Love Children Pesantren

Mute Witness

"Dad.." Call Vita. "Same on Abi going to the hospital first huh"

"Call Dhe again umi?" Tanya Aisyah who was nodded by her mother.

"Permy...Come on!" Call Agus who has been riding a motorcycle with Okta in front of the house, waiting for his wife to get out of the house immediately to leave.

"Umi's leaving first. Assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikum salam" answered Aisha by kissing the back of a woman's hand in front of her. With a quick step Vita out, before long the motorbike on board the three immediately went to speed until it disappeared from Aisyah's view.

Aisyah turned her body, about to go to the room. But the shrill voice that shouted to him made him look back. A girl with a fluffy smile was waving her hands excitedly towards Aisyah. "SAID...!!"

Quickly the girl walked up to Aisyah, making Aisyah also stumble at her smile. "Roman?"

"Ah Aisyah, I miss you" Rahma said by hugging her best friend while still in elementary school also when she was Mts.

Rahma let go of her embrace. "You know what, when I heard you came home I was straight here. So kangen!!"

"Yes I miss you too"

"When are you home?" Ask Rahma.

"Tuesday yesterday"

"Why didn't you tell me??" Reply Rahma by hitting Aisyah's arm slowly.

"Yes sorry"

"Dad, I want to take you"

"Where?" Ask Aisyah.

"So here it's a cafe, just a few months open anyway, but it's a real rame!! We go there yuk,,! I have also been there before, and the food there is delicious and more importantly the price is quite cheap" replied Rahma. "Where do you want to?"

"You yeah? Want huh? We've never talked to each other..." Bujuk Rahma's.

Aisyah. After all, he was at home alone right now, because everyone was going to the hospital. Did he fulfill Rahma's request?

Aisyah nodded. "Yes, I'm ready"

"Do you really want to?"

"Yes"

"Yeyyy!! Yes it's ready there, spiel!!"

"Yes wait a minute" Aisyah said by walking towards her room. After a few minutes of preparing to be ready, Aisyah exited the room and stepped closer to Rahma.

"Udah?!" Ask Rahma.

"Udah"

"Yes, it's ayok"

"But, I locked the door first" Aisyah closed and locked the door. Both of them immediately rode Rahma's motorbike until the motorbike drove towards the destination.

"Rahma, slowly get on the bike!" Aisyah half-shouted.

"So calm Shah, I'm used to riding a speed bike like gini. Let's take a bite" replied Rahma. However, instead of reducing Rahma's speed even increase his speed, making Aisyah immediately hold tightly to Rahma's shirt. It did not take long, they finally arrived at a cafe located on the roadside to make Aisyah immediately sigh in relief by saying hamdalah.

"Why you?" Ask Rahma.

Aisyah shakes.

"Fear, what if I fall? You anyway, say do not speed even more speed"

Rahma roared without sin. "Hehehe, just relax Syah"

"Eh Shah, I'm looking for a toilet first huh. Kebelet, you find a seat first. Later I will follow" continued Rahma who was taken by Aisyah.

"Later to follow ya..."

"Yes!!"

Rahma quickly went to look for the toilet, while Aisyah walked in looking for a seat.

Bruo

With reflexes the man who accidentally hit Aisyah directly held Aisyah's hand, so that the girl did not fall. "I'm sorry I didn't mean it" he said, apologizing.

Aisyah nodded trying to release her hand which was still held by the man. Aisyah squealed a little as the man seemed to deliberately hold his hand. "Mas, please take my hand off!"

"Oh yes, I'm sorry" he said apologizing. "Once again I'm sorry, ma'am"

"Yes, papa. Next time don't hold hold it, not the mahram"

"Yes, sorry. I'll go first, excuse me..."

The man walked out, while Aisyah resumed her steps to find a seat. He walked towards the empty seat by the window. By propping up her chin using both hands, Aisyah pensively. Why does he feel that there is something wrong with the man.

