Lord, Accept My Repentance

Unexpected

*When the servant was in every morning, two angels came down and prayed, "God give a substitute to the infidel." Another angel prayed, "O Allah, grant bankruptcy to those who refuse to give alms." (Bukhari and Muslim HR*.)

"Have you slapped him?"

"Yes sir" I replied casually with a smile.

"Why?" asked teacher BK to raise his face towards me.

"Because .. the girl couldn't slap him, so I'm the one who represents sir."

"Huh?"

"She's a crazy girl sir, pretty sure what other people think. How can this school admit crazy students."

I looked at him, "Gue was more astonished, how can this school admit a jerk and a loser like you! It only oppresses the weak!"

"Enough!" snapped teacher BK and made me finally fall silent, "Nazwa! You don't have the boss to make trouble, yeah!"

I pushed down the bench I sat on, "Muse me for everything sir, make me a letter of my dismissal. I wait!" I walked out of the room without listening to the calls from teacher BK earlier.

If he's already branded me bad, then why would I explain? Better, he just gave me the punishment directly without asking anything about it.

I shouldn't be tired of explaining, too, "Now, your bag. Don't go to class!" said a woman I didn't know but I knew she was one of my classmates.

"What teacher came in?" ask me to take the backpack that was proffered to me.

"Chemical."

"Hahahah, okay. Yeudah, thanks. Passion for all of you," I said encouragingly to them.

Apparently the teacher still hates me, let alone him I also hate him as well.

Walking occasionally hummed in the corridor towards the school gate, not caring about the teacher who passed me.

"Pak Mansur .. bukain dong," I cried standing at the school gate towards the guard post.

"Home home?" ask Mr. Mansur to walk towards me.

"Udah, sir Dong. Why long ago, right? The school does not need long, boss later," I said with a little chuckle while Mr. Mansur just shook his head.

My head looked back and accidentally saw the male figure that was also in the middle BK room staring at me flatly.

"Why do people see me?" I murmured, before long she decided on a glance first and left to pass.

"Udah, the gate was opened," said Mr. Mansur who made me finally turn my eyes.

"Oh, thank you sir." I immediately came out and spread out my arms as if I had just come out of a place that was holding myself back.

"Be careful Nazwa!" reprimand Mr. Mansur before I step away from the school district.

"Sir Sir! Thanks, yes, by ...." I waved my hand at Mr. Mansur and began to swing my foot toward the highway to wait for transportation.

"Just gojek, okay?" I opened my phone and opened my green app. After getting the driver, I waited by squatting on the sidewalk because there was no stop bench here.

After waiting for about 15 minutes, the gojek driver finally came, "Where are you going to the Deck?" ask mr. ojol because in the application I did not tell the purpose.

"Have you eaten?" my question behind that makes Pak ojol a little confused. I could see it from the rearview mirror because it was pointing at his face.

"Mmm .. already Deck, eat coffee earlier."

"Since when is coffee food sir?"

"Eh! Drinking coffee was the same bread this morning Dek," he replied with a slight improvement to his words earlier.

"Yaudah, let's have lunch first, sir. I treat Mr, calm I will not reduce the amount later," said I so that he did not reject my offer.

Actually, I feel lonely eating alone later. That's why, I'd better take ojol sir to eat together.

"No need Deck, you wait in the parking lot only later," he declined which might be hesitant.

"No papa sir, if you refuse later I love one star, you know," I said threatening the real just pretend.

We arrived at the mall, the motorcycle owned by ojol already in the parking lot at the bottom, "Dek, you are embarrassed," said Mr. Ojol who walked shyly behind me.

After opening the helmet, I could only clearly see the face of this Father. Such a range of 50s and above could be.

"No, sir, it's normal. There's no need to be ashamed" I said with a friendly smile. We went to one of the restaurants I used to go to.

I ordered it for me and for the Father straight away because he must have refused to order it himself.

"Dec, can you take a picture of me? You want to show your wife later if you eat here," said Mr. Ojol gave his cellphone to me.

I nodded and picked up the phone, after some style and also a photo I got. I re-enacted his phone.

"Yes, geez Deck. It's like it's expensive, Mr. noodles is also not papa even though," he complained that he saw the food arranged on our table.

"Udah, no papa sir. Just eat, let there be a passion for the nyari of other passengers later," I said and began to put food into the mouth.

When I was about to take the last bribe, my phone rang and I quickly picked up to see who was calling.

"Hmm," I lazyly put the last mouthful in my mouth.

"Go home now!" snapped at the person in the room.

"OK," I answered briefly and turned off the call.

I looked at Mr. Ojol who was looking around in this mall, "Sir, are you ready to eat?"

"It's Deck."

I nodded and raised one hand towards the waiter, one of the maids with our food price bill.

I handed him a red note to pay for two meals, one bottle of mineral water and two juices.

We were changed and we walked out of the mall, wearing helmets and away from the mall.

"Sir, to Johor Street, yes" I said.

"Oh, Adek lives in his compound?"

"Engga, Sir. It's just, kind of like the Johor complex," I explained.

Handing over the motorcycle fare and entering the house, I saw that there was a mother's car in the yard of this house.

Enter casually, "I will definitely be cursed again," I muttered that I was immune to all the swearing from Mother's mouth.

When I opened the door, there was already a woman with such a horrible face and paper in her hands.

Plaque!

One slap so hard it almost made me fall, I think something was flowing from the corner of my lips.

The paper was thrown in my face so rough, "Aren't you enough to embarrass me, huh? What's more now, you were expelled from the school that I helped build that school 80%!" he screamed in front of my face.

"Anyway once did you not embarrass me? I am ashamed and always ashamed of your behavior that was never good!

Somehow a trashy kid like you can live a long time in this world. Why don't you just die when I always pray for you to die.

I'm ashamed to have a son like you, you've never done me the least to be proud of your achievements.

Why can't you be like everyone else's kids? Why can't you be like everyone else? Because you're a moron and in your mind you never want to make your parents proud!

Now what else? What did you do at school until they took you out? You unplug? Fight off? A fight? The hotshot? Or smart ass now?

Are you going to disappear from the face of this earth? I'm sick of seeing that face of yours, I hate seeing a face that never made me live happily!"

I looked at the face of a mother who was screaming from earlier with insulting me, as low as I turned out to be.

I just found out that he was so very much not expecting my presence. Wow ... very special to me.

When other children are so expected by both parents to have a presence in the world, I am the opposite.