Holy Prison

PS 3 - Complaint

The red lace really took me to Abah Kyai's house. The house I first went to when it was delivered by my parents. I don't understand the meaning of that correction. Because my interpretations are so many, from the start of a symbol of seclusion, care, obliteration, and exile.

Thinking about it made me really hurt. Now I look back at the Red Lace. Looks like he's gonna complain to me. A very annoying attempt. Why should he complain? Can't we solve the problem ourselves? We can fight, we can catch each other's hair and make each other swear. He prefers the mute path by complaining about me.

I looked at him cynically.

“As-salamu ‘alaikum, Umi.” Salam, Si Red Lace. His tone was different when he spoke to me. This time it was polite. Really, I'm sick of seeing her being so pretentious being cheered on or muttered or something.

“Wa ‘alaikumus-salam wa rahatulli wa barakatuh. ” replied Umi. I know she's Kyai's wife, because it was during her family meeting there. He looked at me and smiled softly. Anyway, it's different from everyone I met in this cottage who kept looking at me with a look like saying ‘Dih, what's the shirt?’.

Seeing Umi's sincere smile, I smiled faintly. However, I hurriedly turned my face away for fear of being seen. My goal here is not to be a good boy, but my goal is to end my life as quickly as possible. Quietly, deep down, I thought of Mama. Ah, no, let's just say I never said it.

Si Renda Merah is now complaining using Javanese to Umi. From the length of his talk, I guess he started telling me everything. And from the way he showed me some moves I became more and more convinced he was making me guilty in Umi's eyes. I rubbed my ears hot. Soon the Red Lace said goodbye to Umi and came out, I hurriedly followed her from behind.

“Nindy, stay here, yes.” says Umi. My steps automatically stopped. He told me to sit next to him. I just patted my nape that wasn't itchy at all, I didn't feel good.

“Do Nindy know what a mistake Nindy just made?” ask Umi gently. I just nodded. Then he again said, “Do not repeat again, yes.”

“Sorry, but Nindy doesn't want to promise, Umi.” I said.

“Umi know Nindy son well.” said Umi again, this time he hugged me.

“Not as good as that, Umi.” Why this sentence is just spoken.

Umi smiled. “Nindy, have not prayed Isya right? Come on, pray with Umi.” said Umi while standing up. I don't want to follow him. He prepared a face for us. Then we went to the bathroom.

Arriving in the bathroom is quite spacious that I just scratch my neck that does not itch, it has been a long time I do not pray also wudu. So, I forgot the wudu movement sequence.

Oh my death! This face used to be freshly gargled what ears first huh? - Innerku.

“Follow movement, Umi, yes.” says Umi. He took the wudu in the tap of water right next to me. This bathroom happens to have 3 water taps. I also follow the Umi movement.

When wudu is finished. Umi taught me to pray. After that, we prayed with Umi as the priest. Finish praying Umi wears me hijab. I was silent, though in my heart I thought of the fate of my hair. I'll bet if every day I wear a veil or a mukena, my hair that is routine this treatment will definitely be damaged.

“Start tomorrow you pray here yes the same Umi.” said Umi.

Hearing that sentence I immediately wanted to leave from there. So, I got up and said goodbye, “Umi, Nindy came home first. Bye Umi!” I said. Straight out.

I kissed Umi's hand, then said, “Salam, uh assalamu’alaikum.”

“Wa ‘alaikumus-salam wa rahatulli wa barakatuh.” replied Umi, with a smile. I returned Umi's smile at a glance, then left.

After coming out of the Umi House, I frowned to find my pair of high heels had been parked neatly in front of the Umi House. Looks like the Red Lace guy put it down. I warmed my shoulders, put them on, then walked away from Umi's House. But in the middle of the corner I was confused. Now, in front of me there are 3 cottages whose shapes and colors are exactly the same.

“Aduh, why should this session my life?” I said while kneeling my temple.

“Turn hours 1.” sound it again. I immediately turned around, looking for the whereabouts of the young man, but there was no one. I must be crazy. But let it be, I'll follow that strange voice.

I pointed my feet, and the cursed voice showed me the right place. Apparently, even if it's cursed, it's still useful. I said it well because from inside the hut Farha ran towards me with a worried look.

“Yes Allah, Ma'am, Mbak it from anywhere?” ask Farha.

“Gue stray earlier, already ah, anterin me to the room, I sleepy!” I said.

“Eh, anu Mbak, but there is still one more time saw, Mbak” said Farha timid.

“Gue don't care.” I said straight in. I don't want Farha to take me to my room.

Arriving at the room, for a moment I observed the mat on which was given a pillow. I guess this is my bed. To make sure I turned towards Farha, she nodded in understanding. As my chest tightened, I began to imagine Sister Ulfa sleeping soundly on her luxurious bed. Comparing our circumstances makes my head even more dizzy.

In the room, some children who were also preparing to go to school invited me to talk. But I can only say, “Go! I want to sleep!”

Instead of leaving, this santri named Farha even approached me. I got pissed off half to death, "Gue said go ya go! You got ears, don't you?"

"But..." He's trying to say something.

"Gue said go." I said with great emphasis.

He finally complied and left. Why is it so hard to tell him to leave? Even if he wanted to leave when I first called the sentence, he would not have to hear my snaps and I would not have to spend extra energy to throw it away. Fucking weird.

I knew I didn't know myself because I took Farha into the room but I told her to leave. But let it be so. I really don't care about his feelings. Although there's a little bit of guilt in there but I'm trying to get me used to it. Maybe this kind of attitude is what has kept me going until now. I can say my arrogance is a defense.