Holy Prison

PS 16 - Gus Faiz Lovers

Farha looked at me with a look I don't know if I couldn't interpret that look myself. It was like there was suspicion and anxiety there. I hope he doesn't know what I'm planning. If he finds out, drop all my hopes. Even though I've only known him for a few days. I know he's one of the threats of failing my escape plan from this cabin.

"Where are you going? Let me take you back." he said.

"Not going anywhere, I want to go to the cottage." I said, immediately run away from Farha.

"Mom, wait!" said Farha a little shouting.

I can only smile cynically. Finally he shouted too.

***

Behind these bars, I began to lament again my fate of being stranded in a place I hated so much. Pesantren. This pesantren was probably a sacred place for Farha and her friends. But not for me. My case is different from those who gladly accept that they are put in a holy prison. A sacred prison that should not be occupied by humans like me.

Actually, this presence of mine, is not to blame. Because, this presence of mine is not my desire and it can never be my desire. Sometimes I still often imagine the situation of Brother Ulfa at home. Nah! I don't miss my brother! If only I had the knowledge to remove him from my memory list. I made sure the person I first erased was Ulfa's sister, Bedebah Revan, and her disgusting affair.

In Jakarta my company is free. But to do such disgusting things my brain is still sane to resist. I still remember the advice of the Bracelet Giver, he was my best friend. Although our behavior was eleven twelve, yet he was more mature also tended to pull me into kindness. I may be naughty, but I cannot go beyond that limit. He used to say that usually a woman will be seen is her past, while a man who is seen is her future. So, handing over the honor to a man who has not married us will only harm us women.

My pal. He's my best friend. My head started to roll back the events of that day. On a day I have truly regretted for the rest of my life. The day my fatherhood made us never meet forever. At that time, I received a surprise call from my best friend's sister. He said my best friend had an accident. The injuries were severe and critical. He said that the doctor had predicted that he could not guarantee the safety of my friend.

Hearing that information took me by storm, my legs trembled, and my tears filled my eyes. I hurried out of the room to go to the hospital. However, my parents prevented me from leaving even though I had explained everything without being reduced or added to it. They dragged me to my room and locked me in there. And what's worse is that my phone was confiscated. I could only cry in my room. No one cares about me.

It's the day I went to the hospital, but I didn't find 'her' there. When I asked a nun, they said my best friend was gone. I immediately went to her house. But again, it seems like the world is not on my side. There was no one in the house, not even the neighbors knew where my best friend's family was going. What is clear is that the body of my best friend was taken to one of his parents' villages.

Two days to months later, I would always visit the house. But there was no change, the house remained empty. And not a shred of information I got from the neighbors I met.

From that moment on. I hate my family. I'm getting naughty. Until, here I am. Behind the bars of the holy prison that society glorifies. Actually, the iron bars I mean are fences made specifically in the rooftop so that the clothesline of the students do not fall or fly because of the wind.

I exhaled. It feels so crowded even though I admit the air here is quite fresh. I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again. From here I can see around the cottage is the home of the people and the rest of the forest. The forest is still very thick. The forest was like a wall I had to knock down in order to get out, it was really hard to escape if I didn't know the way out. It looks more complicated than a labyrinth.

When I put my eyes to the right. Accidentally my eyes found a bunch of santri who were peeking at something from behind the building over there. The direction they peeked was towards the street where the road to the Mosque and Ndalem Abah were close to each other.

I'm curious.

Whoa! There is prey! - my cunning brain finds a way to alleviate the sadness a little.

"Sir, where are you going?" asked Farha who suddenly came.

"Hi, what else is it?" I was wondering, actually this is a trick. I could just go ahead and see what they're taking a peek at.

My hands skilfully tied the faces of those who were still snooping. To be honest, I wonder what makes them not aware that they think I'm tied to each other. But fuck with what they see. This is in my favor. I can keep tying them up.

"People taking a bath?" I asked one of the students but there was no answer. They're still focused.

I grinned when I had everything tied up without the knowledge of one of them. Now I break through them to the front row and see what happens. And there's nothing there. You weird santri-santri.

When I was about to turn around I accidentally found the figure of Gus Faiz down there. I understood and understood what they were seeing there.

"Hahahaha, you all ngintipin Gus Faiz?" my many. While I'm going high for Gus Faiz to hear. "Faiz! Uh, I mean Gus Faiz!" my yelling. And gotcha! He looked at me. I hinted him to wait, and he just watched me, according to.

When I turned towards the santri, they were crouching, covering their faces. Then I pulled one of them. “They want to know ama lo nih! Wear ngingip-ngintip!" my yelling. I intentionally pulled harder.

Automatically all those who do not want me to embarrass in front of Gus Faiz took the initiative to run away.

And …

Brug!

They all fell down. It turns out that my efforts to connect one face to another are very profitable and very pleasant. Seeing them fall makes me laugh. I turned to Gus Faiz at a glance, it seemed like he was smiling, noah.

"Ouchh.. Awwww.. Ishhh." they moaned at each other.

“Hahahahah! Rasain, it's good to work! Hahahaha.” I haven't finished my laughter all of a sudden I've got someone. I turned my head and found Linda there, she really was the most annoying manager. I couldn't accept it, I hired him back. Let the sky look strangely at me.

"Astaghfirullah, Ma'am! Istighfar, what did Mbak do until they fell like that?!” said.

"Composed, how am I? My intentions are good, want to nyampein their feelings to Gus Faiz, so do not need to look like that." I said. Defend oneself.

Linda let go of her hand and so did I.

His eyes immediately turned to the santri-santri who now looked down weakly afraid of being scolded or even threatened by the manager.

While Linda scolded her men with language that made my ears hurt. I immediately darted away. Leave my last entertainment here.