Lord, Accept My Repentance

Water For Him

Verily I am not commanded to look upon the heart of man, nor his belly.” (Shahih Al-Bukhari: 4351 and Muslim: 1064).

The man whose cheek was red I made was not silent, he went forward intending to avenge my actions earlier.

However, the action stopped because it was blocked by someone. I looked at the man in front of me with a grip on the loser's wrist.

He threw the hand violently, "Don't be rude to women!" he stared coldly at the man.

I immediately helped the woman gather books and helped her get up from the floor.

It seems, he was already used to being bullied. Seen from the clothes he was wearing like a geeky woman.

The man had gone to gawk by rubbing his cheek which may still feel painful due to my actions.

"Thank you, yes, Bang Farhan and .." his Jeda stared at me who did not recognize my name.

"Sama-sama," cut me off and went straight out from before them not intending to tell me my name.

***

Farhan looked at Nazwa's back which led to the canteen, subconsciously having his lips raised slightly looking at the woman.

He went from the corridor to the basketball court where his friends were waiting.

"So he said just want to buy a drink doang, drink is not bought come a long time!" gerutu temen Farhan saw the presence of the man for so long.

"Sorry, there were obstacles earlier," said Farhan and began training for basketball.

'I think she's the kind of woman who doesn't care about her neighbors. Turns out, I was wrong. No matter how he is, he still cares about the weak. Huft ... I better keep running the orders from Buk Wati earlier. However, he was not too bad, Farhan's inner self while focusing on his meatballs.

Crowded cheers sounded from the audience seats, of course there would be many women who caper on them.

In fact, Buk Wati had long asked Farhan to be Nazwa's private teacher. However, because he doesn't know about Nazwa.

Of course he refused, but the consequences were always urged by Buk Wati at all times and made Farhan uncomfortable.

He said he wanted to see women who wanted to be taught first, if there was still a good side and could be arranged.

So he agreed and wanted. However, if there are no two sides with a heavy heart Farhan refused to help.

Farhan had followed and monitored Nazwa for several days without being noticed by the master.

"Yeee ...!" shouted the opponent who felt victorious. Farhan who was daydreaming finally came to a realization.

"Woy Farhan's! Lu why, anyway? Lose it will be!" farhan's friend growled by hitting Farhan's shoulder.

"Continue, I'm going to rest!" said Farhan patted his friend's shoulder gently and walked towards the outskirts of the basketball court.

At once many of the women cried out for seeing Farhan, "Farhan, would you like a drink? Here, drink my own" said one woman, handing a bottle of water from the net.

"No, thank you" Farhan replied coldly.

He circulated his gaze and caught the figure who was chewing food and sitting on a park bench.

Farhan got up and walked outside the basketball court to the park where the woman was. He dropped his weight and immediately made the first person there glance at him at a glance.

***

I kept quiet by continuing to put bread in my mouth while looking forward, we sat not too close. Could fit one more person even.

"Are you deaf?" ask him back because I didn't answer him.

"Hey!"

"Can you stay away from me? Don't take care of my life and don't be a hero!" I growled and threw the remaining bread even a little more.

I stood intending to leave, "And one more thing! You have no obligation whatsoever to help me, including helping in my case of going to class. It's none of your business I'm staying or going to class!" my connection.

"It! In return, I don't want to owe you!" I put the bottle of water I bought in the canteen into his lap.

Because his face is full of sweat I see, he may be thirsty and tired from finishing meatballs.

I don't really know him, it's just that my two former friends were obsessed with him. They will always tell you about this man. Farhan, that's his name.

The phone rang as I was about to reach the classroom, "Hmm ... what?" I answered lazily and walked back to class.

"Mom can report that you continue this way in the second semester then will stay in class, where the face of the mother if the friends Arisan I know if the child lives in class?" ask the woman from as far away as possible with stifled anger.

"Staying the answer that I'm not Mom's son, is it hard? I have no problem at all" I replied casually and dropped the weight on the bench.

"You're! Are you crazy, huh? Don't act like you want!" hardik's mother who was impatient turned out.

"Yes, not just crazy. In fact, I want to die Mom. Wants to die!" I was half screaming. Luckily the class was quiet.

"Nazwa, called to BK's room!" said someone who was in the doorway.

"Why now?" ask the mother from sebrang who apparently heard the words of this student.

"It's not Mom's business!" light up and turn off the call just like that.

The student had already passed away from the front of my class, I walked into the BK room with the breathing of the students who were looking at me with strange looks.

"Is there something strange on my face? In fact, my face is prettier than yours! Your face is stranger than mine, you should have seen that face a lot!" my pox with footsteps that stopped staring at the woman who immediately stopped also due to my abuse of her.

He did not answer, I continued my journey back to BK. Is this how bad I turned out to be at this fucking school?

Everyone seems to know me and know about me, but I know nothing about them.

Knock the actual door open, and the three men inside stared at me.

The familiar faces were visible, I screeched and raised one of my lips in disgust with the one male face that was inside.

"Lake Nazwa!" tell teacher BK and I go straight into it. Before being told to sit, I was already sitting by raising one leg to the other.

"Report what jerk is the same father?" tanyaku stared at teacher BK and glanced at the man.

"Take care of your attitude Nazwa!" assertive teacher BK with a tone up an octave. Perhaps, if other students must have cried or been shocked by the voice of my BK teacher.

However, it's me. The child whose every scream his heart never heard, the child he wanted who never obeyed and reportedly never asked.

I breathed a rough breath and leaned back against the chair, "Alright, sorry sir," I said staring at teacher BK with a forced smile.