Lord, Accept My Repentance

Them Again

"*Take time to be alone, contemplate, and draw near to Allah Ta'ala. The most conducive time is at one third of the night when nature is silent because the creature is asleep. In a quiet atmosphere, the remembrance and prayer we offer God will be far more solemn and pervasive in the heart" (Aaa. Gym*)

Going to a place that hopefully can make me better again, about 45 minutes finally two wheels that I ordered to get to the desired destination.

Waving my legs, I no longer care about people's gazes at me. Entering the beach area with people arriving.

I guess, a time like this will be empty of visitors. It turned out to be the same, sitting on the edge of the water by staring straight at the expanse of water in front of me.

Hugging my knees and burrowing my face, my hair was now ruffled by a strong wind.

"You need a shoulder to lean on? My shoulders are ready for it" said someone who suddenly spoke to me.

I lifted my face and looked at the person at the side, "Lio," I muttered as I saw that man who was beside me now.

I wiped the tears quickly and looked around, before long the three friends approached us.

"It's for you" said Bagas, giving me a green coconut.

"I don't need it!" I was firm and didn't take a helping hand from him.

"Dwelling ... Brother what did you say, anyway, about us? He must have said something bad, huh?" guess Bagas by putting the coconut next to me.

"It's none of your business!" I looked back towards the front with my wind-treated hair.

"We know, you must have heard nothing about us from your brother. But, believe me that we have absolutely no bad intentions for you," explained Arpan this time which made me look at him who was beside Lio.

"How can I believe it? Not getting in the brain, you guys suddenly SKSD snobs like me!" I said with annoyance.

"Hmm ... Why are you? Any more problems? If there is a story problem, than yourself like this people also ngengep you like a person who is not sane," said Bagas.

I kept quiet and looked back to the front, not intending to answer or argue back at them.

Suddenly, my head was held by someone and placed on his shoulder making my body tilted.

"So, what the hell!" I rebuked and wanted to pull my head off Lio's shoulder.

However, he held my head firmly, holding it, "Udah, if you need our shoulders ready at any time. No need to fear or anything else, we are good. If you don't believe me, try joining our gang for a week so you can judge if we're good or not.

If the horrors of the doang, everyone will not be as good as you yourself.

So, before you say someone you should have entered or at least know about them first," said Lio who made me speechless.

There's a truth to what he said, I can't say anything and I never know and know.

Just like eating at a restaurant that just opened, I can't say good when I've never eaten at that restaurant.

At least, I have to eat once and can give an assessment to the restaurant. I feel an elusan in my head now.

A situation that I have not felt for a very long time, leaning on someone's shoulder and getting good treatment is also sweet like this.

***

At 4 pm I finally decided to go home, I was invited by Lio and his gang to go around and eat first.

They persuaded me in various ways to come along, besides I was hungry at that time and they invited me to eat together.

When they were going home, they struggled to deliver. But, I rejected it because I had to be careful as well.

Don't want them to know everything about me, especially about the house I've just occupied. I opened the door of the house closed.

Just walk into the room without looking around, "Where are you?" ask someone who made me stop and look at him.

He put his hands in his pants pocket staring at me flat, eh, who is he? Why is it like her husband's attention.

"Why leave when your mother's still home? He even said that he wasn't ready to talk to you yet" he continued. I guess the conversation is over.

"I don't think he has, but I think he has. There's nothing to talk about between me and Mom, it's none of your business! Is it a matter of you stopping to interfere about my life?!" I shouted furiously with Farhan who was impressed so much to interfere.

He walked closer towards me and as his mouth was about to spit out words, the sound of knocking shifted our eyes away from the two of us.

"Wait here and don't go anywhere! We're not done yet" Farhan ranked firmly.

Instead of complying, I instead walked into the room and let him open the door for the person who had just visited and who knew.

A woman's voice sounded from the living room, I was sitting while opening my phone looking at the status of my friends.

Apparently, my two former friends are so happy. They don't ask me why I don't go to school anymore.

"Curtain! Basic, close just for my money," I saw their picture.

Tok to tok.

"Who?" I asked with a little scream.

"I. Out!" he told me from the door of the room I locked.

"What's wrong? If it's my mom or dad, just tell them to come home!"

"No, my mama's in front," said Farhan who made me pause for a moment. I put my phone down and walked to open the door.

Chequek.

Scroll towards the sofa, there was already a middle-aged woman who was wearing a dress veil set with matching colors smiling kindly at me.

"Keep, if there's your mama?" ask slowly by raising one eyebrow.

"Reply!"

"Huh?" ask me who doesn't understand.

"So, I accompanied my mother. Now it's your turn to accompany my mother."

"I'm not asking you to do that!" my debate is unacceptable.

"What's wrong?" mama Farhan was already in our midst.

"Eh, no Ma. This ... Nazwa wanted to learn to plant flowers from a good and true Mama, only she was embarrassed," Farhan told a lie that made me round my eyes.

I looked at her with enlarged eyes, and her mother smiled at me.

"Come on!" take Mama Farhan to surprise me. How could his mother even want to be like this?

"OK, Farhan to the warehouse to pick up the pot and later bought the land. Mama brought her flowers, didn't she?" ask Farhan and get a nod from Mama Farhan.

I just found out that Farhan had planned this without my knowledge.

"Eh, but Nazwa has eaten what yet?" mama Farhan asked while stroking my black mane.

"It's Aunt."

"What are you eating?"

"It's none of your business!" answer me with a tinge. I saw Mama Farhan just shaking her head with my answer which must have sounded really bad in the woman's ears.

Let her know that her son is tormented here and she tells or even forces him to go home.