Life, matchmaking and patience

Recognize it

The School

"Jeez, why is that Om here?? is my school a military base now??" I asked in my heart as if I could not believe it.

"Hey, you!!! Come down!!! good boy down yeah!!" the door looked at me sharply.

I don't want to follow the door. How else would it be wet, wet.

"I'm sorry om, not the intention of wanting to climb the school pager, but if I skip today, I can't join the replay. Anyway I was only 15 minutes late and I have explained well2 uh but the security guard still did not allow me to enter, he he he" I said explaining to him with a cry.

"Quick, follow me!!" he said as he pulled my hand and threw it away.

"I'm sorry Om, I don't mean anything but sorry we're not muhrim. So please don't hold it" I said annoyed.

"Then, just follow it from behind, keep your distance safe" he said resentfully as well.

I followed that Om from behind to the security guard post.

"Good morning sir. Can I help you?" ask the security guard while looking at me.

"Good morning sir. I'm sorry sir, can I let my sister in??" the door surprised me.

"Sister???? Om this is too fantasy. Since when did I have a handsome brother gini he he he" my inner self was pleased as well astonished.

"I'm sorry sir. My brother is 15 minutes late. According to school regulations, anyone who is more than 10 minutes late is not allowed to enter", said the security guard firmly.

"Can we talk for a second?" ask him on the security guard who continued with a nod.

"You, wait here!!", the order was firm.

"Don't go anywhere!!" continued.

"ehm.." I replied.

They left me alone, I don't know what they're talking about about well about 5 minutes, but it can already frustrate me because soon the famous math teacher hours killer and really scary. Just imagining it makes me shudder.

"Sherin, comein!!" pinta, the security guard who let me in.

"Thank you sir, inshaAllah I try not to be late again. Once again thank you sir", I said to the security guard.

"Thank you Brother for helping me so much today, Assalamu'alaikum" I said.

"wa'alaikumsalam" he answered by raising an eyebrow. Maybe I was surprised by my call to him.

In Front of Class

"Crazy loe Sher, what time is this??, thankfully it was an empty hour, otherwise mmm.. finish the history of loe" said Nia my best friend as if I could not believe I was too late.

"There's a problem on the road, Ni, you don't see my hand??" I said while taking off the jacket I used to cover the bloodstained uniform.

"God ... Sherinnn... loe why, loe's hand?? Oh My God,,", the screech is out of control.

"Udah ah, let's go in, let's run out of this there's a math replay right??" I said, pulling his hand in.

Actually, I'm a diligent and smart child, never once did I get late to school from the beginning of 1st grade until I want to graduate now. I'm also known to be smart and there's even another side of me that I can't show for something.

"Sher, you really don't pa pa, it hurts really, I just grieve it" said Nia shuddering in horror.

"Udah pa pa pa, I already give medicine and I bandage" I said while enduring pain.

"Udah ah, don't look around, I'm going to the hospital anyway. O yes I ntar permission yes not to the cafe first" asked Nia and replied with a nod because our killer teacher had come.

The hours of school finally arrived.

"Sher, I'm first yeah, sneak into the hospital!!" nia Pinta.

"OKay I'm there now, dah, Ni.", I said as I took the bus to the hospital that Nia was as usual picked up by her driver.

On the bus I just kept quiet how painful the wound on my hand was. But after the shadow of Grandma and Mama came to my mind, this heart hurts more than the wound that was scratched in my hand.

Why God calls them so quickly, only they love me sincerely, never yelling or berating. O Allah, strengthen the heart of Your servant. I believe that God will never give trials beyond the limits of ability.

"Neck.... Ma's...... Sherin kangen... ??!!" my tears are bitter, they are unbearable. My tears fell for how long.