Nightmare Diaries

The Brown-robed Man

The king picked up the charity box that was in the corner of the classroom. I don't know who put that thing in his class, which is certain that this act is unforgivable. Moreover, looking at the contents inside it was already empty of egging.

Since last Friday, when the task of quoting money donations made by OSIM Ubudiyah is running. Damar, his work partner was too late to put the box carelessly. As a result, it disappeared from the surface.

Because of the incident, OSIM began to conduct mass investigations throughout the school. Every day there is a check or confiscation of goods suddenly. The money lost was huge, used for donations to orphans, the construction of mosques or natural disasters. So no wonder if the party responsible for holding the money feels confused.

Around early Monday, when the clock goes home from school. Suddenly the box appears in class 11 IPS. Representatives of three Osim people also came there to check. And right, the box lay neatly beside the bookshelf.

"It's very rude, very brave he took this box" said Kina, a representative of Ubudiyah.

"You take this to Osim's room, Kin. We have to find that money as soon as possible because that person who took it still keeps the money." The king handed the box to Kina and then turned to look at Anas, the Ubudiyah leader.

"You're right. Before the money is used up by the thief we must act quickly. So, what do we do?"

"We're gonna have a search tonight. Please announce it to the others. And if we can use the Qur'an's oath just in case someone lies."

"Alright, King. We'll take care of it."

Kina and Anas are out of class. After they were lost from sight, the King sat his body in a chair. Thinking of the thing that had just happened made him depressed. The burden he had to shoulder grew even more, not to mention next Sunday he had a meeting to discuss the annual school event.

The class was already quiet, rather than protracted silence in that place which would add to the fireflies his head better the King rushed home to the dormitory. Mencharger yourself before duty tonight.

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The joint remembrance session is over. Anas also took over the mic held by the upperclassman who led the recitation of remembrance earlier. And proceed by informing about their previous plans. So, no one can return to the dormitory first both men and women who are present at the mushala.

"To avoid lies, we will use the Qur'an oath. Please for you to come forward to each of the five people after the oath is finished then allowed to return to the dormitory so as not to mourn too long in the mushala until midnight."

Suddenly a complaining voice came from the people present. How not, the time to relax in their room will be wasted. No one can argue and be forced to enforce the rules.

To shorten the time, the King also told his other friend to open the hijab barrier between men and women. They were called one by one.

"I swear before the Qur'an and in the name of Allah I did not steal a penny from the box. If I lie then I will bear the sin and I will be punished accordingly." The words continued to slide from the mouths of those who were already standing in front while holding the scriptures.

And for an hour and a half of walking, there was still no sign of the apparent wetness of the perpetrator. Until finally the mushala was completely silent, only the King, Anas and some other Ubudiyah members remained. Everyone has confessed but the results are nil. No one is stealing.

"Where is it, Ja? We don't get the thief. Who else should we look for, all have sworn." said Anas on the sidelines rolling the carpet.

"I'll try to find another way. For a while stay alert and keep an eye on all those in the school. Who knows there's still one who's trying to defend his lie."

"All right, thank you, Ja. We say goodbye first. You don't want to go home?" take Damar, the King's roommate.

"No, I still have business. You guys go first."

They also left the king. But, not for that lopsided man, he still cleaned the Qur'an shelf. The king who noticed it immediately approached Anas and asked. "Aren't you balek, Nas?"

"Where can I leave you alone, Ja. It's late at night if something happens to you, what? I don't want to be an eyewitness in the interview."

The king laughed crisply. "You're too much."

"Oh yeah, Ja, I'm staying behind. Go to the bathroom because it's been saved from earlier."

"Yes, don't wait a long time I want to balek."

Anas stepped into the bathroom behind the mushala. The king remained alone, while waiting for him to take a broom in the corner and sweep away the traces of dust scattered on the floor.

After a few minutes of boring, then you hear footsteps coming. The king was relieved and immediately looked over. But, it was not Anas who was now standing before him but a man wearing a brown robe.

"Well, not all of you go home. Why are you still here?" The king asked confusedly.

The man remained silent and his eyes were still staring straight at the King, not responding to his question.

"Do you need anything?" Again the king asked.

"Just look in that room. Maybe it's there."

The man also stepped into the room that was used as a storage of goods for students who often left the equipment in the mushala. Not knowing why, the King was curious about the man and followed him into the room.

"Why are you coming in, someone's missing too?"

The king was slightly jolted when suddenly the man knew he was already in the doorway.

"Do you want to know who stole the money from the charity box?"

Hearing that question instantly made the King round his eyeballs. Of course, he wanted to know. I want it all to end quickly. So the king approached the man and attacked with many questions.

"Who took the box? Where is he hiding? What are the characteristics of the person? Tell me everything you know about the thief!"

"Calm down, one thing I'll tell you."

The king released his hand which he attached to the man's shoulder. Then act calm.

"I don't tell everyone. You will guess and find out who that person is. His people are close to you, he is the most diligent to the Mushala. Good and smart in mathematics. Hairy and rather tall. And he's in front of you."

Silence enveloped. The king thought for a while. After which, he immediately looked back at the man to ask a few more things. But, it was just empty that he got. There's no one.

"Where did that man go?" When you are confused. There was a heavy voice calling out to someone. The king immediately came to meet the origin of the sound. Anas was waiting for him on the steps of the Mushala.

"Where have you been, I've been looking everywhere."

"Oh, that's me in the storage room. When you go to the bathroom, there are people coming he said to miss the prayer mat. So, I was with him."

Anas nodded in understanding. "If so, let's balek!"

Cold air started to pierce the body. Slime crawling around. Only the sound of the footsteps of the two teenagers who are now returning to the dormitory. During the journey, the King still thought of the man's words. He still felt vaguely with the characteristics given. There are some things that resemble what the man said.

"Anas, you have an idea not to arrest the thief?"

There's no answer.

"Bag, Anas." The king who realized Anas was not beside him anymore turned back.

"You've been the way a long time. Scrap dong!"

"King, if I told you who stole the money, how would you do?"

"meaning?"

"You're gonna say sorry or say sorry to the secretary and say that that person should be expelled from school like you did to Farrel."

"Yes, that's the decision of the director. Will be given punishment if it will be his responsibility, I just convey the mandate. That's because he himself bully adek class until broken his hand."

"That's it."

The king felt strange with Anas' attitude. Not usually he asked unnecessary things so.Suddenly, the air was getting colder. Make the feathers of the king bristles. He also put a turban around his neck.

At first glance, King's vision caught the figure of the brown-robed man he had met earlier beside Anas, smiling very widely. Suddenly, the King's head felt dizzy. He took a few steps back.

"What's up, King? You sick?"

"No, Nas, just a little dizzy. Come on quick, it's cold this time."

Just raised a leg to step. His body pecked for an instant after hearing a sentence that he could not deny even once. Like being struck by lightning, the King's heart skipped a beat. Adrenaline's stopped. The atmosphere became tense even as the night animal was singing though.

"Sorry King, I stole the money." Then Anas walked forward, in his hand was tucked a knife. "I won't let you expose who did it."