I'm Not a Wild Grass

Theft at Angkot (POV Laila)

During these two days, I painstakingly avoided Kiyano.

I left early in the morning. While when the clock came home, I had prepared a change of clothes that I kept somewhere other than base camp. So Kiyano couldn't find me at the time I was supposed to be at base camp.

Several times I also got a message from Kiyano to go to his workspace, which he left to OB colleagues or other staff. But I don't mind him.

But, only two days of this hide-and-seek game I did, I was already feeling tired and confused myself about to hide where else.

If Kiyano starts looking everywhere for me. Maybe I will be arrested by Pak Satpam office guard because of the decree from Kiyano. So it's like a fugitive.

Tuesday night, I was finally able to confide in Nunik as well.

Via phone, I told my whole journey, Kiyano and Bella to my best friend.

After listening to my curses, Nunik again nagged me.

"Lais..Lail. whose name is the problem must be faced, lah, il. If Lail keeps running from problems, it won't be a problem that can be solved."

"After all, Lail hasn't heard Kiyano's version of the story, has she? Why Lail didn't try to take Kiyano first. Sometimes there is just a misunderstanding" said Nunik.

"To Nun's knowledge, il. If a man drops a talaq on his wife, then the man is free to immediately remarry another woman."

"While for the wife is subject to an iddah period, or waiting period. It was during this waiting period that he was not allowed to marry. And the woman must also remain under the same roof as her husband, as well as serve the daily needs of the husband as she used to do. Like preparing clothes and breakfast, and other needs, except husband and wife relationships are not allowed."

I heard Nunik's explanation carefully. Then he replied, "But Nun, most people if it has been done already have moved. Berantem little with husband, straight home to his parents. How is that?" Ask me a curious.

"Actually, a woman is not allowed out of the house without her husband's permission. Unless the husband threatens her safety and is violent towards her, she is allowed to leave the house without her husband's permission,"

"Even when she is being stabbed, if her husband does not allow her to leave the house, then she is not allowed to leave the house. Both of them still have to live under the same roof but in different rooms during the iddah period" said Nunik at length.

"Ooh.. is it really complicated, Nun? Atuh if you have split up and split up. Why try to stay under the same roof if it doesn't fit!" I'm slutty.

"Not complicated, il.. Precisely this is a preventive action that has been regulated by our religion in order to minimize the occurrence of divorce caused by misunderstandings. The name is married, there must be a problem. But it is also a test of life from God. How two people of different backgrounds and characters can build a whole house called marriage, with all the problems."

"Marriage is also part of faith. And Allah hates divorce, though He also allows it to happen for certain reasons. While most marriages today it's more the temptation of her emotions. A little angry, run away.. A little difference of opinion, blurred. That is why when we love someone, we must base it on love and fear for God. So God is also the one who will maintain and foster our relationship with a partner, if indeed he is a good match for us, La."

"Ooh. hmm. thank you, Nun. He became enlightened. Until the hungry stomachs of La Dengerin lecture his Ustadzah Nun. Hehe.."

"Indeed, Lail hasn't eaten yet?" Ask Nunik from across the phone.

"Yet. It was directly ngebel you just when you reply to my chat,"

"Yes, already. If so Lail ate first. We continue sometime again his chat. God willing.,"

"OK on, Nun. Thanks yeah. Hh. I can do what Laila is without the advice of Nun the Supreme Master," I teased my best friend.

"Iishhkm.. Lail likes lebay. Yes already. Nun hang up. Aryo has come home like that."

"Assalamu'alaikum, Lail!"

"Wa'alaikumussalam. warohmatullah.."

Clik.

After hanging up the phone call with Nunik, I got up and went to the kitchen for dinner.

In my heart, I began to self-destruct. That tomorrow, I will meet Kiyano and talk at length with him. Only then will I consider our relationship for the future.

***

The next morning, I woke up with a fresh mind and body.

Remembering that there was a conversation I had with Nunik last night, please at last for the solution of my love problem and Kiyano also manifested in the heart.

I still leave early in the morning like yesterday. And I haven't met Kiyano.

Because it's the end of the month, I have to be a bit frugal so I decided to just ride the angkot to the office.

Inside the angkot, I sat next to a middle-aged mother who looked quite stylish. In addition to the mother, there is also one other mother with a toddler child that he holds, as well as a young man in his late teens.

One time, the young man sitting by the door signaled that he was going down. And, when the angkot had stopped, suddenly the young man who was about to step out of the angkot, instead took the handbag belonging to the stylish-looking mother who sat in front of him.

Everything happens so fast. The young thief immediately ran away with his booty bag earlier. The mother screamed for help when she realized her handbag had been stolen away.

I who witnessed the incident spontaneously just came down from the angkot to pursue the thief earlier. While shouting all the way "thief! A thief! Stop you!"

I wish someone would hear my screams and help me snatch the thief.

My distance from the thief is not too far. Then, at one point the thief fell as he looked back, at me. I took the opportunity and accelerated my run.

The thief hastily awoke, but his booty bag was stuck on a sidewalk that was a small pole about the size of an adult's knee.

In the end I managed to reach the place of the thief. And there was an act of pulling a bag between me and the thief.

The next second, the thief pulled something out of the bottom pocket of his pants. A fairly long dagger. The thief then attacked me with the dagger. And I, who had not avoided it, finally received a stab in my stomach.

Instantly, my grip on the handbag slipped and the thief managed to leave with the booty bag. While I felt a great pain that suddenly appeared in my stomach.

I was surprised to find that red liquid had spilled a lot from the puncture wound earlier. Before my mind could digest everything that had just happened, I felt my legs squeezing to the point of making me fall to my knees on a quiet sidewalk.

Until then, my world just went dark.

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