that take water wudu use dust, right? Hopefully not. Because I don't want to have a spruce face.

“Typid? Wudu dust off?” many ensure.

Farha nodded. I breathed in frustration. How now? I also turned my brain again to avoid this prayer. If this time also Farha still has an answer I will give up.

“But I can't stand. My feet...” I rack my brain.

“Ndak papa, Ma'am, can sit. If Mbak ndak can sit also yes while sleeping also ndak papa Mbak, islam that makes it easier for us.” said Farha.

“If you can't sleep too?” my many.

This time I'm sure Farha won't have a satisfactory answer.

“Yes, dialatin, Mbak.” replied Farha ogrely.

“Gosh! Dead dong? You swear I'm dead?” my many.

“Eh, ndak, Ma'am, ndak. She asked me if I would answer. Well, Mbak just can't stand, so can sit.” said Farha, looking bad looking at me.

“Ngeles mulu lo! Already ah. It healed me! I want to go to Umi's house instead of being horrin you talk that is not clear.” I said then left Farha.

“Sorry, Ma'am.” said Farha was chasing me.

“I didn't mean it like that, Ma'am, sorry.” said Farha.

I went straight to the bathroom and immediately took a wudu carelessly. But when I finished I cursed myself for forgetting to bring my face. I don't want to go upstairs anymore. Same prestige as Farha. After all lazy really went up and became Farha's laughing stock. Umi must have mukena, I borrow it later.

“This is the face, Mbak.” said Farha. Suddenly appeared while thrusting my face. The look on his face did not show that he would laugh at me. I think I was wrong this time.

I took the face and went to Ndalem Abah to meet Umi.

***

I'm still under arrest in Ndalem Abah. Umi also still told long times wide times as high as she liked as usual. Unfortunately, that's not my favorite. Who can bear to listen to someone's old story? Of course I don't. Even so, Umi seemed unable to read my current situation, she did not notice how the fate of my increasingly 5-watt eyes. He also did not seem to know how my brain began to run slow like a pentium 1 computer.

"Nindy, can Umi ask you something for help?" Ask Umi. I'm nodding. I don't want to waste the opportunity to leave.

"What do you want, Umi?" my many.

"Please call Faiz ya, tell him Umi's looking for him" Umi said.

In my heart I am tickled. Listen to Umi language that is similar to Indonesian teacher. Very stiff. Like a dry kanebo. Really am.

I immediately rushed out. And stupidly I forgot to ask where Gus Faiz was. I turned around to meet Umi and asked her whereabouts of her son. But my brain screamed unwillingly, because it must be very embarrassing. After all, by looking for Gus Faiz, it means that my opponent to go for a long time from Umi is getting bigger.

Sometimes I like to think, 'Umi don't have another job what yak? The mulu' house'. Maybe it was his nature as a wife but my mother was a wife too and he had some kind of activity outside the house, he was rarely at home. In fact, every one of his hobbies is scolding me like Papa. Remembering the atmosphere of the house made my blood boil instantly.

I surrounded Umi's house from one place to another, not even rarely I looked under the sofa and bed, who knows he turned into a mouse. There is only one place I have not been to, the kitchen. Although the possibility is a little because I have never heard of any men like in the kitchen, but it feels like there is no harm in trying. My gut this time said he was there.

Arriving in the kitchen, I saw Gus Faiz sitting in the kitchen drinking water. He drank with 3 sips. I think he's really weird. He looked thirsty, why did he not just sip his drink until it ran out.

"Is, uh, that means Gus wanted Umi in his room" I said. Whether it's polite or not, I don't care. All I care about now is that the Master turned his head, put down the glass, and then started to stand up.

As usual, he still wears a sarong. He's really weird. He wears a sarong at home like he wants to go to the mosque. He probably doesn't have pants. Looks like I'll have to give it to you tomorrow.

"Thank you, Nin" he said as he walked without even turning his head towards me.

Two words! Not 'Mbak'. -inku

Believe me can't believe my cheeks are getting hot. No. gabe. Why am I such a labile Junior like this? I think I want to keep smiling. My heart. No. gabe. This can't happen. My tongue. This time I couldn't look at it. Damnit.

When I turned my back, my eyes accidentally met a very shiny blade. I looked around, no one. I hurriedly picked up the knife. This must be a blessing! This must be a clue to my prayer. Surely so.