
I asked for help on the steps to help get me to the bathroom so I could pray in a holy state.
Ma'am Ima and May smelled me even though my body and mouth were very stinky. But just a few steps my stomach suddenly nausea. Fortunately in front of my room there was trash in the lower court and entered the unholy area to go to the bathroom.
"www.ukkk...."
It felt like all the contents in my stomach came out until my throat hurt so much because I wanted to vomit but nothing else came out of it.
I feel like someone is rubbing my neck. Maybe May or maybe Ima did it.
I vomited quite a lot until my body was slumped down regardless of May's grip and Ima's mother. I fainted and I don't remember anything after that. It all went dark.
A few moments later I woke up and was in the room lying on top of my bed before. I saw friends surrounding me, some just silent and some smiling watching me wake up. There are also those who massage my legs and hands.
At times like that I feel grateful that there are still many who care for me.
I saw a wall clock at 16:45. I remember I have not prayed dhuhur and asar.
And the first thing I said was whining, "I want to pray....!"
"It's thithik ae wes semaput ngunu loh an" said Mbak Leli.
"Solat nggawe cue ae you know!" said another friend.
I cried and accepted their advice. Sister Ima helped me cover my aurot then I prayed in a supine state without ablution. Just cross my arms and move my head a little more down when I'm ruku' and prostrate.
I fell asleep a while after that until there was a noise in front of my room.
Ma'am Ima clapped my hand and whispered in my ear.
"Let's go home with your car!"
I just nodded too.
Some friends drove me outside through the office of the princess's lodge (where we received guests and paid for cottage administration) to the parked car right in front of the office.
I walked very weakly too. No matter how I look, it must have collapsed. The hijab is not clearly tilted to the left or to the right. Buttons shirt also seems not all covered, the holster especially.peng not karu-kulih. Plus the smell of my body and my mouth that didn't take a bath these two days. Complete is the suffering of those who possess me.
Sorry, my friends who have been patient with me....
The princesses were clustered in front of room A, looking at me in whispers and wondering.
I dragged my feet with all my might even though my hands were supported by my friends still I had to remove the remnants of my energy.
We stepped in limping until we could get out of the office of the princess cottage to the car that had opened the door. Though the distance is very close.
But just as we stepped on the sandals I had already fallen out of their grip and fainted again. After that, I no longer know what happened. Who got me in the car that day I don't know either.
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Between conscious and not I heard the noise when we got to the front of the house mbak Ima. I heard their conversation but had no power to open my eyes let alone move my body. I just shut up and let go. It turned out that Bu Nyai's car had reached our village, meaning I fainted long enough.
I heard my father getting into the car about to take me into his house mbak Ima.
I vaguely heard someone say, "Let kulo mawon who wak Mat not".
My heart is pounding, I'm sure it's cak jidin. I muttered in my heart, 'Yes Alloh hopefully he doesn't carry me' . I would feel stained if he touched me even though we were not lawful to touch.
"Not let me be alone" said my father kekeh then tried to carry me. But because of the age factor and the body of my father who was very thin he was unable to lift my body which at that time could be said to be fat.
"Just like me" said Cak Jidin while lifting my waist and legs while my father raised my head and back.