IF YOU ARE A FOOL

The Endless Pain

My car arrived at the boarding school along with Billal's car.

After parking each car, Ustadz Billal approached me.

"rest yes, calm yourself. His eyes are compressed to reduce swelling. Don't go to sleep" he said. Didn't expect this attention.

"iya ustadz, assalamu'alaikum" I answered briefly then went past him.

"Cayra"

The call had to stop my steps.

"yes, ustadz"

"whenever you need a friend to tell you a story, I'm always there. And.......

Whenever you're ready to accept my proposal, I'm still there"

Deg, man,

There is a sense of happiness, there is a sense of pride there is also a sense of carelessness. His last words, made me pause for a moment.

I just smiled then walked back towards the pavilion home. Can't a person do good without hope, or any frills?

bruugg,

I put my paper bag hard on the table. Then I hugged Siska and tears spilled.

"hey, why? what was? coming home crying? "

"okay, ignore my questions and please cry as much as you want"

"Siska.

"o Allah Kayra, you have no other hobbies other than crying? The eyes are like those of a bee sting, still crying"

"Siska. hiikkzzz"

"yes, I'm here. Sorry I couldn't pick up your phone. As soon as I reply chatt, my HP is dead"

"already crying, pity the eyes. It must have been a long time crying, until the rich swelling.

You sit down first, I'll get a towel to compress"

I was like a baby who obeyed all Siska's words.

"take a fall so easy compress it. You must be tired too" he helped me lie down and take off my socks.

"weren't you on campus? I'm looking in the parking lot you don't have. I am samperin to class, said your classmate did not enter. Not feeling well anymore, just lying about it"

Siska just kept interrogating me, stuffing me with a lot of questions.

Amid the interrogation process carried out by Siska, suddenly the outside door knocked.

"ish, there's a bully" he grumbled.

Then Siska moved to open the door.

Soon he returned to the room with a small basin in hand.

"nih, prince loh bawain ice cubes to compress the eyes.

Waiter... wait, how can ustadz Billal know how you are Kay? I'm a friend and bedmate, I don't know anything.

You need to tell me now"

Well, relapse is also the soul of the Siska forcers.

"that's ustadz Billal who nolongin me. I did not meet in the mosque. When I pray dzuhur, nangis sangking kencengnya until samperin tuh ustadz"

"cie. cie. Trus.trus..there is already a nemenin vent still a cry Bombay. Wonderful, I'm with you, a hobby that's crying"

"NO! I didn't tell you anything about Ustadz Billal. It's just that he let me eat lunch. I stopped before praying.

So shocked I got lemes, trembling, not strong to drive my own car. Yaudah I parked the car on the side of the road and I kept pesen ojek"

"astagfirullah Kayraaaaa, until it's rich. What the hell is it? " while continuing to compress while continuing to nyerocos.

"sister Jo Sis, brother Jo"

"not really all. Brother Jo has hurt me"

"huh??? what kind of nyakinin? it's not that she loves you so much, until in the heartbreak depression like that"

"shameful Sis. Disgust I remember it"

"huh????? are you in the same place as Jo?" Siska was getting curious.

While I was, there was shame to tell. This is the first time someone has touched me.

"Siskaaaaa, i. i. hiiikkzzz hiiiikkzzz hhiikkzzz"

"well, mala's crying again. But, Yaudah, do not have a story now. Calm yourself down first"

After a long time in the compress my eyes felt lighter. Even if it still clearly looks swollen.

I got out of bed to take a shower, because Asar's prayer time was a little longer.

In prostration I pray, in prostration I ask, to be careful of the wounded. More precisely the heart that was once hurt because of my attitude. Maybe I have too many sins, too many hurts the human heart. So I have to get this reprimand.

How many hearts of men have I broken, is it my fault?

I never asked for undue love.

Then where's my fault?

My tears are really dry now.

Turned into an empty heart.

Hearts hurt by my own struggle.

Hearts hurt because of someone who comes without me later.

Diane,

What about her?

After his departure, he did not contact me at all.

I hope this misunderstanding doesn't last long.

Do not test me any more than this, O God.

My heart aches, looking at Dian's departure with disappointment. This pain is not me alone.

I don't know what plan God is preparing. May this heart remain strong to pass through every storm that comes.

My day will end in my room until tomorrow morning.

I don't dare to go out, there will definitely be the same question if ummi knows.

And, I feel a little ilfil with hope ustadz Billal.

My head began to feel heavy, after the magrib prayer I laid myself on the bed.

For a while the contents in the stomach are safe. So I don't need to eat dinner first. I wrapped the cake in the afternoon, so I could eat if I woke up at night and starved.

My phone's turned off. Forgive me if it temporarily worries the people who contacted me. That is if there is.

I need some time alone, to take care of all the pain in my heart.

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