Holy Prison

PS 5 - Farha's Strange Behavior

After Farha left, I unpacked my closet. Then, take out all the contents. But everything is really fucked up! No clothes are really mine. All clothes consist of skirts with various motifs, flower covers, oversized clothes that are not my style at all, and various veils.

“Mending I wear these pants aja,” I said, then take the red shirt and bring it to the bathroom. I left my clothes in front of the closet.

After I finished my bath, I returned to wearing the levis pants I had worn from yesterday. Stupid time with cleanliness. To me wearing a gombroh skirt is the most horror part I ever imagined. Then I put on a big red shirt. Because I felt uncomfortable, I hurriedly took a long pasmina/veil, then I tore and braided to become a fashionable belt, then I wrapped it in the abdomen.

After getting dressed, I remembered my promise to Umi. Although I told him that ‘I did not promise’ but why do I feel that it was all a promise. As bad as I am, I will keep my word. I cursed myself who easily nodded her head in recitation of everything Umi said. It's all because of the Red Lace. If only he hadn't taken me to Umi's house, I wouldn't have gotten caught up in this ridiculous promise.

A santri stopped my steps and prevented me from using the Javanese language which made me dizzy, because I did not understand.

“What? I don't understand. Move!” I said haughty.

“Mbak, where is the veil?” tanyakanya.

“Above,” I said. “Awas!” continued, cold.

“Mbak used first the veil, can only come out.” he said again. He speaks Indonesian and is so organized, he must be a manager.

“Gue won't, awasss!” I shouted, got rid of him.

Without guessing santri in front of me even directly hugged me just like that. Oh my God, I'm still normal. I don't want to be hugged like this by women. The only person who has the right to hold me is Revan.

Revan? Uh! Yesaaa! Revann! Why don't I think the same of him? - Inner me.

I grabbed my pants and found my phone still there. In my heart I decided to call Revan after dealing with Umi. When busy flinching, I regained my senses when this Strange Santri said, “I beg you, Ma'am wear the hood yes, and change the skirt.” said Si Santri.

“Okay-okay fine!” I said, he finally let me go.

“Iya for veil and big no for skirt.”.

As he was about to protest, I quickly said. “If you protest I don't want to wear both.” I said threaten. He also gave up by thrusting the veil directly.

“Where's the greeting?” ask Umi, warm.

“Eh, ee as-salamu ‘alaikum.” I said clumsy.

“Wa ‘alaikumus-salam wa rahatulli wa barakatuh.” replied Umi while thrusting her hand then I immediately kissed her hand.

“Ayo Umi, we pray.” I said half pulled Umi's hand. Don't think I've been pious, certainly not. Even if I'm in this cabin all my life, I don't think I can ever change.

I just want to quickly finish praying and call Revan. I'll ask him for help. He loves me so much, so he would love to help me get out of here. That way, I can do anything and can disappear from the ‘happily’ me family.

***

“Gue can not pay, already there alone. I have important business,” I said.

“Anu Mbak, anu, if Mbak ndak come with me, I get a punishment from Mbak Linda, I'm afraid, Mbak.” said Farha again. His tone was so pitiful.

“Linda who dare to ngancem lo? Here I hit!” I said.

I can't stop thinking that Linda-Linda might threaten Farha with my excuse. It feels so unfair when we do something but other people are affected. I could've let Farha get punished but this time I'm having a little conscience. So, I intend to help him. Who is Linda-Linda who threatens the innocent Farha?

While walking, suddenly the sandals that Farha wore broke, then he asked me to wait for him in front of a hut that was still a few meters in front because he would borrow his friend's sandals in the hut. Shortly after, he came from the front.

“Mbak, beware!” pekik Farha's. Which now he comes from the front.

Hearing Farha's screeches I was immediately aware of my daydream. I who was in the middle of the road automatically looked back, looking for something that would hit me until I had to dodge or pull over. From behind there was no sign of a car or motorcycle hitting me. I was half-dead, being fooled by Farha, and I stared intently at her.

“Lo lie to me?” I asked, while draping my hand in front of my chest.

“Ndak dare, Ma'am. Come on, Ma'am, move aside, there's a son going through.” said Farha. He pulled me to the side of the road. I gawked trying to understand what the meaning of his words just now was.

Farha stood beside me with a face deliberately subdued, like fear that her face would be recognized by a kidnapper. Curious about what happened, I finally searched for the existence of ‘Putra’ which was very scary for Farha. My eyes caught the figure of the male santri who was walking towards us, our distance was still quite far.

I tried to find a red thread between the male figure who was still far away with Farha's screech that was calling me to pull over. I looked at the man who was getting closer. His body is not too big if Farha reasoned fear I was hit by a figure of a kingbrot who resembles a truck tronton that often passed by in Tanjung Priuk. Or maybe the guy bullied Farha? If not both of those reasons I think Farha is crazy.

I still do not understand, directly look at Farha, “Elo, why the hell?” I asked, to Farha who kept her head down.

“That, Ma'am, there's Putra.” he said again.

“Iya I know his name Son, so why do you take me aside? He's not as cool as it makes me crash, is it possible you've been bullied with him?” ask again. Now my focus is on Farha, not the man.

“The name is not Putra, Ma'am, Putra it's a term for santri men.” Farha said again. His eyes were still at home staring at the ground despite occasionally glancing at me, but did not dare to glance at the male santri who was getting closer.

“Ya keep the problem what, until lo nduk so?” my question is getting confused.

Farha.

“Wah, really absurd nih son. Udah ah, let's go again!” I said, drawing Farha's hand.

“There is a son, Ma'am.” said Farha again.

“Wah, it's hard to say the same bottle cap. Bodo very ah, I live aja.” I said I was leaving. However, my hand was blocked by Farha.

“Malu.” says Farha again.