Love Children Pesantren

Color Straws

Syifa walked with a feeling between fear and nervousness. I don't know, it's not like it used to be like this. Usually if you want to meet Reyhan he will do it with pleasure. But today, why is it inversely proportional. Syifa knocked on the classroom door, making everyone in the class turn their heads.

Iqbal walked towards Syifa. "Why fa?" Ask her.

"Assalamualaikum sis" Syifa said.

"Waalaikum salam. What's up?"

Syifa glanced at Reyhan, making Iqbal understand Syifa's purpose. "Would you meet Reyhan?"

Syifa nodded.

Iqbal smiled broadly. "Lo wait here. I'll call you first"

Syifa nodded back. Iqbal walked quickly towards Reyhan's desk. "Han, Syifa wants to see Lo"

"Shyfa?" Reyhan asked.

"Yes, meet you." Answer Iqbal. "Heh, are you okay with Syifa?" Ask her by lowering her eyebrows.

Reyhan stood up from his seat, then walked towards Syifa who was waiting for him in the doorway. "What's up?" Reyhan asked coldly.

Syifa squeezed his fingers. "Ad-There's something that Syifa wants to talk about"

"What?"

"But not here"

Reyhan nodded.

Syifa turned her body, walking towards the rooftop. With Reyhan following him from behind, following where Syifa went. "What's up?" Ask Reyhan.

"Em, congratulations on your victory" Syifa said.

This morning, all the students were told to gather in the school yard, to announce the victory over the math Olympiad yesterday. With Reyhan being awarded the gold medal, Naira the bronze medal and the other eleventh-grade silver.

"That's all?" Ask Reyhan. With reflex Syifa shook her head.

"Keep, what do you want to say?"

Syifa lowered her head with a slow sigh. "I never said before, did Syifa..."

"Waitwait. I forgot I had something to do. I'm first yeah. Assalamualaikum"

"But..." Syifa looked at Reyhan who walked out the rooftop without caring about it making Syifa just sigh. "Waalaikum salam" replied Syifa slowly.

•••••

"Where's syifa?" Ask Dinda.

"Tadi Syifa said, he said we were told to go home first" replied Aisyah.

"Why is that?" Ask Lina.

"Ga knows too"

"Yes, if so, we go straight home" said Lina who was given the nod of Aisyah and Dinda.

The three immediately walked back to the pesantren. Occasionally talking about what happened today. The sound of car horns that continue to sound from the back makes them feel a little shocked and ugly and immediately move aside on the side of the road. "Who the hell? I am very excited to be a person!" Lina muttered annoyedly.

The big white car stopped right in front of them. Slowly the car door opened, with sasa coming out of it. "Heh, don't fill dong's way! My car is going through so I can't!" Sasa nyolot.

"It looks like Lo should check Lo's eyes to the doctor. You don't see, it's a broad road. Lo car will pass also fit. Ribet really be a person" replied Lina.

"It's different if the sultan's car" said Sasa with his arrogance.

"Heh, how arrogant you are to be a person. Tomorrow if Lo leaves on foot, I sukurin Lo"

"Oh Lo's wife?" Sasa said by raising his eyebrows. "Again, it's impossible for me to leave and go home from school on foot"

Lina squeaks small. "Which sultan? So arrogant!"

Sasa folded his hands in front of his chest by looking at the three of them one by one. "You guys are..friend, right? But is there really nothing?"

Sasa raised the corner of his left lip. "Yang Lo..." Sasa pointed at Lina. "Lo's a pretentious hero, the other a cheap woman. The other one is pretentious, pretentious and Lo..." Sasa pointed at Aisyah.

"Lo it's a village, lisp, tangle, item and pretty pretentious. Pake Deket Deket same brother Fariz again"

Lina clenched her hands, eager to punch the non-jok person who was now in front of her. "Lo's right, yes, you have a mouth that can't be guarded!"

"It's not that it can't be guarded, but it's a reality" Sasa replied. "Well, why am I talking to you. Waste of time"

Sasa turned his body, then went back into the car. "iiihh, good thing girls if guys I've bonyokin to face" Gerutu Lina.

"Poor touts just know the taste of Lo!" Shouted Lina upset herself.

"Lina, watch the words. That's a prayer" Tegur Dinda. "Read Istighfar gih"

Lina let out a long sigh, then exhaled slowly. "Astaghfirullahaladhim.... Astaghfirullahaladzim O Allah..." His murmur dampened his emotions and annoyance.

