Holy Prison

PS 34 - Mysterious Figure

After leaving Gus Faiz I also decided to go to the room. Now I have no doubt. Notah what spice Gus Faiz used on his words until I just obey.

“Mbak Nindy, anu, Mbak, later exchange mukena yes, Mbak.” said Tika. Now my friend is enslaving. They forgot about my hatred for once getting Gus Faiz punished.

They all seem to be very welcome to me. I can only smile when I think about why I didn't start like this. Am I really going to change?

We all share. When one of us I mean besides me, of course, there are those who are visited by relatives (here they call it bustelan) must be relatives who bring food. And we're in this room definitely getting the rations.

For example, last night, the mother of Nafiz came carrying young coconut ice in a big plastic bag. The head of my room immediately borrowed a basin to pour the iced coconut water and we 27 (because Nafiz has his own) clashed with each other spoon in order to enjoy the coconut ice with a lot.

Feels weird. I wasn't even disgusted as I continued to gather with those who were already like starving zombies. At first, he was doubtful, and had a feeling of disgust. However, the room children managed to persuade me, until I tried this coconut ice and began to eliminate the disgust. Ever since here I have felt my stomach always wanting to be pampered. Whatever food I was given why it always tasted good. I felt my eyes begin to green to look at food, just like a starving person and more precisely like a person who has just seen food for the first time. It's sad but that's what happened.

“Judah take it, it's on top of the closet.” I said.

“Mbak Nindy, anterin me yuk, Ma'am, would like to give lace to my face.” said Farha.

“Now?” my many. Farha nodded.

We also went out of the cottage. And started walking towards the place where the tailor mothers were when I bought clothes. After ordering what color to wear for the lace, Farha handed her face that had just dried out from the laundry. The lace was broken, so he wanted to replace the lace. After that we both stayed.

“Mbak, in Jakarta there is Monas huh, Ma'am? I was passing by then, Mbak.” said Farha. He started to get curious again about the atmosphere of the capital.

“Iya, there's Monas. Keep you in the monas?” my many.

“Unfortunately, Ma'am. According to the book I've read we can climb on top of Monas huh, Ma'am? He said if we go up, we can see all of Jakarta, Ma'am?” ask Farha. Eyes twinkling. It seems that he really wants to visit monas.

“Iya so play to Jakarta." I said.

“When I go to Jakarta I go to Ma'am's house, Mbak hehehe" said Farha.

I smiled wryly. ‘At home mbak’ why it feels so striking this phrase. Farha who began to realize my expression looked wrong. Wait for. Why should he be misbehaving?

“Sorry, Ma'am.” says Farha.

“Apologies for what?” my many.

Suddenly I want to pee.

"Far, I go to the toilet first." I also ran intending to go to the nearest cottage complex.

BRUUUGGS!

I accidentally hit someone.

“Sorry-sorry-sorry.” said. I actually accidentally hit someone.

At first I thought it was Gus Faiz because I once accidentally hit him. It's sad when I think of Gus Faiz.

I hit a santri with a yellow veranda mukena. He hurriedly left before I could see his face. Santri freak. Am I a ghost? Hey, where is a ghost as pretty as me?

“Wait!” my yelling.

Santri was not flinching. He continued walking even adding to his stepping density. He looks so scared. But I seem to have seen it, the gesture, no stranger.

Ah, yes he was also a santri who at that time I was punished with Gus Faiz. But who is he? - I in my heart.

“Far, you saw santri just now, right? Who's she?” my many.

We continued our journey in silence. I don't want to bring up trifles like that. It's useless and doesn't make me very curious either.

Instantly our steps stopped.

From the opposite direction came a bunch of santri men complete with sarongs, cocoa clothes, peci, broom, and Al-Qur’an in each of their right hands.

“Yes Allah, Ma'am, how are we?” tanya Farha started to panic.

Our position has arrived in front of Ndalem Abah.

“Kok they can enter the princess area?” my many.

“It looks like the pilgrimage, Ma'am. Uh, what does puriin eat, huh?” farha. Ask with yourself.

“Mbak, I'm afraid.” said Farha. Farha began to get scared because santri was getting closer. The place of pilgrimage that Farha referred to was next to the Mosque so inevitably they would definitely pass through us. I looked to the right. And one idea came into my head.

“Byok come with me!” I immediately pulled Farha to enter Ndalem Abah.

“As-salamu’alaikum.” salamku. So too with Farha.

And the first sight I saw was Umi who was sitting together with yellow lacy santri. That's her! I approached them still with Farha's hand which suddenly turned the temperature cold in my grasp. Maybe the effect of meeting santri putra earlier. Very hyperbole in my opinion but that is the nature of Farha and other princess santri when faced with a son.

I kissed Umi's hand. After that look towards the santri mengukena yellow lace. My smile that had just risen instantly disappeared like being swallowed by the earth.

BROTHER ULFA! - I shouted in my heart.

He was so surprised. Just like Umi and Farha who look so tense.

“Kak Ulfa?” I said. My voice suddenly stuck in my throat.

I, who was quick to figure out the situation, immediately chose to leave.

“Nindy, Nindy was horrified first, Nindy!" said Ulfa. Full of panic.

My brain began to rotate the scene where I often saw the figure of a mysterious princess who was always frightened when I met this. And today, this second, in this house, everything is clear, he Ulfa. If Sister Ulfa was here all that time, then Sister Ulfa knows that I didn't really get away from these pounds.

If Ulfa is here, it means Mama and Papa must know everything. And stupidly I did not realize also that Umi who incidentally is Mama's best friend must have told everything to Mama. And why does Farha look tense? Oh, I don't want to think anymore. And if that's true. Gus Faiz has lied to me.

Congratulations, Gus!-Batinku.

Ulfa kept chasing me out. I'm turning.

“What Mama and Papa know?” my question, with cold. Hart's sick. So hurt.

Who does not hurt when we entrust everyone but the people we trust are betrayed?

Ulfa's tears flooded her cheeks. I don't want to see him anymore. He's nodding.

"Don't follow me." I said.

I can't speak anymore. And I ran straight to the cottage. I don't care about the son santri who still throngs the streets in front of Ndalem Abah. The world is selfish! The world would never side with me.

How dirty is this body that I have to cry over these pains? A traitor! - My curse is in the heart.