Longing Curtain

Episode 8

"How can I hurt you when I can't see tears?"

Sharif Maulana

SYARIF POV

The morning sun had barged in through the crevices of the curtains. I stretch the muscles of my hands that feel stiff.

I flicked my blanket, last night was a lot of drain. Not to mention the other events that made me not believe would happen before. The torn cloth from her hijab still adheres beautifully to my hand.

I did not expect the good that was done, but all this time I was always cold and ignore it. But seeing her worry makes me a little relieved, should I change my attitude? No, I forgot my mission.

I cleaned myself up because last night's activities made my body sultry. But the cloth attached to my hand has not been removed, because it will hurt if the wound is exposed to water.

After I took a shower, I went to the front yard. I breathe fresh air and clear my mind. Slowly the pain was felt probably because the knife scratches were too deep.

"Sharif "

I looked up to see Bela carrying a box.

"Why brother? "tanyaku.

He immediately took over my right hand. Slowly open the wrapped cloth in my hand. Be ill.

"This is what Rif's fabric? How do you feel about that hijab material? " ask Bela.

"That's Zahra's hijab, when he saw my wound he ripped the hijab and wrapped it in my hand, "my words.

Sis Bela was slightly surprised to sigh deeply and continued her action. Dab the wound cleaning fluid around my hand , give it a red medicine and replace the cloth with a bandage.

"After seeing Zahra's kindness do you still want revenge? "asked Brother Bela, I knit my eyebrows, revenge?

"Revenge, you mean? "tanyaku.

"The day I heard your conversation with Hamid, it was seen that you wanted to avenge Zahra's actions three years ago.

Rif is not his brother defending Zahra but you know why Zahra did that? Zahra's best friend also liked Hamid. Would not the friendship between Zahra and her friends be broken if Zahra accepted Hamid? "

said Brother Bela now I understand the direction of the speaker.

"Here you go, oh yeah why did yesterday happen like that? "ask Bela changed the subject.

"Before that incident I had seen Imron put some money in his bag which I suspected was cadet money. I immediately caught him looking agitated, seeing him further strengthen my guess. I foolishly accused him and briefly mentioned Zahra's name at that time, "I sighed for a moment.

"Continue yesterday when I was heading towards the cadet building I heard a scream from inside. I was surprised when Imron wanted to raise his knife towards Zahra" I paused for a moment.

"Keep baaimana his continuation? "asked Brother Bela

"I had to stop him unfortunately my hand was scratched by a knife held by Imron. I thought I was dead by then, but in fact Zahra saved me, "I said

"continue, "said Brother Bela

"Zahra struck him with a beam but Imron did not falter, instead turning to throw a knife at Zahra. Hearing someone shout my name I got up and beat Imron unconscious"

At the end of the story I breathe. I don't know why my eyes are dewy.

"Lucky your rifle is still being given safety, and thank Zahra for trying to save your life despite her efforts in vain"

I glanced at him for a moment thinking about what he was saying. Do I have to do it?

"She was also worried about my condition, while her hand was injured. Smiling and looking at my condition. Hah, really selfish, "my word.

"It's not selfish but caring. You can't tell which selfish thing cares? " ask Bela

"He is selfish with others not paying attention to his own condition, how will he respect others if he cannot respect himself?" saskan.

"She only cares, if she doesn't care where it might save you? He must have let Imron kill you, Sharif! "

I thought for a moment, Bela's words have a point as well.

He stepped away I faithfully sat on the porch of the house. Thinking about Bela's words just now, am I being too selfish? Selfish about my feelings?

The shadow of a worried face and the incident of the hug came back to my mind. Because this time he was acting caring to me, was it just me who did not feel? Ah, I don't know.

Scroll the watch clock that stuck to my wrist. At two o'clock I'm going back to jogja, having to complete a new task. There are still a few hours to enjoy the city. Although my hand still hurts a little, but I have to leave today as well.