Love Santri And School Teacher

Fly

When he got home, Cintya threw her bag carelessly. His heart was upset and tired of his deep hatred and jealousy. Disappointment to rule him.

"si*lan, why are all these guys?" cinta rattled her hair that had been freed from her hijab.

He remembered the cloudy day when he was upset to be made to wait without news and certainty, and drizzle then witnessed a person who made him upset was busy chatting with others and enjoying a bar that he hated.

"sib*lan's base" again the curse slid from his mouth recalling the incident that afternoon.

'tok tok' the sound of knocking on the door of his room suddenly forced him to stop venting the vexation of this time.

"have you come home yet?" ask Wiwid after Cintya opens the door.

"mom, just entered" replied Cintya who could not hide the tangles on her face.

"kok pout that nduk? Why?" tanya bu Wiwid stroked her daughter's long hair.

"no reason ma'am" Cintya replied leaving her mother who was still standing at the door to sit back in her bedroom bed.

"if it's okay, how could it be a pout?" ask bu Wiwid again full of search.

"there's a problem at nduk school?" continue bu Wiwid guess what is happening to Cintya.

"no ma'am" Cintya answered and leaned her head in the arms of her mother who had been sitting next to her.

"Achrome?" guess Wiwid again with curiosity.

While Cintya just silently did not answer, only a faint crying voice seemed to be an answer to the justification of her mother's guess.

"Achrome why?" while stroking Cintya's hair back to more calm storytelling.

"i hate Akrom bu" replied Cintya with a hoarse voice accompanying the increasingly free cry she overflowed.

"do you hate why nduk?" ask bu Wiwid after a while hugging Cintya so that she is calmer again.

"Cintya sees Akrom hanging out in a stall with women, on the last day Cintya watches the exam. And Akrom didn't pick me up after I had waited for a long time" Cintya recounted all in relief.

"have you asked Akrom?" ask Wiwid again carefully.

"for what? I saw for myself, Mom. I hate that kid" Cintya said, cursing at Akrom.

"according to mother, all these problems should be discussed carefully, son. Instead of directly deciding from one side" Wiwid's bu advice.

"but Cintya is disappointed ma'am, Cintya hates to just look at it" rejected Cintya who had been controlled by disappointment and hatred for Akrom.

Bu Wiwid sighed deeply, he could not force his daughter to accept his advice where her heart had been filled with anger and disappointment.

"just don't be angry, you have lunch. Let's not be sick because of a lot of thoughts" bu Wiwid diverts the discussion so that Cintya is not too late in the immortality of his heart.

"yes ma'am, Cintya will eat" replied Cintya lazily and continued to enjoy herself in the arms of her mother which made her very calm.

 

The roar of the car engine ended at an airport parking lot on the border of Surabaya and Sidoarjo, after several hours of roaring forced the wheels to spin down the asphalt of the road and left memories.

"you always tell me about the house, Krom?" maftukhah said while hugging the child just means heavy to let it go.

"yes ma'am, immediately Akrom contact the house when it has arrived" he replied.

"keep yourself well. Live all your duties well" Mahfud's message rubbed his son's shoulders with pride.

"yes yeah. Please pray" Akrom replied looking at his father.

"yes son, with or without asking father and mother always pray the best for you" replied Mahfud.

After the completion of the farewell drama between a wandering boy and two parents, immediately all the supporting luggage is prepared for him to bring.

"well" Akrom's short answer is landed by the sense of wonder why his father ordered it, while at all he never told the condition of his current romance with Cintya.

Seconds and minutes of rolling follow a constant flow of time stepping in no matter how hard people are clear to pause. He remains haughty.

All boarding business and all procedures before the flight is completed he lived, and waiting for the flight schedule is where an anxiety arises accompanying expectations.

Where he hoped for a miracle of Cintya who came after him at the last moment he was there, just for him to be able to apologize directly and explain the events of the day. Even though he still has to leave in the end. At least no anger was there.

"ah, it seems like it's just a movie. And in fact this is my story, not the director's screenplay" murmured exclaimed Akrom realized his stupidity to hope like a movie story.

Saturated over a boy who was alone waiting for the time when he really went far.

"repeatedly I apologized to you, and if it was your choice not to give me a speaking room. I'll go" as soon as the Akrom message he typed to send to Cintya. The message he sent was last for her before leaving the land and the story.

A few minutes still without any answer, although repeated messages have been read by the recipient. Resigned his heart over Cintya's choice not to give him the opportunity and his choice to ask Akrom to leave.

There was a call for passengers with destinations to Egypt to be ready to enter the plane immediately, where the journey will begin.

Repeatedly Akrom turned his head back with himself hoping for a miracle to come to meet Cintya last time. But all his views were in vain, which he never found there.

"may you be happy" said Akrom lirih whispering lamenting disappointment.

Stepping gontai he towards the plane, every step is every reinforcement that he himself to harder miss it through.

Then the plane actually flew into space to shake the heart of a passenger to be more clear through a new period in the story.

Fly

hue embroidery flushed

from the cloud's windows

hayal and sorry are still wet

drawn out layers of anger

if in your heart there is a speck of space

for me to overflow all the light

I offer my honesty I spare

without a speck I throw away

you're already gone

and your hatred is too high

I don't know how I've reached the elegi

and you, still haughty running

to you I am an ******

because you regretted I was inflamed

and because of you too I will be lost

Cursing in the clouds drifting

A writing that he suddenly wanted to write, just lighten everything that makes you upset. Then he took a photo to keep it. With the intention to upload it on his social media account when later signals he can use after the trip.