Couple minutes...

"Dear..."

Aisyah turned her head with a smile as she looked at Rahma who stood up and sat down before her. "How about, what are you daydreaming about?"

Aisyah shakes. "It's nothing"

Rahma smiled. "Just think of a guy...?"

"No."

"Who knows if you're thinking of a guy. Uh shah, now you like someone else?" Ask Rahma.

"Why?"

"Just ask me about it"

"That's a secret" answered Aisyah.

"Heh Shah, at school you're the new boy on the handsome ga?"

Aisyah nodded. "And his name is a handsome man, if the new woman is beautiful"

"Means I'm pretty?" Ask Rahma by pointing at herself. Aisyah nodded.

"That's why some say that my face is as good to look at" said Rahma annoyed by singing her lips.

"You're beautiful. Don't be horrified said people, you are beautiful in your own way" Reply Aisyah made Rahma smile.

"Eh, have you pesen Syah food?"

Aisyah shakes.

"Excuse me..."

Both are looking straight. Aisyah frowned as the man who had accidentally collided with her stood not far from her. "Sir, sorry this phone fell" he said by thrusting Aisyah's phone.

Aisyah furrowed her brows in confusion. Falling off? But when? What was the moment he accidentally hit that guy? However, why was he completely unaware that something had fallen?

Aisyah smiled faintly by receiving her phone. "Thank you, my mom..."

The man nodded and then left. Aisyah picked up the bag that was still hanging on her shoulder. He was increasingly confused when he saw his sling bag that was open, had he not been closed tightly? And if he had closed tightly, most likely his phone will not fall when hit earlier.

"Dad!!" Call Rahma.

"Yes?"

"Why? Any problem? How is diem?!"

Aisyah shakes.

"No, what's wrong" replied Aisyah.

•••••

20.15

Tok tok tok tok

"Came..."

Lina turned her head and put her phone on the bed. "Yes ma..." Lina walked over and opened the door to her room.

"What's the matter ma?"

"Lin, please buy me fried rice mama. Mama wants it"

Lina nodded. "Yes"

"This is the money.." Lina took the money that her mother gave her.

"Buy two packs. If you want to buy it"

"Yes ma"

"Yes, my mom went down first..."

Lina nodded.

With nothing to bring, Lina also went straight down. "Ma, Lina go first huh. Assalamualaikum" Lina said by kissing the back of her mother's hand.

"Greetings waalaikum"

With a quick walk, Lina directly exited the house and went to look for a fried rice seller. This time he prefers to walk. After a few minutes of walking, Lina finally found a fried rice seller who sold alone on the side of the road. He bought three packs of fried rice for himself and his parents.

After about twenty minutes of waiting...

"It's neng.."

"Oh yes sir, this is the money. Take it back" said Lina by taking the fried rice that had been wrapped while giving up the money.

The father nodded with a happy smile. "Thank you, neng."

"Yes sir. Excuse me first, assalamualaikum"

"Greetings waalaikum"

Lina walked away to go home. This time he chose to walk on a shortcut. Eiits, but there is no copet or other evil as you imagine. This road will shorten his time. Indeed not many dare to pass this road because the road is dark and quiet, but because Lina has often passed through it so she is also used to passing that road.

Lina squinted her eyes with a look that led to the figure of the man who was pounding the trees. "Who is that? Night night kayak gini nonjok nonjok tree is not clear like that.." Mumbled Lina astonished. His sight was distracted by a car parked not far from the person. "I know the car..."

A few seconds his mouth opened in shock. "Don't Iqbal no more? But why is he here tonight? On the deserted road of kayak gini!"

Lina walked quickly closer to Iqbal, looking at him with a grieving look. Crazy is a non-tree malem male. I don't think there's any other work. Inner Lina.

"Iqbal!!" Call Lina.

"Assalamualaikum Iqbal" But still, Iqbal did not discuss the existence of Lina.

