Longing Curtain

Episode 42

The sound of azan echoing made me wake up from my long sleep. Calling me to perform an obligation of dawn prayer. Scroll of the clock attached to the time wall shows half five o'clock. I hurried to wash my face and take the water of ablution to carry out the obligation.

Hands up pleading to the god of nature. Begging for forgiveness from all the sins I have committed, asking that my heart disease be eliminated envy and hate always envelop the heart. I hope I can rise from this problem and be able to pass through with chest space.

The rising sun gives the spirit to keep doing good things. The sound of birds also graced this morning. The dew that is still attached to the leaves gives a cold effect. Today is different than yesterday.

Eating chocolate barley bread little by little accompanied by a glass of my favorite milk. The atmosphere is still quiet, maybe because it is still morning all are still reluctant to go out. Sitting in a long chair facing the door with my legs on which I sit.

Regarding the photo and the woman explained that I meant nothing in Hamzah's heart. He had found half of his heart that was already lost. Forgetting all the commitments he made. I was too stupid to believe everything he said. But every time I meet the heart, it forces me to keep away from it, avoiding as much as possible so as not to get too deep in my feelings.

"Not bread." His hand reached out to take the bread in front of me, but I did not look at it. "Please make me coffee dong, Ra."

The voice came back to say hello, not wanting to linger long I went from the chair stepping out in search of fresh air.

Like a ship without a captain running without direction swayed by the situation that I am at this time. My mind is screwed, thinking about all the things friendship, betrayal, love I'm tired.

"You evil Hamzah! You don't understand my feelings! You're evil! I hate!"

I wiped away the tears that kept flowing down my cheeks. It hurts so much to see that happen. My eyes were blankly staring at the direction of the road walking aimlessly, my ears as if deaf to the noise of a vehicle. Until I realized I was walking in the middle of the road.

I looked back, a high-speed truck was speeding towards me. I screamed hysterically but didn't move away from my place. Closing your eyes with your palm hoping nothing happens, but if it is destined I will.

I felt no pain in my body, everything was still intact. The sound of that truck getting away is I dead? But there was no pain at all that I felt was just a tight check on my shoulder.

"Are you crazy!"

I opened my eyes to see who was yelling at me. I turned my eyes in disbelief to the person in front of me. After the wound he gave now even faced back.

"You're tired of living, huh?!"

"Let this cheap woman die." I squeezed my fingers at each other. I was desperate, it all went by itself.

"Don't tell me you're a cheap woman." Netraku looked at those eyes. The pain in the chest has not decreased now even in addition to this meeting.

"Have you told me I was cheap?" He's down. "Looly woman, sly woman." I'm screching.

I just stared at him, with still dewy eyes.

Without a word of thanks or anything I stay away from him. Still with the same view, should I be happy because I was saved by him or disappointed in the past?

"If there is a problem solved not even abandoned. Let alone doing such a stupid thing." My steps stopped, but soon I continued.

Ah, crap! My leg was hit by a rather pointed tree branch making my right leg slightly injured. I grimaced with the pain even though the wound was small why it felt so painful. I held my right leg rubbing it rough, whether by chance or what today I experienced unpleasant things.

"Looks like you're not doing well, let me take you home." He held my hand but soon I was patty. "No need," I said.

"Remove that stubbornness of your head, look at your bloody feet." My netraku was whistling with those eagle eyes.

"Didn't you hurt me, and now for what you care."

He looked at me flat as if he wanted to pounce. He blocked my hand hinting to follow in his footsteps. Once I rebelled but the more hand checks in the firings made my hands a little sick.

We continued walking I turned my head towards the foot the blood began to pour. Indeed, he did not pay attention to see my feet hurt and instead left it alone. He still shuddered looking straight ahead regardless of my groaning. Apparently I've reached the front of the inn, how does he know my inn?

The main door opened the person who was sitting casually in the living room staring strangely at me. It's nothing but maybe they're surprised because of my circumstances. Blood from my feet soaked the floor. Fahmi's sister got up from the sofa walking towards me staring at a glance then looked towards Kak Syarif with a sharp gaze.

One blow floated on Kak Syarif's face making him stray backward. He grimaced touching Kak Fahmi's former punch without counter-attacking. A bruise on the cheek and a slight bruise on the corner of the lip became a sign of Kak Fahmi's anger. A look of anger and hatred was clearly visible on his face. Seeing this, they approached me.