Dinda stared at Sasa's car from a distance by shaking her head. Honestly, he also did not like the nature of Sasa.

"When God will create us, He says that 'they will be My most perfect work'. But when on earth we often listen to thin, fat, yes items, short and others. Strange indeed. Who created it says we are perfect, but who created it? He deified his pride. That's human."

•••••

Syifa looked at the urban streets with passing vehicles. This afternoon, it is not as crowded as the morning or afternoon where people leave and go home from work at that time. Right now, he wants to be alone. Silence, maybe be a friend.

"Shyifa..."

Syifa looked over when someone called her. "Assalamualaikum" said reyhan.

"Waalaikum salam. Brother, is brother here?"

"Have a sound from earlier, why don't you go straight home?"

Syifa shook her head slowly. "For your own"

Reyhan stepped up, then sat down a few centi from the syifa. "Let's take a break, what are you talking about?" Ask reyhan.

"That's.syifa wants to talk..." Syifa hung up her sentence.

"Would you tell me if you're red?"

Syifa's eyes glared at the confused reyhan. How did he know? "Kok sister knows?!"

Reyhan stared at the homes of residents lined up, various vehicles passing on the road as well as the multi-storey building visible from the school rooftop. No one opens their voices. Makes the mood quiet. "And, I asked you not to tell me that?" Reyhan broke the silence.

Syifa frowned. "Fusally?" Ask syifa. "But it was my brother who said that. If syifa has given up on chasing reyhan, syifa said to sister. Must be brother bakalan seneng. Syifa really inget reyhan said it was to syifa"

Syifa looked at reyhan who was still silent with a front-facing gaze. "Sister, isn't it that brother reyhan should be seneng ya syifa said that?"

Reyhan sighed slowly. He opened his bag, took out a blank piece of white paper at once with a crayon, which made the syifa even more clueless as to what the guy in front of him was going to do. "Sister, brother reyhan. What does Reyhan want? How's the picture here? Brother got the task of drawing yes from his teacher brother, but really here the picture. Later when I go home in the pesantren I can. Oh yeah, what do you want to take pictures of? Mountain picture? Paddy field pictures? The beach? Ondel?" Asked Syifa whose true nature seemed to have reappeared after these few days vanished somewhere. Talking at length to reyhan as if nothing happened between them.

Reyhan waited for Syifa to finish her sentence. "My horror" said Reyhan, making Syifa immediately nod.

"This paper is like me..." Reyhan said by lifting the blank paper. "And this crayon, like lo" He continued.

Reyhan began to give scribbles on the paper with bright colors. Syifa is becoming more confused. "What do you want a picture of? The picture is gini, not clear. Scribbled scribbles like a little kid's picture?!" Ask syifa.

"It's.." Reyhan presented the paper to Syifa. "Make lo"

Syifa pointed at herself. "Make syifa?" Reyhan nodded.

Syifa took the paper, then looked at it closely. "Make what?" Syifa asked confused.

Reyhan held up his bag, then stood up from his seat. "Understand" he said briefly and left.

"Understand?" Shifa muttered not understanding. He again saw the paper that had been given scribbles by Reyhan. "What is there to understand? This is just a scribbled picture is not clear!" Say Syifa by turning over the paper.

Soon his lips were half open. "Or don't don't, all this time brother Reyhan can't picture?" Syifa asked herself. "What do you mean understand that..."

"What brother Reyhan was trying to say gini yes 'Syifa, please understand yes, even though I am handsome, pinter but still have shortcomings. And my shortcomings that can not picture" said Syifa. "Well, what does Reyhan mean by that?"

•••••

"Lo why the hell, from earlier look at the picture continues. Draw a scrawl like that, what's the matter?" Ask Lina.

Syifa looked at Lina. "Gini Lin, so I was told to understand this same picture of Reyhan. From earlier I have seen, observed, I have been back and forth but still do not understand which part should be understood? Even the dizziness I think of this" replied Syifa.

"This is what Reyhan's brother gave you?" Ask Lina to make sure.

"Yes"

"Udah, isn't it marahan?"

Syifa sighed slowly. "I'm actually still mad at Reyhan." Answer Syifa. "Yes but I was tired of being angry, pretentious as Reyhan. Stop getting angry later on"

"There are angry people modeling as Lo" said Lina.

"There is" replied Syifa. He looked back at the paper. "Oh, I'm even dizzy thinking this" he muttered by holding his forehead.

"Try asking Aisyah. He's a pinter, maybe he knows" Lina suggested.

