Love In Pesantren's

I'm off

The orange-colored violet accompanied my and Farrel's journey. After the warm chatter earlier, silence dominated us again.

I thought it was a warm conversation, For the first time Farrel talked to me a lot.

You know how Farrel has been. Well even though in our chat earlier, I was a little disappointed, ah I don't know why I was disappointed?

I obviously don't like the kind of talk that tells me to go away from him. Want me to stomp this leg uh.

In this silence, only the sound of the machine was heard. I cleared my throat, as a sign that I was going to talk.

Test the mic first so Farrel is not surprised. I turned slowly towards him who was in focus, aaaaahh why he can be so cool.

Astagfirulloh since when I was like this, aihh this must be because I am this exhausted.

"We go to Pesantren first yes, there is a deposit for Mama, and later we go to Nimas' house there is a deposit for him too."

"Yes." Yeah."

Farrel replied pemirsahhh.

Filled you Rel, I glared a little at getting an answer response from him.

It is true what Uwa said, Farrel was a good man. It was just that he could not put how his expression was.

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On arrival at Pesantren adzan maghrib.

As a result we also worshiped first, after I went to Mama's house. I wait for Farrel why so long in the mosque sii?

Bi Haji who saw me unsettled then sat down to approach me.

"Maybe your husband waits until Sof prayers."

Ah Bi time?

Eh but maybe also he's the same resistance Mama in the mosque hihi gruramin!!

I smiled justifying Ibi's words.

And sure enough, when Bi Haji and I returned to the mosque to wait for the time of prayer Isya which is a few minutes away. I found Farrell sitting with Ustadz Zamzam and Mama, apparently they were talking about something.

Aihh see that his facial water is changing so much, can be serious, shocked, and singed smile,Duh I ko like the beauty of his smile is so sad.

Hmm what are they discussing about?

I became curious.

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As planned we went to the house of Nimas, with Ustadz Zamzam who happened to meet in the mosque.

We walked and left the car in Pesantren, because the distance between Pesantren and Ustadz Zamzam house is very close.

Eh ko Farrel same Ustadz Zam can be as familiar as that. Along the way they chatted coolly as if forgetting I was behind them.

Consider me an electric pole, you guys who are good at talking.

"I haven't thanked you for what happened?"

Ustadz Zam glanced at me for a moment.

"What's Stadz for? My feelings have never been nolongin Ustadz."

Farrel chuckled softly.

Ustadz Zamzam smiled, "When my wife fell out of the bathroom, you were alone. If there were no you wouldn't know what would happen. But I foolishly slandered you."

Ustadz Zamzam shook his head in regret.

"That's past Stadz, the important thing is that Ustadz take care of his wife. Someone will take the money."

Candaan Farrel makes me think he still intends to take Nimas?

But he has a girlfriend now.

Ah yes, Rani. The woman I met.

Is it possible that Farrel wants to let me go because he's going to be serious with Rani?

All right, Rel, let's split up.

If by separating we're both happy let's do it.

Steady this time, upon arrival at home I will discuss this with Farrel.

I looked at his back there was a subtle vibration of what it was, which was obviously the last time I followed him behind.

There won't be another time after this. We'll be someone else.

Ustadz Zamzam was silent after being teased by Farrel, what happened? Maybe she was jealous?

Did anything happen after the incident in Hulli village?

I accompanied their conversation with daydreams, until Ustadz Zam had unknowingly opened the gate of the sign we had arrived.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumussalam, Sofiiiii."

When Nimas opened the door, we hugged each other.

I don't know when it was just yesterday but it feels different every time we meet.

We went inside their house, uh wait.

Why is there anything different here?

Ah this must be something.

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We let the men in the living room, while I invited Nimas to his room.

Mima was asleep.

"So Mima's sick to Nim?"

A moment after we chatted and talked about Mima who was sick.

"Yeah, yesterday I was so scared Sof. But thank God it's quiet now."

Nimas stroked Mima's cheek gently.

"Ustadz Zam is angry?"

My mouth can't get on the brakes, I realize my mistake.

Nimas smiled then nodded slowly.

Do you know what I said, they must have fought.

I also tried to strengthen Nimas' heart by channeling it through the grasp of my hand.

"I'm wrong, so it's appropriate that A Zam is angry."

Ck Nimas habit is always blaming yourself first.

"No, it's not wrong that I'm you. I've doused Ustadz Zam with water."

I tried to entertain him.

"What are you brave for?"

"No."

We also giggled slowly for fear that Mima would wake up.

"I didn't think you could be either."

Nimas said withholding laughter.

I am also amused by myself who now why I am a freelance human being like this.

We decided to leave the room, afraid that Mima would wake up to our behavior.

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In the living room I found Ustadz Zam and Farrel who were still cool together, but when we went out the room their attention was diverted.

"The one in the room seems really happy."

I'm sorry Stadz was a satire or what?

We finally joined them.

"Go home yuk!!"

Heh.

Farrel did not go home.

I said goodbye and left Nimas' house. Nimas ngajakin nginep, ah that was impossible even though I wanted to.

Farrell and I got home almost eleven o'clock at night.

After cleaning up I lay myself in this bed again. While still busy with his phone across there, I immediately remembered my intention earlier.

I chose to get up and sit on my bed staring at the busy Farrel.

"Rel, I'm gonna talk."

"Hm."

He didn't even see my face.

"I agree."

Well, only then did he get it but his forehead folded so much.

"Agreed what?"

He's starting to focus now, even though his hand is still holding his phone.

"Your offer, this afternoon. I'm gonna go."

But he was just like that.

"Rel.."

I hesitated to wake him up, like a man who daydreams like you are Rel.

"OK."

Escape that word, why is my heart like being squeezed like this?

"I'm anterin you tomorrow to your parents' house."

Tears glide without warning.

Here's finally.