"You did my sister! You're not satisfied to hurt him!" Kak Fahmi gripped the collar of Kak Syarif but did not intend to retaliate Kak Fahmi's actions.

One more punch he lay right on the right cheek. He was a little shaken but soon got up.

"My sister was hurt enough because of you! Aren't you satisfied now, huh?!" The grip on Kak Syarif's shirt is getting harder.

Fahmi's sister looked at me looking down where the red stains had stained the floor. Inching off the grip looked at me softly and gradually hugged me. I flinch without returning a hug from Brother Fahmi.

Kak Syarif tidied back his shirt rubbing rough buttoning shirt that had missed due to the grip of Kak Fahmi.

"I didn't hurt him, I just helped him who almost died getting hit by a car."

"You think I believe? With that shit of yours?" Fahmi is approaching.

"To believe it or not is important I've been honest. Zahra's problem is your responsibility, not mine. So please take good care, I'm sorry." Brother Sharif stepped away.

Fahmi's brother was stunned to embrace me again. His shoulders were shaking so much I could feel what he was feeling. I am not the one who is hurt, but why is he crying?

He rolled me towards the sofa telling me to sit down, treating the wound with red medicine. I just looked forward as if everything was just a nightmare.

"Decree don't believe me, brother is worried about you." I was still looking ahead without answering any questions. "Dad! Answer it! don't worry brother, Dek."

He was sobbing more and more and more and more, touching my knee, the instant I realized I immediately grabbed his body to look at me.

"I'm fine, brother." A sweet smile I gave. But Fahmi was crying even more. "Okay how? He said you almost got hit by a car that's fine, huh?! You daydream, you get angry, you shut up it's enough to explain that you're not okay, Ra! "

"I'm good." Fahmi sighed a long breath. "Not so, Deck. If there's a problem talking to brother. Don't you think gini."

I'm unmoving. Nanar stared blankly at what had just happened. Trouble slowly approached me without pause. Leaving wounds just as they were.

"What's wrong with you, Ra?" Immediately I turned my head, the shady man was sitting next to me. Trying to touch my shoulder. However, it soon got a rough pat by me.

"Why are you avoiding me, Ra?" I immediately shook off the hand that was about to touch my shoulder. "If there's a story problem, Ra. Don't dodge."

The clear thread again escapes in the eye pelubuk. Did he not realize that I was hurt because of him?

I drowned my face in Kak Fahmi's field chest. I let go of all the emotions I felt. He also shed tears until he dripped on the top of my hijab.

"Where, Zah. Until Zahra gets hurt you don't know." Fahmi said, although still heard a sound of prank.

"I-i"

"With other women?"

I looked up at Kak Fahmi fixedly, as if Kak Fahmi already knew what problem I was facing.

"What is this thing called responsibility?" Fahmi's brother screeched, looking at Hamzah sharply. I saw him just silent.

"The responsibility I gave you was apparently wasted. Sorry I trusted you to take care of my sister." My eyes were round, hearing Kak Fahmi's statement of responsibility. Means all this time Kak Fahmi handed over the responsibility to Hamzah?

His white hands stretched out rubbing against the tears. With teary eyes I can still see her shady face. "You can."

I immediately hugged her, easing the pain I felt at the moment. Her warm embrace made me comfortable, until for a moment forget the problem.

"What's really going on? Why is everyone acting so weird?"

"One more time you ask, I'll make sure you can't see my sister."

Kak Fahmi's words gave me goosebumps. It's as if he already knows the scenario that happened between me and Hamzah.

"Zahra go to the room first, brother."

Pulling the blanket up to my neck covering part of my body. The pain right in my heart just seeing my condition just doesn't make him understand. The gentle rubbing on my head disturbed my comfort. I blinked normalizing my sight. In front of me that smile was gracing his face.

"Feed first." I'm shaking. Fahmi put down the tray and looked at me intensely. "No, Brother."

I took a few pieces of crackers on the plate. Staring at the ceiling of the room that was dimming made me feel confused.

"Forget Hamzah."

I choked on the crackers I had been eating. Staring flat at Fahmi. I shook my head slowly, trying to convince Kak Fahmi that I was fine with Hamzah. Brother Fahmi rubbed my head gently while smiling. "Tomorrow we'll go home."

"Come home?"

He nodded tightly to me. I leaned against the chest of her comfortable field releasing all the trouble with this one hug. Although I was disappointed in Hamzah, I realized that love cannot be forced.

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