"IQBAL!!" Shouted Lina. Feeling anxious, Lina immediately pulled the sleeve of Iqbal's jacket to make the man change position to face towards him. "Why bal?" Ask Lina.

Iqbal just lowered his head in sweat that poured real from his forehead to his neck, with his hunting breath very clearly seen and heard by lina. "Bal, don't put it on me! What's going on here?" Ask Lina again.

Iqbal fell silent, before long he held both his eyes with his right hand. "YARRGGGHHH...." She screamed with an emotional kick to the tree, while Lina looked at it questioningly.

"Room..." Call Lina slowly.

Lina looked at Iqbal. "Bal Lo why?" Lina circulated her gaze, sweeping the quiet surroundings. "Bal, drive Lo to my house. It's not good if anyone sees us both here, can nimbulin slander"

"Bal, come!!" Take Lina forcibly.

With a slight limp, Iqbal walked towards his car. Once inside, he looked towards Lina who was standing outside the car. Iqbal wiped his tears that were almost spilled.

"Good!!" The command is to open the car window.

"Gue walk only"

"Good!!"

Lina remained silent. "Let's ride!!" Force Iqbal.

Lina nodded in doubt, quickly getting into the car. Without taking a long time, iqbal immediately drove his car to Lina's house. While Lina was silent a thousand languages by glancing at the man beside her who was focused on the deserted road they had passed. At first glance, he also saw Iqbal who occasionally wiped his tears. What's really going on with that guy? His attention was distracted by Iqbal's injured hand.

"Bal, what's the matter with Lo's hand?" Ask Lina.

Because they pass through shortcuts, so it only takes a certain time three times shorter when riding a car. "Sampe!!" Iqbal reply.

"Hand Lo why?" Ask Lina again.

"Ga papa"

"Down!! I treat Lo's hand" Lina said.

"Ga!"

"Down bales!!" Iqbal. "Bal, down!" Force Lina.

Without nodding or giving an answer, Iqbal immediately opened the door and got off his car, the same thing was done by Lina.

Both of them walked straight inside. "Assalamualaikum" Lina opened her door.

"Sit. I want to go inside first" said Lina who directly walked towards her papa mama who gathered in the family room.

A few minutes, Lina had already come with a medicine box in her hand. With pain he treated slowly the wound on Iqbal's hand, whereas the wound Iqbal but who felt pain himself. Look now, Iqbal just didn't react to pain at all. He was busy looking down with his face..

"Lo was doing nonjok nonjok kayak tree that!! So it hurt Lo's hand!" Omelette Lina. "Lack of work! If you see other people already thought crazy Lo" continued again.

Lina glanced back at Iqbal, usually he would immediately nyolot not accept if he talked like that. But now, what was on his mind at the moment?

After she finished, Lina tidied up and put everything together in one medicine box. "Bal Lo why the hell? Any issues?" Asked Lina who had not been answered by Iqbal.

Iqbal raised his face, with his eyes looking red as well as his sad looking gaze he looked at Lina. "Tonight I can sleep at Lo's house?" Ask her slowly.

Lina frowned. "Why?"

"If you can't, papa. I'm not maksa"

Lina shakes. "That's not what I meant. Why do you want to sleep here? Are there any more problems? What problems?" Ask Lina.

Iqbal lowered his head again. He remained silent for quite a while. "My mother's father wants a divorce" he said in a raucous voice. Her tears were unbearable, but she quickly wiped them away.

Lina sighed softly by looking at Iqbal. He could also feel what the man who was now sitting beside him was feeling. "Gue doesn't want to go home for a while. It just makes me more hurt" he continued.

"PAPA!! PA..." Call lina.

Gunawan who was busy on the laptop in front of him immediately turned his head and walked into the living room. "What's Lin?"

"Iqbal wants to sleep here. Can you?" Lina asked with a smile.

Gunawan stared at iqbal. "Tumben bal wants to stay here?"