"Yes, too"

"Dear..." Call Syifa. Aisyah who was writing the answer in her book immediately turned to Syifa.

"Yes?!"

"Here's a jerk"

Aisyah nodded.

He closed the book, then walked over to Syifa and Lina. "Here sit" Syifa said.

Aisyah nodded, then sat down beside Syifa. "What's up?"

"Try understanding.." Syifa said by offering the paper.

"Understand?"

"Yes, try to understand this what's max?"

Aisyah took over the paper, then looked at the streaks of color well. Sometimes I turn the paper back. However, he also did not understand at all what was meant. "Emm fa, who's this?" Ask Aisyah.

"Sir Reyhan. So, I was told to understand" he replied.

"Sir Reyhan, what do you say about this picture?"

Syifa was silent for a moment. Trying to remember. "No" he answered, but at that moment he remembered something. "Eh yes"

Lina frowned. "Yes what is it? The real dong"

"Yes. I forgot that"

"Sir Reyhan said what" asked Aisyah.

"She said the blank paper was like Reyhan's brother, and the crayon was like me"

"This is Reyhan's brother wearing his scribble crayon?" Syifa nodded.

Aisyah looked back at the paper that was full of scribbles. There are no 5 seconds, he already understands what is meant. "That means you have already given color to Reyhan" said Aisyah.

Syifa was silent for a moment. "But I'm not scribbling color onto Reyhan's body."

"It's not the concept of syifaaaa..." Lina.

"How do you mean?" Ask Syifa who does not fully understand.

•••••

The next day...

"Assalamualaikum, where's Reyhan's brother?" Ask Syifa.

"Waalaikum salam" answered Iqbal and Ilham.

"Tumben Lo nyariin's. No, no, no, no, no Yee.." Iqbal.

"Sister, where is Reyhan now?"

"He's building in a computer lab" replied Ilham.

"Construction?"

"Yes. Why why?"

"Oh ga papa. Thank you, sister, Syifa first. Assalamualaikum" Syifa said.

"Greetings" answered the two of them.

Syifa immediately ran away towards the computer lab. From the doorway he saw Reyhan, Naira, Isma's mother and two other disciples. "Aren't you?"

"But if you enter it is disturbing" muttered Syifa. "Will I ask you later?"

Syifa stared at the paper she had been carrying. It reverses the body. "Goddessa..." To his surprise, there was someone behind him.

"Cock is here? Why?" Ask Adit.

"I should ask you, what's going on here?" Syifa asked with a swipe of her chest. "Just know!"

"sorry. I was looking for Lo, and I saw Lo was here" replied Adit.

"Why what?"

Adit offered the cookies he had brought. "What's this?" Ask Syifa.

"This is called kourabiedes cake from abroad" said Adit.

Syifa furrowed her brows. "What?"

"Kue kourabiedes"

"Ribet really, the name of the cake"

"This time, accept yes. Can hold 4 Weeks. Don't forget to eat"

Syifa took the cake. "Thank you yes"

"Yes. I'm going to class"

Syifa nodded.

Adit turned his body. "Eh dit..." Call Syifa.

"Yes?"

"You've said, if you meet, come or go, you have to say hello"

Adit smiled clumsyly. "Yes. Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikum salam" replied Syifa.

Adit continued his steps. While Syifa observes the cake is good. "Well, is this a cake from abroad? Don't believe me" muttered Syifa.

"What are you doing here?" Ask Ms. Isma who was suddenly beside Syifa.

"Astaghfirullah's..." Syifa stroked his chest. "Mom why bother me anyway?"

"Who's ngagetin? I asked!"

"Yes, but don't suddenly appear. So shocked of me" said Syifa.

"Why are you here?" Ask Isma again.

"Why not do kok Bu, just a passing coincidence" replied Syifa. "Oh yes, ma'am, it's a cake for mom. Cake from abroad, he said. It can last 4 weeks."

Miss Isma saw the cake at a glance. "What's the name?"

"What was that?" Syifa Gumam. "Kue ka-kou kou, koubrin koubred what is ma'am. I forget. The name's hard"

"Kue koubrin koubred?"

Syifa nodded.

"I never heard of it?" Ask Ms. Isma.

"It's from abroad, ma'am. So you want to?"

"Yes" replied Ms. Isma without a second thought. When else can you feel the sensation of eating cookies from abroad. Ms. Isma opened the lid, took one of the cookies, and ate it. "Where's Mom? Yummy?" Syifa asked with both eyebrows raised.

Ms. Isma was speechless with her mouth still chewing on the cake. "It's a snow princess cake."

