Holy Prison

PS 4 - Tragedy Flush

“Mbak, wake up, take a shower! It's 3 o'clock, it will be crowded bathroom.” said Farha.

Hearing Farha who looked like she wouldn't give up if I didn't wake up, I woke up. I feel like I'd love to catch Farha's head who keeps waking me up by saying unimportant things like ‘after 3’. What exactly is the reason he took me to take a shower at 3am? And what does it mean that the bathroom will be crowded? My brain thinks fast. Suddenly it came to my mind a film about the santri who had to line up every time I wanted to take a shower. Nope, no.

“Lo crazy huh? Why did you wake me up at this hour? If you want to take a shower, take a shower there do not take me!” i said, annoyed. I think this is a reasonable response, because no human being in this world would want to wake up at 3am just to stand in line to take a shower. In fact, back when I took the Student Leadership Basic Training (LDKS), my friends and I were just awakened at half 6.

After being content to nag. I decided to throw my body back into the bed, but unfortunately I forgot that my back never tasted the sweetness of the mattress here. Because, what welcomes my back is only a thin mat and a pillow.

Bugs!

Holy hooch! My back! - I cried out in my heart.

I wanted to scream in pain, but I was so ashamed. The only thing I can do right now is raise the blanket and sleep.

BYUURRR!

“Anjirrrr! Why are you nyiram me?” I shouted at a santri who used a green lacy mucena who had just doused me with water. I rubbed my face rough. Then look at him sharply.

“Please excuse me, Ma'am. We've woken up Mbak from earlier but Mbak ndak also woke up. Here the rules are like this, if ndak can be awakened in a good way, I flush.” said Si Renda Hijau.

“Whose dare to smear me?” my question, with emotion.

“Manager, Ma'am.” said with a sinless face that fed me up.

“Lo is just a manager! Just so you know yes, I just never flush me if I wake up at 12 noon! And now? Elo who is just a manager that I do not know what special thing dare I use water?” I asked with emotion.

Whatever the reason, I don't accept being treated like this. I consider his actions so arbitrary and I must teach him a lesson. I got up and pulled his hand, “Ikut I lo!”

I intend to take her to the bathroom that is downstairs. The man who was in his hand had already moved into my hand.

I dragged him down the stairs, the other students followed me. Curious about what happened. On the way, one of the santri called something to Si Renda Hijau using Javanese, then replied Si Renda Hijau. No matter what he said, the santri who asked immediately left us. I glanced at the look of The Green Lace, her face pale with tears breaking, her hands in my grasp shaking. In my heart I mocked him, so crybaby. Where is the braver figure like that?

Shortly after, the two of us who were still followed by santri-santri kepo arrived on the ground floor. This cottage has one ground floor that is used as a bath (to the right) and a place to take wudu (to the left). These two places are separated by a long pool. In this bathroom, there is no water tap, there is only a large paralon perforated at the front every 30cm, this hole that will be used to take water wudu, he said, it is coated with plastic when not in use.

I pulled The Green Lace into one bathroom cubicle. He looks so scared. Although I see it clearly, but I still do not pay attention to it. Let this be a lesson for him so as not to feel pretentious in power.

“Sorry, Ma'am, pain.” The Green Lace's whimper as I get stronger gripping his arm.

“Lease! Leasin!” I shouted, trying to rebel.

“Mbak, gone too far!” yelled santri who was no longer a stranger to me. He is the Red Lace guy who took me to Umi's house last night.

“Heh! Lo again-lo again! Temen you first who watered me! I'm not wrong, why are you tugging at me?” I said, defend yourself.

“That rum just wants to wake up Ma'am who doesn't want to wake up!” the Red Lace. Even though he was very angry, he still controlled his emotions.

The dawn adhan also reverberated. The Red Lace released my hand, and was about to bring the Green Lace, exclaiming, “Everything to the Mosque now! Who is still here I takzir!”

Hearing the word takzir all the santri left. What a great word that santri was so afraid when he heard it.

When everyone was gone, Red Lace looked at me sharply, this time with a casual look. I glanced at his hand which he began to hold firmly until his fingernails turned white, “Mbak Nindy, please take a shower right now. Excuse me first.” he said then go with Si Renda Hijau. He did not say hello. Maybe it was his anger.

I just shrugged, indifferent. With my condition half wet, I also returned to the room. I have to take a shower if I don't want to get sick. Pain only slows down the process of suicide. On the way, some santri who saw me immediately rushed into the room. Maybe in their minds I was a scary monster to avoid.

“Mbah Nindy, Ma'am ndak papa?” asked Farha, a little surprised.

“Lo not to Mosque?” my question, confused.

“Anu Mbak, I, I skipped, scared Mpa why-why.” said Farha. He was wailing like a thief who was afraid of being discovered.

I opened the wardrobe that was already mine when I first came here. But after I opened the closet. I'm appalled.

“What the fuck is my closet full of ginian clothes?” my yelling. Farha. Looks like only Farha will not be afraid of me.

“It was indeed the Ma'am shirt, I myself took it out and folded the Mbak shirt from the suitcase that Mama Mbak brought.” said Farha. He approached me. I can't blame him either. Because this must be Mama's plan.

“Lo to Masjid!” I said.

“But.” Farha seemed to object.

“Lo want to go to the Mosque or want me to flush the Arum-Arum?” my, ketus. I don't want him to be naughty because of me. My sins are too much and I don't want to add to it by bringing bad influence to Farha. Enough me.

“Eh, iy-iya mbak, I go to the mosque first. As-salamu ‘alaikum.” says Farha. Hurry away. He also has a fear of me.