Holy Prison

PS 41 - Hero of Misery

I really can't comment anymore. I don't think my problem is solved.

Not yet finished the old problem now I have been faced again with a new problem that is no less complicated.

Their thinking is really shallow. They believe that the last person in the room is the one who is responsible when there is money lost. Plus the results of the management stove-compositions are quite influential like Linda. Really a dirty thought.

I became curious about how much money it was until they seemed to disturb my sleep, pulled me up, accused, the owner so cry, and everyone present cornered me.

“Emang money which is how much?” my many.

“400rb, Ma'am, that's money for Supri's cottage for 4 months" said Tika, who is also next to Supri. Supri could only nod while crying.

Supri just needs to cry. For them 400k is really big money. Have I explained not that most of the students here are middle to lower class?

“Iya, Ma'am, give back Supri money, Ma'am, watch him.” Moza said.

“Iya, Ma'am. Restore, Mbak.” said the others. Agreeing with the side that suspects me.

The room was now a rowdy place all told me to return the money I did not take to Supri who was still crying as she pleased. I started to face them all. With emotion that never subsided I took my wallet in the closet and handed the 400k to Supri.

I hope that after giving the money to Supri, they can all stop harassing me. It feels so annoying to be accused like this. Really sucks.

“Thank you, it's him who took it!” said one of them. I don't know his name.

Now my head is getting dizzy instead of easing this tense situation, it turns out that after giving money to Supri, I was even more harassed by them because they were increasingly convinced that I was the perpetrator of the theft of Supri money. This reason is because other students will not have that much money.

“What is this?” ask Ulfa. Like a hero of misfortune. He came up to me and stared intently at the santri.

The drama queen comes again. I rolled a lazy eyeball.

“Adik Mbak has stolen money Supri.” said Nafiz, he who was silent now speak up.

“Cannot.” says Brother Ulfa. He defended. This was the first time he stood up to me in front of others, my heart was pinched. A little, a little.

“Oh, so this Mbak is Nindy's brother?” ask Linda. He obviously didn't like to see the two of us.

“Iya! He's my brother and I'm sure he wouldn't do such a despicable thing” said ka Ulfa.

“Alright, I'll give you one question. If your answer is yes it means your sister is a thief, but if you say no me and the santri-santri here will apologize to Nindy.” Linda said.

“Quick ask!" said Ulfa. Is he really sincerely defending me? Am I still in the dream? Why does this world look so real?

"But you have to be honest" Linda said again.

"I promise to be honest" said Brother Ulfa steadily.

I am starting to expect a lot.

“What parents can give money to Mbak Nindy 400rb more in cash?” ask Linda.

My brother just kept quiet. Confused to say anything. He certainly still remembers that money, goods and ATM cards have been returned to Jakarta. I tried to convince her that I really didn't make such a mistake.

“That's my money.” I said.

Ulfa was silent, her tears dripping. I knew only up until here did he defend me. She must not have believed that I really didn't. Linda smiled cunningly at her place. He came back to find me. But now Linda's gaze turned to Farha.

His style was just imaging. I'm really sick of it.

"That's right. Her sister aja nangis means Sister Nindy ndak given money by her parents." exclaimed Linda, happy.

It feels like his mouth really wants to rip.

“Ndak Mbak, ndak possible. Nindy's mom might not have taken something that wasn't hers. Although I do not know exactly what happened but my heart says that Mbak Nindy will not do it.” said Farha.

“Dengerin me, you were with supri right? And you also see that Madam Nindy in this room alone?” said Linda. Farha. He seemed to hold back crying. I looked at Farha iba. Here are the victims of my slander, but why was Farha cornered?

"Already, Mbak-Mbak already. Even though I'm sure Ms. Nindy is not a thief, she has returned Supri's 400k. It shouldn't be extended anymore" Arum said. How brave this little boy is.

"Lha, we're not extending. Just what's his name. Clarification, seeking clarity." Linda said.

"Whatever you want to say. I already love 400rb even though I didn't steal Supri's money. Now take your friends out. Noisy." said Linda.

"Yes, Ma'am. Disperse!" arum and Farha.

“Come, Mbak-Mbak we disperse!” said Linda.

Finally this Medusa came out as well. In my heart I thank Arum and Farha who continue to defend me. Unlike my brother who only became a hero of misfortune who did not really intend to become a hero. Repugn.

All returned to their rooms. I'mtired. I just want to kill myself. Really want. Or else I'd really like to escape with Aaron as soon as possible.

I really wonder why problems always come in so many ways. I feel like anything I've ever felt isn't enough to torture me.

Tomorrow what else, Lord? - I am tired.

“Mbak, please answer me. You didn't take the money, did you?” ask Farha. Arum is also waiting for my answer.

“Ya is not it, why do I take the money Si Supri? I'm naughty but if I take something that doesn't belong to me. I still have a brain.” I said.

They both listened to me. Relief from the look of both.

“Now it's up to you, I don't want you to believe” I said.

“Why Mbak resigned just returned the money Supri, Mbak. It should not be, Mbak.” is now Arum's turn that does not accept.

“Lo see sendirkan earlier, elo friends more hear what the Linda said than me, continue to do what else I digembela selam?” I said.

I'm pinching my temple. I'm not strong enough to be here anymore. I want to be free. From everything.

“Gue come out first, not on follow me.” I said.

I'm ready to see the rumor of the santri who thinks I'm a thief. Hot hearts. Especially when Sister Ulfa even trust Linda people have just known her than I was her own sister. It turns out that Ulfa is still the old one. Which is still the same as Ulfa before. The apology that came out of his lips along with the words that he would not repeat it again turned out to be just a fictitious story.

And behold. Justright. The santri looked at me with a very irritating look to my eyes. I could have hit them every time I passed but I still had a conscience even if it was just a little. Anyway I want to make trouble.

I reached into my shirt pocket. Then I found pieces of paper. I quickly remembered Aaron. Only he can help me get out of here. Even though Aaron told me to wait. But I don't think I can wait anymore. I have to see Aaron.

I also rushed towards the santri putra complex. I don't know where the side of that place is. But I'm not stupid. I can follow the direction santri putra came when he came to the mosque. Must be a complex they're from there. I realize this is reckless. Especially surely the santri putra complex also has many buildings called complexes like santri putri.

Even though I don't know which complex or which room I'm in, I have to stay there. Just try.