La Tahla Don't Complain

Trying to Forget you

*When a difficult thing to do becomes a must, that's when there's a tightness that spreads in, stealing the rest of the oxygen in the chest. I can't give up on sustaining life I have to run and look for reproaches in order to get out of there immediately, immediately, and immediately.

*** La Tahla Don't Complain **

The gate of the Mosque was now in front of me, Astri clasped my hand tightly staring at me giving me the strength to start everything from scratch. I nodded back as if I was ready to remove all the old sheets and write a new story in the book of life.

We stepped up straight away entering

the mosque rushed towards the main building where the usual recitation was held.when I stepped into the building, it was then that I saw him who was busy chatting with Sharif immediately turned his head and looked at me, looking at me, our eyes clashed there was a gaze I could not understand in his eyes.it was as if there were a thousand questions that could not be expressed in that deep but painful gaze.

as soon as I realized quickly I turned my eyes in the other direction and rushed towards the female-only spot on the right, there was Astri and Syafa who had waved their hands at me.

Astri understood my feelings so much he took a seat next to the shafa where I used to be while I chose to sit next to the astri occupying the usual astri seat.

" you guys where the hell are coming home don't say - say "

syafa began to protest about the disappearance of me and astri on the day of his application occasionally he pursed his lips on the sidelines.

" you know that I was going around the house looking for you two, but the result is none of your faces I found "

astri who was sitting next to me turned his head to look at me in a gesture asking what reason we would tell this girl in front of us.

hmmmmm....

I clenched my lips while trying to smile.

that time came - I was not feeling well so astri drove me home.

astri nodded - nodding his head reassuring syafa if my words were true.

huuufsh I thought you were mad at me for ignoring you that day, I'm sorry.

the girl now clenched her hands together in front of her chest marked to apologize to me and astri, me and the compact astri pulled the shafa into the hug and smiled for her. it is difficult indeed to accept this unexpected reality but I will still try it. May you miss and give me excess patience in order to pass through God.

Fatih pov's

that morning the recitation was held as usual I was chatting with my best friend sharif, occasionally a smile was created on my face where when sharif threw jokes - jokes that sometimes managed to shake my stomach.

the study had not started at that time because the santriwan and santriwati only a few twists who have arrived at this mosque, he said, maybe some others are late to come considering the heavy rain that flushed the palembang overnight until dawn makes them reluctant to wake up early because the cold air so penetrated the body.

I couldn't take my eyes off her I saw her eyes also staring at me, wanting to feel like I was standing up to her to ask her what happened to her at that time.

*what happened to her crying at that time?

where did he go after that because I didn't see his figure in that place anymore..?

does she also feel the same feelings as I feel for her*?

so many questions raged in my heart, and I saw him bow his gaze and walk slowly toward the astri and the shafa who were waving their hands.he smiled and hurried to sit next to Astri, a smile that feels so bland to me.

I know it's because I'm so sorry for his smile, a smile so sweet that even his shadow can't be lost from my memory but it's not like his current smile, it was obvious that the smile was a little forced.

" Allah forgives me"

I resumed my conversation and came to my senses from the long daydream when Sharif patted my shoulder slowly, before long the sound of ustadz mizan through the mic indicates that the study is ready to start all students and students stop their chatter and follow the study carefully.

*** La Tahla Don't Complain ***

I sat down on the prayer mat for a third of the night, raised my hand and told Robb again that I was spilling all the burdens in my heart and asking for his help to get through them with patience abundant and with a big heart.

that's what I've always done so far has become a habit that is so difficult to stop, because for me chatting with Robbku is the most efficacious of all drugs in this world.

I take my mushaf on the nightstand by the bed, I lyrics to my favorite winie the po0h clock at 04:00 in the morning, about 1 hour before dawn, I opened the Koran in my hand and began to read it immersing myself in the cradle of verses - sacred verses from my own lips.

it is not as beautiful as the sound of Qori - Qoriah but enough for me to read with the right tajwid, every now and then my tears were shed between my bed there was a tightness in this heart where when I remembered him, he who every one of his chants was so soothing to my heart, which I probably won't hear anymore.

yep...

from tomorrow I will not be in this city again, my hometown is famous for its Srivijaya kingdom and so many typical foods and Ampera bridge as an icon of pride of this city. I have decided to leave this city, leave all the sweet memories in it also forget him. big decision and a little crazy actually but this is the best way I can take it now so as to easily forget about it and wipe out all my race on him.

" hmmm sometimes I feel like a fool, going away is not my parents and friends - my best friends just for the sake of forgetting someone who once filled this heart" stupid right? I feel that way too.

to be continue...