I'm Santri?

He's The One Who's Going

"How many more meters is Sasha's house?" Farhan asked as he turned on his motor.

"That's behind the cake shop. I'm just walking. Let's go first."

"Okay, I'm right first."

Thinking about many things at one time does make the heart so unpleasant. Feeling complicated, confused, and feeling erratic.

Bi Ija left, Mom is rarely home, Dad moreover, Ferry is gone, and now Sasha is my only friend, will she add to my sadness?

I know Farhan's back today. But it just kind of takes away my loneliness. Like a drop of water placed on a kilo of white rice. The water will not be able to make the rice ripen. That's my life, a pile of problems every day come together. But only a speck of happiness tries to shake him off.

"Aleya, manhunt!" Shouted Farhan in front of Sasha's house.

Looks like I should catch up with him soon. My mouth can't wait to say sorry to Sasha. The feet also feel that impatience. He ran towards Sasha's house. May he forgive me. Yeah, I'm the dumbest friend he has.

"The house is deserted, is it usually like this?" Farhan asked as he raised his head in front of the gate.

"The flight is also locked, how about it?" Farhan Imbuh.

"Indeed like this Sasha's house, if the Maghrib clock like this usually Sasha go njai in the mosque. His mother and father also went to the mosque. Kan Sasha's father is the great Imam of our village mosque."

The words were just for an outlet so that my heart would not be hurt by the news I would receive. I'm sure Sasha and her family are not home. I'm sure because Sasha's father's Pajero's car doesn't exist. Not as usual in hours like this.

"Assalamu'alaikum! Assalamu'alaikum!" Farhan shouted in front of the gate.

"The punten! Assalamu'alaikum."

"Already Han, it seems like there is no one at home. It's probably true Ms. Yasmin."

"Why?"

"He's moving schools."

"But we don't know for sure before the direct horrors of Sasha. Anyway, calm down first. Take it easy. Okay?"

"Brok! Brok! Brok!" Farhan knocks slowly on the gate of Sasha's house.

"Assalamu'alaikum! Punten!"

Not how long appeared someone with a sarong, Muslim clothes, and black peci. His face is still wet. Looks like he just picked up some water. But as long as I'm with Sasha here, I just saw her face.

"Sorry sir, is there a sashanya?" My toot.

"We're his best friend Sir, I'm Aleya his little friend Sasha. I play here often."

"Oh, De Aleya, let's go in first, it's not good to talk outside. Especially if you want this maghrib."

My mind feels bad. Don't be right said Yasmin, Sasha moved schools. So what was the reason Sasha got so fast decided to move. Sasha had never told me about this before.

"Please sit down!"

"So you guys won Sasha? I know Uncle Sasha's father. Just call Om Samsul. Can you help me?"

"Oh yes Om, so gini Om, this morning I was with Sasha there was a bit of conflict. Just a small problem, only at that time Sasha was very angry with me. I'm afraid that Sasha won't be friends with me anymore."

"You're De Aleya, right?"

"Yes Om."

"De Aleya already knew that Sasha today got a call from Jakarta?"

"Jakarta Om? How come Sasha didn't tell me the same Om?"

"I don't really understand your relationship. But for Sasha's problems, he was Alhamdulillah got a scholarship to continue his education in Mecca. And now, he and his family are leaving for Jakarta to take care of the files that must be prepared. It's probably Wednesday he's leaving for Mecca."

"Om not boong, right?"

"Yes De, so now I'm told to take care of the house for the next three days."

Hearing the information from Om Samsul, my tears immediately fell. At times like this why does sadness interfere? Or maybe I was guilty then? But another thought says I'm arrogant. I made sure that I was wrong. Never did, never done, never deliberate, never asked, never told a story. I make sure it's wrong too.

I'm ashamed, not like everyone else. With Sasha I feel that she doesn't deserve to be discussed with a human like me. I also feel that the levels are not fixated on me. I don't know, I feel like this is keeping me quiet. My heart and my eyes are crying. Tears do not want to stop for a moment. It kept flowing down my cheek area.

For years, I have made our friendship. I have never let one shaken with the storm of beauty, wealth, loyalty. I kept it in a place so safe. Until the one who wants to take it, I won't let it.

Why do I still put my heart on a human who is not the same as me? No matter how much I ask about it, I say "He's my best friend."

I lied to myself just to please my lonely self. Idiotically.

Even so this uniqueness that continues to make the fight in the chest catapult out. Whipping me with a stroke of death that when I start to forget, but he still replanted his face.

Lord, if this breast is united in one rope. Show me that he is also compassionate to me. I guess with that, I can nurture it back and let it grow with its tightening smile.