Holy Prison

PS 24 - Punishment

Hearing Abah's scream, I was very scared. I was so scared that I didn't dare say a word to explain everything. My mouth is locked, and so is Gus Faiz. I'll bet you feel the same way. We just kept quiet. There are many feelings that I feel right now like shame, fear, trembling.

This time I felt this kind of feeling. Feeling guilty and ashamed at the same time. However, because of the silence is not always golden, I chose to vent to look up and answer Abah's question. I know Abah is very angry, but everything has to be straightened out even if it's not really straight.

“N-nindy is wrong, Abah.” I said.

I'm not lying. This is all really my fault. I am the source of this error. Starting with me who is not fasting, jealous, to do impulsive actions. I don't want Gus Faiz to bear all my mistakes. Just like Farha was. I don't want anyone to take my mistakes. Besides, if I don't hug her, none of this will happen.

“Faiz is wrong, Abah." said Gus Faiz.

I hurriedly looked towards him. He's really stupid. On what basis did he say he was guilty? I tried to threaten him through my eyes. However, he only glanced at me oblivious to my threat.

Moments later, the rain suddenly stopped. Totally nauseating. As if intentionally toying with and laughing at me. After stopping without cue, without cue, and without reason. The sun was back on us. As if we were a stage play.

"Nindy hugged Gus Faiz, Bah." I said. Defending that Gus Faiz not receive punishment.

"That bill, Faiz?" abah asked Gus Faiz.

"Faiz didn't try to let go of his embrace, Abah" said Gus Faiz, steady.

Idiotically. Really stupid. Gus Faiz said the impossible. He's a good guy. Everything he said was wrong. I racked my brain again to give Abah an explanation so that only I was punished.

“You two join Abah to the Mosque!” said Abah. Go ahead of us.

We followed him from behind.

***

Here we. Stuck between thousands of female santri on my right and the male santri on Gus Faiz's left. We are both serving our sentences. We were both on display in the front square of the mosque barefooted. The condition of the field that is no longer grass makes the floor of this field very hot burning hot sun.

I kept glancing at Gus Faiz hoping our eyes met. I have something to tell you. Gus Faiz finally glanced at me, then smiled while nodding incongruously. That's a sign he's okay. I replied with an insignificant nod anyway.

Now, I look at my feet that don't have anything. The field is now much hotter, plus barefoot. Really hot. Until I think I won't be able to hold it. My feet are so red. I kept trying to tiptoe out the heat but it didn't help much. I feel like I want to run away. Wherever now.

An hour later Abah came from the opposite direction to us. He's not alone. He was with some of his favorite students. The children were carrying buckets of black water. The closer I got, the more I smelled an unpleasant smell. The water was very dirty and smelly. Santri-santri who are here directly close their noses to avoid the unpleasant smell of the bucket.

Although stinky. They're not leaving. They seem to be very curious about what will happen to us. What else Gus Faiz who incidentally Abah's son will be punished. This makes their curiosity higher. From this incident I realized it was like this was a spectacle. Maybe next time when I'm in their position I'd rather not look. Because one pair of eyes made me so intimidated.

Arriving in front of us, Abah said something to Gus Faiz in fluent Arabic. And Gs Faizpun answered him in the same language. All the santri fell silent, very curious about what Abah said. Gus Faiz nodded. Then Abah looked at me, as if asking for approval that I myself did not know what this all meant. I glanced at Gus Faiz looking for help. I don't understand what Abah said. Then I saw Gus Faiz gesturing me to nod. I also nodded. Resignedly.

Abah recited the prayer, each santri raised his hand as well as the man beside me. Since I started to be able to read the atmosphere I finally followed in their footsteps. I raise my hand when I'm done. Abah immediately flushed Gus Faiz with the dirty water.

I gasp. This is beyond my prediction. I don't want Gus Faiz to be punished. I don't want Gus Faiz to be flushed with a water-comberan. I don't want Gus Faiz to admit to a mistake he didn't make. I intended to run but suddenly my hand was held by two people. On the right and on the left

“Change! Gus Faiz is not wrong Abah, the wrong Nindy Abah!” my yelling. My tears are starting to harden.

I kept thrashing, asking to be let go. I really can't see Gus Faiz. Although struggling with all his might, the power of these two santriwati is very strong. I looked to the right and to the left. Turns out Linda and one of her friends I don't know her name. "Lipaas!"

My hands were clutched hard, "Lepasin Iuee!" I shouted that no one would notice. I continued to cry until I roared for release.

"This is not true, Abah! Nindy please." I said again hoarsely. It was as if my voice was meeting its weakest point.

“Change, Nindy please abah! Gus Faiz is not salaaahh!” hysterical shouting.

My tears are really heavy. But Abah still doesn't care about me. He continued to water his son until the water in the bucket was not left.

Now it's my turn. It was evident with Abah walking up to me. However, when Abah arrived in front of me, Gus Faiz exclaimed in Arabic eloquently. Damn thousand shit. I don't understand anything. Whether it's Javanese or Arabic, there's nothing I can understand. I wish I understood what Gus Faiz and Abah said. It's gotta be different.

I kept watching their conversation. They ended with Abah now approaching Gus Faiz with my dirty water.

Don't-don't.- My Inner.

I'm shaking. Can't do. Can't do.

Abah must have poured that water on Gus Faiz. This is not true. Can't do.

Shortly thereafter Abah flushed Gus Faiz with the dirty water of my rations. I can't stand to see it. I saw Abah going to flirt with Gus Fair with one last dipper.

"Deliver!" my yelling. This time Linda and her friend were off guard. So, I immediately ran towards Gus Faiz.

I immediately ran to embrace him. The state of him who sits makes me able to hug his head and I make my body shield so that the dirty water no longer hits him.

"Mom, Nindy!" linda and her friend are trying to hold me.

BYURPR!

The dirty water landed on my body. After a few seconds I returned to drag Linda and her friend. Now their hands are exposed to dirty water.

I wept. This dirty water is very smelly and successfully makes me nauseous. What I'm going through isn't as extreme as Gus Faiz. Look at him, how could he be such a fool. It turned out that their conversation was about Gus Faiz who wanted to ease my punishment. Stupid jerk. Really stupid. I'll bet he'll get another punishment for that.

After the water has run out. Abah advised us all-out and warned all students not to follow in our footsteps, then after that Abah left us both in the middle of this increasingly hot field.

At the end of there is Farha. His eyes are very red. Her tears did not stop. Is that worried you Farha? He is not my brother, not my brother, not my mother. Behind Farha was a santri who was no stranger to me, I seemed to know him even though I had not seen his bowed face. He must be one of the Gus Faiz fans who mourn his idol who is being punished in front of all the students. Because I'm too tired, I don't care. I'm back down.

“Are you okay?” ask Gus Faiz. With eyes straight ahead.

I really don't dare to look at him. I kept my head down until my eyes were only on my feet, which were again feeling the heat. The weather is getting hotter, making the dirt water start to dry.

“So-sorry.” I said down. I set aside my pride to apologize to Gus Faiz.

An hour passed with our condition is still the same, the difference is now the head of Gus Faiz bald because 30 minutes ago Abah himself who was gunning his son's head mercilessly. Me and Gus Faiz were kept away, I was on the left and Gus Faiz on the right. The other students are welcome back to their homes. While me and I Faiz are being watched by Abah's favorite son.

I could no longer hold back my body that was truly smelly than a rotten egg. I even vomited a few times from kissing my own clothes. This punishment agreement is up between the times someone faints. And I'm starting to know who's gonna faint first.

Dann...

BRUGGS!

I'm.