Iqbal smile. "yes om. Want to." Again."

Gunawan. "Yes, if you want to go to papa. You are Lina's friend. Later you let Lina anter to sleep in the guest room huh.."

Iqbal. "I slept here"

"Lhoh why? Nay! the guest sleeps here"

"Ga papa om, I sleep here only"

Gunawan fell silent and then nodded. "Yes already then, om Back inside huh. You guys continue talking"

"Yes pa.." Answer Lina.

"Room..."Call Lina. "Lo sure you want to sleep here?"

Iqbal nodded. "Yes, wait here. I take a pillow as a blanket" Lina said by standing up and walking to her room.

Here, lina brought him the blanket that she thought was the thickest and most comfortable. Yes probably, Iqbal currently needs calmness and comfort. "It's bal..."

Iqbal smiled thinly by taking the pillow and blanket that Lina had taken. "Still" Iqbal said.

"The same"

Iqbal began to lay his body on Lina's long sofa. At the moment he is really tired, tired of facing everything.

"Bal, tomorrow after the morning prayer I want to ngajak Lo" said Lina.

Iqbal. "Where?"

"To a place that might make you feel better." Answer Lina

•••••

As Lina said last night, after their morning prayers went straight away. Iqbal continued to drive his car by following directions from Lina. Until finally Iqbal's car parked in the yard of a wooden house with ancient architecture.

Lina and Iqbal got out of the car. "This is my grandmother's house, in Deket here there is somewhere I want to point to Lo" said Lina.

Iqbal turned his head in the direction Lina pointed. While Lina took the phone from her gaming pocket and turned on her hp flashlight. Because this shajuh still looks dark today.

Lina walked towards the narrow alley right beside her grandmother's house, making Iqbal follow her from behind. "Where am I going?" Ask Iqbal

"Ikutin..."

Iqbal squealed a little by shaking off some of the shrubs that blocked his path. After about a minute of walking, they finally reached the field with lush green grass growing it. There are also many kinds of ornamental plants and flowers that grow in it.

Lina walked towards the iron pole and took the lantern hanging over it. Quickly, Lina lit the lantern with a lighter she brought from home, after lighting herself up again hanging on the iron pole.

"Why use a lantern? Can't use what garden lights?" Ask Iqbal.

"It's more economical" Lina replied lightly. "Good!!" Lina commands by pointing her cell phone flashlight towards a house made on top of a tree.

"This house of birds?" Ask iqbal.

"Not a bird house but a bego tree house!"

Iqbal chuckled. "Yes yes, I am as stupid as that different bird house same tree house can not be"

"Yes it's up"

Iqbal nodded.

He immediately climbed the stairs as well as followed Lina who followed below him. After going inside, Lina immediately sat in front of the large window. A window without any obstructions like glass or anything else.

"Why bring me here?" Ask Iqbal.

"Look at the sunrise" Lina answered.

Iqbal was speechless with his gaze sweeping around the garden. "There are still fireflies here..."

Lina nodded. "Yes, if this hour is just a few. But at night, a lot. It's really good to see" Lina said.

Lina sighed softly by staring at the sky that was starting to light even though the tinge of sun had not been painted in the morning blind today.

"In the past, I used to make this place as an escape when there was a problem" muttered Lina made Iqbal turn to her. "When I feel sad, disappointed, angry I always come here. Crying here alone, because when I'm here I feel like I'm calmer."

"Lo know? I used to do all this Grandma, my grandfather. We made it together, and the art again this park is made specifically for me. We plant various types of flowers here, every day in flush, in care. Sampe grew this much" continued Lina again.

Iqbal laughed, laughing at himself. "Lo is lucky to have a family that loves you, not like me. They don't care about me. Mama papa, all selfish, they want themselves without caring for their child." Iqbal.

"Gue sure, papa mama Lo is still love Lo" said Lina.

