I'm Santri?

Unexpected

It was my first time riding a motorcycle this fast. Usually I never pull my motor gas up to this bar. But for Sasha's sake of forgiveness, I was willing even to sacrifice my body.

My house was not far from my motorcycle. About three hundred meters. Somehow something went wrong in my mind after seeing an ambulance stop at one of my friends' houses. I'm turning my motor wheel. The slower and more visible Bi Aja - my friend's mother was crying hysterically. I stopped because of curiosity. What happened to my friend's family?

I slowly pushed my motor in place of the other motors. There are a lot of motorcycles parked here. There is also a private car. There must be some big event going on.

I take off my headgear. Shut up for a moment on my bike. Putting out a veil and clothes that I don't think are neat. And rushed over to Bi Aja. It looks like Bi Aja is in the arms of her neighbor. Bi Aja kept crying.

"Ferry! Ferry! Don't stay with Mom son.!" Jerit Bi Aja hard. I wonder what's going on.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat. Sorry ma'am, what happened? I'm a friend of Ferry's." I asked one of the Mothers who was accompanying Bi Aja.

"Ferry's dead De." The answer made me not believe.

"When Mom, the feeling yesterday I saw she was still healthy." My curiosity is growing.

"He stabbed De because of the brawl this morning."

"Oh, who's on Cibedus Street isn't Mom?"

"Yes de. There are already police. But it can't be stopped."

It turned out that this morning I saw when I got home from school, it was the death of my old friend Ferry. I can't believe it. Ferry is kind and often nicknamed ustadz by his friends. Died like this. From this I felt that I should not be arrogant about life. Because I don't know when, how, and what I'm going to die of.

"Oh, so Mom. Thanks for the info."

My body immediately went limp after hearing the news of Ferry's death. I didn't think Ferry would leave his family that soon.

Looks like my mod has changed drastically. The desire to meet Sasha became nonexistent. Mind where. If I continue to meet Sasha, I fear not being strong on the road and falling unconscious.

Since the incident three years ago. When I was still sitting in the middle of Junior High. I fell off the second floor of my school. My body could not move for four months. And after healing, my body became weak like this. Tired just a little body immediately limp and as if not want to do anything else.

Ah very good, feel sitting when my body is tired.

Even though it was late in the afternoon, it seems that here the heat is so hot.

"Want a drink?" A male voice offered me a bottle of water.

"Eh, Farhan, long time no see." I looked back. Suddenly, my lips smiled at him. It turned out that he was my ex when I was in third grade Junior High.

"Have been here long?" Connect Farhan.

"No, just arrived."

"Tumben is not with Sasha. Usually where you often go. "

"Yes, we have a problem with him. I'm honestly wrong here. The original intention was now to go to his house. But on the way home Ferry rame. Yaudah I stopped here first. Eh pas want to continue there my body crumpled."

"Oh jaudah, now we go there. Wait especially. After leaving Sasha. I'm straight here again to follow suit."

"But I can't take a motorcycle if it's rich."

"Relax, you stay boned with me. Your bike put it here first. Ishaa Allah is safe."

"Okay, okay, let's get Sasha to go first." I put on my helmet. And "Krikkrik breem!" We're goin.

***

Lying with Farhan like this reminds me of our memories. Does Farhan still have a taste for me?