I'm Santri?

Bad News

I'm still crying. Sasha wanted to calm me down at a time like this. Only Sasha can calm me down.

"Waduh De Aleya do not cry, after all Sasha went for her ideals as hafidzoh. This was De Aleya's chance to fully support Sasha's ideals."

It is true what Om Samsul said. But does Sasha eogically leave her best friend? Maybe Sasha knows my loneliness too. Sasha must also know she's the only friend who's always been there.

"Yes, you must be strong. You also have to pursue your goals as well. Don't lose to Sasha. It would be nice if in the future you meet with your ideals." Imbuh Farhan encouraged me.

Their words are true. Because they're not in my position right now. But if they knew, this sick heart, would not accept it. It's like a tight fit in the chest.

"Om is there a message from Sasha for me?" I asked to try to find a knife of tranquility, which if by that, my chest was a little more relieved.

"Why not ask Sasha directly via online message?" Ask Om Samsul.

"Sasha doesn't have HP. Make refreshing also he'll make his mama's HP."

"Why don't you try calling her mom?" Imbuh Om Samsul gave me some wiggle room.

"Oh yes, I tried."

I'm looking for a cell phone in my little bag. I picked it up and called the Holy Mother's number, Sasha's mother.

"Tut, Tut, sorry the number you're going to is out of reach. Try a few more moments."

"Hmm, the number's off Om." Chirps lethargic.

"Wow how ya, Sasha's father also rich again bring a car, afraid of being disturbed. Yaudah let Sasha be calmer, how about we pray Maghrib first. We will continue. Good thing De Aleya's heart is calmer after prayer."

Suddenly Farhan stood up while bowing his body slightly.

"Oh thanks Om, we will pray outside. We're not good, there's no Sasha either. Isn't that Aleya?" Tepis Farhan's. As if he wanted to leave immediately.

"Yaudah Om, we go first Om, thanks for the info, Om." Farhan bowed his back while kissing Om Samsul's hand.

"Well, it's not better to pray together here."

"Nice Om, afraid to bother Om Samsul. "

"Oh yaudah, ati-ati on the street. It is still maghrib. There is also a mosque in front. Good time to come by."

"Yes Om, the plan is we want to pray there. We say yes, Om." Farhan Imbuh.

"Om, Aleya said yes, Om." Kissing Om Samsul's hand. My feet left the living room.

"Yes be careful. Tomorrow or the day after come here again. Let De Aleya tell the story of Sasha's father. It tastes better."

"Yes Om, God willing tomorrow or the day after I come here again."

"Cream cream cream!" Farhan motor sounds on.

"Come Leya!" Farhan shouted from outside the gate of Sasha's house.

"See wait a minute!"

"Om, let's say yes, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Alaikumussalam's chat. Ati-ati ya De."

My feet left Sasha's house to Farhan, who was waiting for me on his bike.

It's so messed up this thought. The head felt heavy, as if there were a lot of large stones stuck. I want to laugh, but my mouth can't see my heart. I want to scream, but my mouth knows that my heart doesn't need that. What do I have to do so I can be a little relieved and happy? Isn't my day empty? Then what else to be lonely in this self go far never to stop at me again.