Holy Prison

PS 2 - Wrong Target

“Mbak, wait, anu, iku, Mbak will not know the area here, later it can stray,” said Farha, he followed me. I just kept quiet. In my heart I justified his words, but I did not want to have friends. Because it'll hinder my actions.

“Gue is not senile and I still have a mouth to ask.” I said, ketus.

Farha ran to her room, maybe she was crying but I don't really care. That's none of my business. As I was about to descend the last rung of the stairs, a hand blocked me. When I turned to look at Farha again, she offered me a face-to-face superior that I believed belonged to her. I watched Farha at a glance, now she uses a brown lacy mukena.

“What does this mean? You asked me to pray, Huh?!” I shouted, in front of him. He shuffled a little, then thrust the face again.

“Iku, Ma'am, if here, out the cottage must use mukena.” great-grandchild.

“Kalo I don't want?” ask me with the ketus.

“Mbak, ndak can out hut.” says Farha again. Apparently arguing with me adds fluent Indonesian.

“Gue doesn't care! I want to go out! Move!” I said, passing Farha.

“Wear this veil, Ma'am.” said Farha, giving up giving me the face.

“OK, I will wear this veil but you can not follow me, if you still follow me, I will go without a veil.” I said. I accepted it, because I felt a little sorry for him. I wear it carelessly because I don't know how to wear it. Looking at the veil, I remembered school and my friends at school. Back in school, I never wore a veil on Fridays as I should, I only wore it when there was a passing Guru BK, because she is so killer and likes to attract Muslim students who do not wear a veil on Fridays. I just wear it original.

I immediately let go. Leaving Farha still there. The night has come. I don't know where to go. Even so I still want to go anywhere as long as it can disappear from this world, a selfish world, a world that is only concerned with one heart without caring about the other heart.

“What is lo lo loy-liat?” I snapped at some of the students watching me from top to bottom. Judging my appearance. But I don't give a shit. I'm going straight away.

***

Just a few steps away from the cottage, I heard an announcement using Arabic that I did not understand and ended with Javanese language that I could not also understand. Now I'm confused. This is what happens when we have no clear purpose. While being confused suddenly I saw the princess santri running around wearing a frilly mukena top. They brought prayer equipment, the Qur'an, and books covered in Arabic script.

I hid behind a tree, I know hiding behind a mango tree is not good because there must be residents up there who are observing. When my sanity began to re-awake, I thought that if the Inhabitant really did anything that was not, I would be grateful, and asked him to kill me. Unfortunately, I heard nothing from the trees. Maybe because this arena is a sacred place, so they have no intention of being here.

After no more students passed by, I came out of my hiding place. My mind says that this is a good time to start a suicide. Then, an idea came to my mind. I looked at the boarding house and wondered if the 4 floors could lead me to the afterlife. When I think it is quite potential, I also immediately sneak into the cottage because I believe not all students are in the mosque. I finally got to the top floor.

“Sial! Why should the top floor be tested anyway? Where do I jump from try?” I said growled.

I went down again, back under the mango tree with a feeling of being annoyed half to death. Then back to thinking sambal ruffled my head frustrated, “Did I jump from the 4th floor?” ask me to myself.

“Floor 4 just for you to enter the hospital.” said baritone voice, surprising.

“Hei! Can you speak Indonesian?” my yelling. I was so happy, especially when he spoke there was no impression of medhok in his language, it means most likely he is from Jakarta.

Since I got here, everyone has not spoken Indonesian, only Sang Kyai, Farha, and the Youth. Besides using Javanese and Arabic which I do not understand. In terms of language alone I feel like being banished to a planet like Mars that inevitably makes me more alone and lonely. A prison more prison than a prison.

Although I called many times, he still did not look. I stomped my feet annoyed. I was destined to be alone. Look, he's so arrogant and doesn't know karma. Seeing him move away, I got more upset. I took the high heels/high heels to my right, then threw them towards the young man who was about to turn into an alley.

PLETAKKK!

Damnit damnit! My throw just missed. –Four in my heart.

“Aduh!” ringis someone. My shoes hit someone else. She was a female santri who also wore purple lacy mukena, she crouched down while holding her head. I'm sure my high heels must have hit his head. He is not alone, he is accompanied by a princess who also uses mukena but red lace.

Furry, fuzzy, fuzzy.. Duh, how is it? Escape no? - my inner self.

However, my heart whispered an evil sentence to approach the two students, not to laugh at him or to nag him for my failure to teach the arrogant Youth a lesson. I went up to him, then crossed my arms around his chest. The Red Lace looked at me sharply, I stared back at him no less sharply. Then he began to observe my clothes from top to bottom and smiled cynically.

“Ngapain lo smile? Would you like me to take you to a mental hospital?” I said.

The Red Lace approached me. While speaking in Javanese language that I do not understand.

“By the way there is a wall!” myrag. Sambal was about to leave him. Suddenly, he blocked my arm. He pulled me towards his sobbing friend.

“Apologies, Ma'am!” his orders, with his medhok accent.

“What right do you ask me to apologize? After all, here, the aggrieved party is me. Try, if there are no you guys I can teach a lesson to that rancid guy!” I said, emotionally.

“I am the manager, Ma'am.” said Si Renda Merah, from his gaze Iau he was angry.

“Trus if you my manager must submit equally lo? Helos! Lo is not God.” I said.

“What's the trouble apologizing anyway, Ma'am?” ask The Red Lace.

“Gue is not wrong!” i said, snapping. I can't believe the Red Lace guy is back in my arms. Maybe he thinks I'm weak. To prove that I wasn't as weak as he thought I would throw it rough. But he did not give up. This time with his greater strength, he led me to a house that was the first place I visited here, Kyai House.