IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Sister Maryam's house

Sister Maryam's car has driven away from the cafe. Our goal is none other than the house, sister Maryam's house. I'm not sure I'm going to visit anywhere else, worried that Dian and Kak Jo are coming back to follow me.

Apparently my hunch was right that someone was following me. It turns out it was Dian. He purposely changed his appearance with all the new stuff so I didn't recognize him. Just try to see it from a short distance earlier, of course I know. Even I have memorized every curve of his body.

It could be that Jo's sister followed after seeing Dian following me. I don't know what happened to those two men, they made me really confused.

Two men who were both chasing me suddenly became friends, unbeknownst to each of them they actually told me the same woman, which was me.

At first they were just as silent, both silenced me while on campus. For the same reason, I want to keep me from all the idiosyncrasies of women who like them. It's not strange if they have a lot of female fans, the chairman and the vice.

The extent to which they can neatly organize their respective secrets, in the end revealed as well. In the end they both hurt me by constantly forcing me to be close to me. And now they hurt me with their own behavior, even in front of my own eyes. I feel like a toy doll to them.

"Kayra, you're still thinking about what happened earlier" sister Maryam's words blew my mind.

"let's get there" Maryam asked me to come back because I hadn't opened the car door.

"yes, my brother" I replied briefly. Then I got out of the car and walked in Maryam's footsteps.

"where are you talking? " ask sister Maryam.

"in the gazebo alone, brother, let it hit the afternoon wind" the feeling has warmed up so expect to get coolness from the exposure of the afternoon wind.

"what's the matter with them? " without further ado, Sister Maryam immediately asked.

"there's really no problem with either of them. They just keep trying to get close to me. And that's what keeps me in trouble.

It wasn't the two of them who hurt me brother, but rather the ones who didn't like my closeness to them"

"owh, matters of the heart" sister Maryam gave a brief response.

"don't know either, brother. Even I always try to close my heart tightly because I do not want to feel the name of a broken heart. But this is more painful and complicated than just a broken heart"

"uch. uch. little sister" sister Maryam shook her head and hugged my head.

"i used to get into trouble during the High School mass because of Brother Jo who kept coming close to me. In the past, yesterday and until recently I got into trouble in the home environment because Dian kept approaching me. And now, after they blatantly approached me, I don't know what would happen to me at the college. I feel like I've been through too much trouble that I didn't create myself"

"you are patient. Sometimes not being involved with any man is better. To the extent that it has not been sold also with the age of the sister who is already this" sister Maryam laughed a little

"kayra used to be very trying to stay away from them both. Put up a high fortress, but eventually the defense collapsed as I wanted to be kind, opening my heart to anyone. No idea, it was all that brought myself to doom. Insults and swearing I hear so often. But I still survive. And yesterday, I just got a big sack. That's very painful. Until I can't think, how bad I am brother" without tears still falling.

"i want to get out of the house for a while sister" sister Maryam let go of her hug on my head upon hearing this one.

"huh, why did you leave the house? " ask sister Maryam in shock.

"that's not what it means sister" I finally told her what was in my mind. Because all this time I could not exchange opinions with adek, know himself he who became the words of brother Jo makes me a little worried. While Siska, sometimes still inconsistent and appear evil side. I don't want to be affected.

I was comfortable with Sister Maryam and my heart was often at ease when I heard her advice. I have considered like my own brother, where all this time I did not have an older sister figure. Having a big brother is also far away, embarrassed also if you have to tell about halal that is too private.

Eh yes, speaking of this... why did Sister Maryam actually I introduce to Mr. Nicholas yes, not Brother Gilang? it's good to be a real brother.

There are many things I shared with Maryam. Even I told her about my relationship with Dian, from toddler to now. The story just flowed, probably because I trusted Maryam's sister.

Different case when brother Jo who often asked about the same thing, so heavy for me to say.

It's true, it takes the right people to hear what we feel. So that you can find the answer to the question. It would be different if you tell the wrong person, maybe you will only get empty comments, weightless. Especially if you tell the wrong person, it could actually lead to problems.

It's not wrong for me to follow Sister Maryam home. Even today it is dark. I have finished performing the Maghrib prayer together with the family sister Maryam. And now I'm following sister Maryam sitting at the dinner table for dinner together.

"sister, I ate the one that had just been wrapped yes" I asked when I remembered I had not eaten anything at the cafe.

"maybe, let it be prepared first.

Eating a lot, the same heart of mind is plong now" said sister Maryam while at the dinner table, obviously all the families are gathering there.

There's a little shame in facing all the extended family sister Maryam. But I would be even more embarrassed if I kept letting myself be demeaned.

Dinner had not yet begun, the sound of a maid opening the gate. Shortly afterwards, the voice of my mother greeted me.

I did call Mama before the magrib prayer.

After hearing the opinions and suggestions of Sister Maryam, I felt so sure and did not want to delay any longer. So I immediately contacted my mother to come here to talk about it. Pick me up, too, hehe.

The boisterous sounds of mothers sounding loud. Who else if not mama with her ummi sister Maryam. Even other sounds such as in the swallow, the female voice can indeed dominate if it has met.

Rice is served on the table. Mom waited for a while in the living room.

My mother came alone, at my request. If mom comes with papa, have good pity at home. And if adek comes along, it's definitely not good for my confidentiality.

After dinner, everyone gathers in the family room. Including Maryam's younger siblings. No wonder if families whose religion is high often have children with a large number.

Because it's night time too, the conversation at the beginning of me who will live in the boarding school belonging to the family sister Maryam. There are a lot of things you ask about life there. After getting a lot of explanation finally mama said "it looks like staying in the pesantren is better um, than Kayra kost. Even make up your mind"

"iya jeng, let alone the life of young people now who are identical free, is very worrying. We have to be really careful looking for a place for the kids"

Occasionally ummi aiya, her ummi sister Maryam, Ruqaiyah, also advised me. Give feedback on the problems I am facing. Like the advice of a mother, not much different from the advice given by sister Maryam. Cold, soothing. I really hope this is the beginning of my new life. A quiet and peaceful life.

It's all done and it's agreed tomorrow after the Maryam sister's family will take me to the boarding school.

Not waiting long, my mother resigned herself. Almost 9 p.m. we left the residence of sister Maryam.

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Marhaban ya Ramadhan, Alhamdulillah has reached our return in the holy month of Ramadan. Happy fasting for those who run.

The spirit of running fasting worship, while filling free time still peek at the continuation of the story of Kayra ya 🥰