"Honey from where? Papa once doubted me as his son" Iqbal said in a raucous voice. From his tone, it indeed stored the deep sadness that he felt right now. Iqbal wiped away a drop of her falling tears.

"Doubt what Lo means?" Ask Lina.

"The mother's father was married because of an arranged marriage. They are paired so that the company can grow rapidly into a large company. In marriage, there is no love between them. Every day I have to see those who are always quieting each other, or even have to hear their quarrels. I did everything I did, but it was all in vain. At least, I used to have hope to unite my family, but that hope was dashed" explained Iqbal by lowering his head.

"In childhood, every child needs affection. I did too, but unfortunately I didn't get what I was hoping for. Every day I can only see and see children my age who love their parents. In fact, I often ask God, why I can not feel the happiness of what kind of child my age rasain at that time..."

"Before marriage, my mother had a relationship with her father Verel. They love each other. Even when married, the love is still in their hearts. Eating mama cheating is just as good as verel, because they love each other"

Lina looked at Iqbal. "And that's why every time I meet Verel Lo always fight with him?" Ask Lina.

Iqbal nodded. "Yes. Verel hates my family because he has an assumption that his mama ruined his family. But she's still lucky to have a mother who cares about her. He can still feel the affection of a mother, different again the same I who love one of my parents is difficult for me dapetin"

"And ever since, papa's mama has been fighting a lot. Even papa does not want to sleep one more bed with mama when papa knows that mama cheated. And at that time, papa assumed that I was not his son but the son of his affair mama. I know because it was a sudden moment papa ngajak I made DNA Test" said Iqbal again, with all his might hold his tears so as not to fall.

"They are too busy to take care of themselves, they put too much ego forward. Until I forget that there is a child who always waits for affection from them." Iqbal. "My hope is that it's just one of the past. Have a harmonious family like people. Lo,,, Lo can get it for free Lin. But me? I had to fight first, but unfortunately my struggle ended in vain"

Lina looked at Iqbal. It turns out that behind Lo's attitude there is sadness that Lo simple bal. Sorry I don't know everything.

"When I graduated Junior High I immediately wanted to move to a boarding school, away from home. I don't want to keep seeing things that just make my heart hurt. In the pesantren, I have a new environment, a new school, a new family. In fact I feel that Abah Sama Bu nyai love me more than my own biological parents. I also have Fariz, Reyhan the same Inspiration, they are all good as me. Since I was at the school, my life has felt better. All the wounds, slowly, also began to heal. But when I come back here again..." Iqbal gulped strongly at his saliva.

"Lo's got this kind of problem, but has Lo ever told anyone else besides me everything?" Ask Lina.

Iqbal. "Gue felt alone. I feel like no one cares, no one wants to hear my story. I also have no place to share happiness or sadness. I eat it to catch it all. I chose to look good in front of everyone" Iqbal sighed softly. "I'm finally glad I told you everything. Even though the person who heard my story is not what I expected to be like a tiger" said Iqbal by turning to Lina.

Lina's face that had looked sad now quickly changed to irritated. "IQBAL!! Don't provoke my emotions.." Reply to Lina by pointing her index finger towards Iqbal.

Lina refocused looking ahead. Not feeling a tinge of sun has been painted in the eastern sky beautifully, along with the sunlight that has begun to radiate brightly from his residence. And perhaps, slowly the king of the day will rise. Doing its job to shine also gives joy to the world's population.

"The sun's already coming up" said Lina.

Iqbal looked up at the sky. Seulum a smile was painted on his face. "It's good to see from here" he said, which was immediately nodded to Lina.

They sat in the tree house, watching the sun rise. Perhaps today, it was the morning of the blind and the rising sun that bore silent witness to their immorality. The violence that used to be hard for them to make. And this is where their story begins.

There may be someone who falls in love with one look. However, there are also those who have to go through various feelings of hatred to create love. True love is eternal.

- Lina Princess M - - - - D