"Snow white?"

"Yes"

"So not koubrin koubred cake?"

"Not"

Well, I'm in the same fool as Adit. Inner Syifa.

"Oi ya Ma'am, I forgot that I had to learn about it from Ms. Mila. I go first yes, Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikum salam" replied Ms. Isma with a head-scarf.

Ms. Isma re-entered the computer lab. He moved closer to his student. "Naira, want this cake?" Ask Ms. Isma.

"No Ma'am"

"Shila, Kevin want to?" Ask Isma to the other two students.

"I don't like the same cookies Ma'am" replied Shila.

"No, ma'am" replied Kevin.

Because everyone refused, Ms. Isma put the cake in front of the reyhan. "This is for you Reyhan. If you don't want to, give to your friends, so you can eat the same at the boarding school" said Ms. Isma.

"This cake is called koubrinbred cake from abroad he said. Can hold 4 Weeks"

•••••

"Han, go home later Lo construction again no?" Ask Iqbal.

"Why?"

"If you are building, I stay. If not, let's go home together" said iqbal who was only given a nod by Reyhan who was busy cleaning his book and put it in a bag.

Reyhan took out the cake from Ms. Isma from under the table, about to put it in the bag. "Eh Han Han.."

"Hm"

"What's that cake? Can I try dong?!" Ask Iqbal. If it's about the leading Iqbal food.

"Take it, make it Lo"

"Really?"

"Hm" Reyhan thrust the cake which was directly picked up by iqbal. "The name of the cake is koubrinbred, can last 4 months. From abroad he said" Reyhan said.

"Well, when else can eat cakes from abroad" muttered iqbal excited by taking one of the cakes, then eating it.

"I'm not foreign" said Iqbal. Reyhan poked his shoulder, not caring about Iqbal.

He immediately stepped out of class. "Sir Reyhan..." Call Syifa.

Reyhan stopped his steps. "Why did you come here?"

"You'll meet brother. I've been waiting here a long time" Syifa replied.

"Eh, there's Lo fa..." Iqbal.

"Yes my brother"

"You two want to have an important conversation?"

"Yes"

"No"

Answer them simultaneously.

"Where exactly is it? The guy doesn't, the girl does"

"Yes brother. Syifa wants to talk to Reyhan. Just for a moment" Syifa said.

Iqbal nodded slowly. "Well, if so, I'm Han first. I'm waiting for you at the school gate. You guys talk first"

"Assalamualaikum" said Iqbal.

"Waalaikum greetings" replied Syifa and Reyhan.

"Sister, what does this mean?" Syifa asked directly by lifting the paper towards Reyhan.

"Do you understand?"

Syifa nodded.

"Now Nemu is the answer?" Ask Reyhan again.

Syifa. "Not yet, but said Aisyah Syifa already love streaks of color in the life of brother"

Reyhan smiled faintly, a smile that was not even seen by some people that he was smiling. Reyhan took the paper. "Gue told me this blank paper is like me. And it covers me, my heart and my feelings. And the crayon is Lo" Reyhan began to explain.

"My heart, my self and my feelings, used to be empty like this paper. Hollow, quiet, no who and what. But suddenly Lo came, and without me realizing it slowly Lo already love the streaks of color in my life" said Reyhan made Syifa mangosteen mangosteen understand.

"Lo know what color is on this paper?"

Syifa narrowed her eyes. "Pink, yellow..."

"No! Bright color or dark color?!"

"Sunny" replied Syifa.

"That means you've given me a bright color in my life. The one where it is bright symbolizes cheerfulness. At first I was not aware of it. I realized, when you started to move away yesterday. And that emptiness came back when I didn't exist" Reyhan said.

Instead of wanting what, he just wanted Syifa to know what she was feeling right now. That's reality. Not exist Ngada for the purpose of Syifa baper, is not. Because Reyhan is a cold and stiff type of guy, it's hard to say things that make other people baper. Especially for women. Because Reyhan will actually say everything he feels, from the bottom of his own heart.

Syifa nodded in understanding. "Sister's life, empty, lonely. Has he felt lonely all this time?" Ask Syifa.

"Lonely because of what? In the old-time ex-boyfriend's house?" Ask Syifa.

Reyhan sighed slowly. Why talk about ex-girlfriend? Look, Reyhan just doesn't want to be close to women. Only a few are close to him. She might have a boyfriend. "One day you'll know too!" Reyhan. His tone has now changed as usual. Cold and squeaky. Not like when he explained a few minutes ago.

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