Love In The Wound

Chapter 29

"I'm gonna find that guy, Dad. If we need to sue him to go to jail!" said Bang Gino who I still hear his voice from my room.

"Dad will meet the Rohman family to foil our plans" said the listless father. He was no longer angry like that. It could be that Dad is resigned to my situation.

"Urus Nai, Mom!" father Message.

"Yes, Dad."

Pork!

Mas Gino hit the table.

"See it if I see the guy, I won't forgive him!" grumbled Bang Gino again loudly.

It was a long night for me, I couldn't sleep at all. I even wanted to curse and hit him as hard as I could so that this feeling would diminish.

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Now the day has shown at two o'clock in the afternoon, as usual I rushed to dress neatly to teach children to teach in musola. Actually my heart isn't ready to come yet but I pity it if I don't teach.

When I arrived at Dushola, I met Mas Dikha.

"Assalamualaikum, Ustadzah," said Mas Dikha greeting me while joking. Guilt about him hung up on me.

"Wa'allaikumsalam," I answered softly without daring to look at him.

"I'll take ablution first!" Pamphitt.

"Please" I smiled back.

When Mas Dikha washed his face under the water tap I saw a little scar on his cheek, my mind started to get messed up.

"Ah, is that what Mas Dikha did? But where possible, it would be impossible if He had blessed me, He was a Religious," I thought then. After that I pushed away the prejudice so that I did not wrong people.

"Ah, could it be that the worshiper is adulterous," I thought.

"Nai, come!" Call him, break my daydream.

I, too, finally joined the lecture and began to teach, we were very busy teaching the children in turns, until it was finished at four in the afternoon.

Children say goodbye to home while I roll the mat that becomes a seat to be cleaned, assisted Mas Dikha of course. Mas Dikha piled up the table that we used to put the holy book of the Qur'an and iqro.

"Sir, let's go home together!" Invite her then after I sweep the floor clean. Our house is close to each other, of course, it is natural that he invited us home together.

"Yes," I replied.

We went home and walked along.

"Yes someone proposed to you last night?" His question seemed curious to make me widen my eyes.

I was silent, confused. What to answer to Mas Dikha. Our status has not been broken.

Where he may not have heard the failure of the application last night what else our house is not far away.

"Maybe it's not your soul mate yet" I replied trying to calm down.

"Yes maybe, only I can be with him "he replied with a smile. I went back to listening.What did Mas Dikha mean to say so. I feel, Mas Dikha seems happy to hear my matchmaking failure.

"What do you mean Dikha?" Ask me to look.

"Yes, it's weird that you have my girlfriend why your parents still want to match you" she replied with a smile.

That sweet smile is one that makes me hold a sense of admiration for Mas Dikha.

"Yes Mas, who would want to be with a person who is bad morals like me if not sought by parents. I also doubt the sincerity of Mas Dikha," I said bitterly inserted a sense of no longer confident in order to protect the ugliness of my parents.