Holy Prison

Holy Prison
PS 38 - Shadow of Inspiration 3



I chose to be quiet, closing my eyes. No, I just want to really meet Ilham. I want to eat, drink, or take medicine. Hopefully this way I can get sick and soon follow Inspiration.


"Sir, I-I've brought Inspiration" said Arum.


Hearing Arum's voice carrying Inspiration I hurriedly opened my eyes. When I opened my eyes, the room was a little dark. It seemed, Arum told the roommates to close the room window, and close the door.


I spread the view. Someone wearing a black sheath walked over to me. My eyes can't catch his face. Is he not Ilham? My eyes are really blurred.


"Ilham.." I said.


He just shut up. "Bring me, Ham. Take me! Come on, we need to get out of here as soon as possible." I said, shaking the arm that was covered in cocoa.


"It's me." Someone's voice.


I let go of my hand. Close my eyes and close my ears. I must be crazy. Because the voice I heard was like that of Gus Faiz.


"Go!" my yelling.


"Go!" my yelling. Cowering. Not wanting to see or hear his voice.


"Sttts.. Ma'am, I beg you, don't scream." Arum's voice sounded. His voice was very frightened and panicked.


"Tell him away." I said softly.


The sound of the door opening. Who is coming this time.


"But An.." his voice hung.


"Surge!" someone's voice.


"Bak, the real Mas Ilham came" said Arum.


"Ilham?" I said.


"It's me." Turns out this time it wasn't even Inspiration.


I didn't move until someone held my hand that was still attached to my ear.


"Don't touch her!" yelled Gus Faiz.


Aaron ignored the voice. "Open your eyes, Nin. It's me." said Aaron again. This time I opened my eyes. My tears are dripping.


"I told you not to touch him!" Faiz pulls Aaron.


"Lo wants him dead, huh?" Aaron pushed Gus Faiz. "After what you did to him, now you feel concerned?" aaron snapped at Faiz.


"Wooh, Mas Ilham, Gus Faiz, that's it." Farha and Arum tried to break them up.


I could only look at them blankly. "That's it, Nin!" exclaim Gus Faiz. He ran towards me without touching me.


"Surge!" aaron's voice again.


"You have no right to him at all" said Gus Faiz.


"Lo's more ineligible." Aaron's voice.


I really can't say anything.My body seems to be silent, not responding to anything. I felt like I wanted to scream at Gus Faiz and Aaron, but I could only shut up. Suddenly everything was dark.


***


"Mbak, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie, Ma'am. I regret hiding the truth." Farha's voice.


"What's good, Ma'am?" arum Voice.


There's no answer. Looks like Farha won't answer.


"I know opo problems. But, nek olih nein saran mending Mbake lunga disit bae. Ben I'm guarding." Arum's voice.


I don't hear anything anymore. There was just the sound of a step approaching, like someone pulling a chair and sitting looking at me.


"I'm sorry, Ma'am. I think the son's santri is Ilham. So, I asked the room boy to come with him for Ma'am. But apparently no one knew Mas Ilham, so I asked Gus Faiz to help find him. Let me eat" he said.


Momentary silence.


"Sir, you know? I'm the same room boy who finished up with the punishment for cleaning the pool. Because of the fear of bringing Gus Faiz with Mas Aaron to the room. Haha. You know, Ma'am. We all love the same, Mother. The proof, when punished his roommates Ma'am, no one protested. Everyone is worried about it" he said.


This time he rubbed the back of my hand.


"They can't get in here, ma'am. I think they also get punishment in the son's cottage" he said again.


I don't want to trust anyone anymore.


***


I was still under a thick blanket. In this room with Tika who happens to be not praying. I was still silent, there was nothing I could say from yesterday. I just want to be quiet. My body temperature is starting to normal. Today I am fasting. Whether I am satisfied or not. I'm sure I don't want to do anything for now. No appetite for what else to talk.


I still think I should how? I don't want to meet or deal with my family. It hurt too much when they came back to my life. Heart hurts. So sick that I remembered their names, my brain gave me a stern warning that I had been thrown out without a heart.


“Mbak, no guests.” says Tika in. He went in with Ulfa. I can only take a long breath. Pretending to sleep.


What are you dating for, brother? Belom satisfied to make my heart hurt? –inku.


“Nindy..” says Brother Ulfa ogled. I could feel him sitting next to me. There was no sign of Tika's existence, this fact was very detrimental to me. “Kakak, sorry." he continued.


I still pretended to be asleep. Hope Brother Ulfa gets out of here. I still want to calm my mind. I secretly pray that the children of the room who are teaching rush home and they can expel Brother Ulfa from here. I'm sick of hearing his voice. Hate was already imprinted in my mind, even though there was a hint of longing as well.


“So I don't know if you're not sleeping. Sister just wanted to say that..,” her words were cut off by the sound of dozens of feet of steps.


Please, Lord. - my inner.


Brug-brug-brug! “Hahahhaa.” that noise saved me.


“Eh, Ma'am, who? Nindy's guest, huh?” ask Nafiz.


And so they all started chatting with Sister Ulfa. Until they all knew I was his sister. Keep saying that I'm lucky to have a sister like her. In my closed eyes I could only sigh. Suddenly something shook my body. I really don't want to wake up.


“Mbak, wake up, soon Magrib, I'm ready for the food.” said someone I know it was Farha. I don't want to wake up. Ulfa's still there. I set my eyes on a piece of rice with an asem vegetable side dish and 1 fried tempeh.


Sister Ulfa said goodbye to me and the others. And after the departure of Ulfa, the voice of Azan was heard. Everyone offers prayers. Then drink to cancel the satisfied, pray and eat together with the jokes that accompany them. I smile occasionally to respond to him.


My body still feels excruciating but I thought that if I had permission to be in the room, Brother Ulfa would definitely come to this room again. I don't want this to happen. So, I decided I would go to the prayers of the isha and the congregation tarawih. With them I have an alibi to ignore his whereabouts.