Not Nackal, Nurul!
Nurul's Opening
Nurul welcomed Mirsha's arrival in a friendly manner, but Mirsha looked down on her because of Nurul's simple appearance. However, Nurul understands Mirsha's attitude. For Nurul Mirsha just not used to the changes in the environment where she lived. Mirsha who did not want her papa left it and was invited by Nurul to go around.
“You'll be fine here. Your father can still call you later. What if I accompany you around? The complex environment is still crowded. You will definitely like to see the activities that are here,” said Nurul. He said softly and kindly, but Nurul was rejected in a rude manner.
Looking at the foundation chairman who had already left the two of them, Mirsha dared to express her annoyance. “Circling what? The cave is tired of knowing, want to shower and rest. Udahlah cave jet leg, still have to travel, let alone the smell of rotten rich gini,” said Mirsha by raising his voice to Nurul.
Nurul kissed his palms, the back of his hands and armpits, then he grimaced. “Hihi. Yeah, hell. I do stink. After scraping the soil in the garden,” said Nurul unpretently. “Well, you're awake. Yes already, now mending anterin cave to the cave room,” said Mirsha. His style was really like the boss's son to his errand boy.
When they reached the room Nurul sat on the other side of the bed. There are two beds in the room. Mirsha looked at Nurul in surprise. He had just learned that Nurul was his roommate. “You want to take a shower or me first? I'll smell this, who knows you can't bear to breathe it,” said Nurul while turning on the fan stuck on the ceiling.
Looking around, Mirsha grew limp. He looked up at the ceiling. What he expected was an air conditioner, not a fan. However, cleanliness, neatness and fragrant aroma of the room can neutralize the disappointment. Mirsha put her body on the bed. “Ya already, you first. Gua wants to straighten the body first,” he said more gently.
Time passed too. Nurul has finished his bath. He found Mirsha asleep. “Kanya I took a shower ga very long deh,” said Nurul wonder. He looked up at the wall clock that was attached high. “Well, right, just five minutes. He's fast he's fast. Magrib in a minute. If it is built, it must be a child. But don't you all have to get together, time alone in the room?” nurul said worriedly.
Nurul decides to wake Mirsha. Nurul repeatedly said that the time of magrib is near and they must gather. However, Mirsha did not want to wake up either.
Until the outside condition is dark, Mirsha was awakened by the touch of someone's hand. “Mirsha... Mirsha.. Wake up, Mirsha... “ says a woman. Mirsha opened her eyes and was surprised around her there were already several santriwati, a woman and of course another one was Nurul.
“You sick, Mirsha?” ask the woman. Mirsha was almost aghast knowing they were looking at her. “It's almost past magrib, Mirsha. I was back and forth waking you up, you did not get up-wake,” said Nurul. “Hehe... Sorry, Ustadzah,” said Mirsha grinning a horse. “But the body is not hot.. “ said the woman. “Mirsha sure is exhausted, Ustadzah. The trip was from out of town,” said Nurul. “I-iya, Ustadzah. I... “ said Mirsha.
Not yet Mirsha said, the Ustadzah also directly lectured him. The essence of the woman's speech was about discipline in this place. All santriwati in this place are treated equally, there is no special right unless it is udzur who syar’i or sick. Mirsha was so embarrassed by the thing that had just happened to her. Although often arrogant, Mirsha is nothing more than a spoiled woman who has shame.
The lucky thing for Mirsha is her meeting with Nurul. Nurul who became his roommate as well as his close friend in various activities in the boarding school. Another lucky thing is that Mirsha seems to have a personal doctor, an older sister, more precisely a mother. Nurul can be so considerate that loves him.
Time passes, and the day changes.
One night, after the activity, Nurul and Mirsha were about to rest. They unwinded him in their respective beds opposite each other, separated by a path between the door of the room and the door of the bathroom. Mirsha looked so lethargic, sad, because her energy had drained away. He then grabbed a framed photo that he had originally displayed on his study table. He rubbed the photo with a sad look.
“That's your mama, Cha? I've met your father before, but your mother hasn't. He did not come to take you here at that time,” said Nurul. “Iya. My mom is always near me, whenever. Even now, here,” said Mirsha or Icha then touched his chest. “Emh, sorry?” ask Nurul. Nurul was silent, then Icha continued his speech.
“Mama died since I was seven years old,” said Icha. Icha then shed tears. The tired condition of the body makes it so emotional now. From the look of his face he missed his mother so much, maybe also longing for a happy life, facilitated with luxury and not bound by the laborious discipline in this place.
Nurul got up and sat down by Icha's side. He rubbed Icha's back. “That's patient yes, Cha. You are not alone. There's me. Losing someone we love is hard. I really understand that again you rasain,” said Nurul in a tone that was so slow. The silence of the night was enough to make any conversation as slow as it sounded noisy. There will be pickets who wander around in front of their rooms. When it is found that there are santriwati who are on the move, the ustadzah will reprimand him.
“But this is birth mother, Rul. Not anyone else,” protest Icha. Nurul nodded quickly as he closed his eyes, insisting that Icha's protest was useless. “Iya, Cha. We have the same fate, so I also understand what you are feeling,” said Nurul. “So... “ says Icha. “Yes, my mother is also dead. About a year ago,” Nurul said. “Innalillahi wa inna ilaihi rojiuun. Counted new dong, Rul,” said Icha accompanied his sympathy to Nurul. He felt ashamed, because Nurul looked more robust than him. However, Nurul's sense of loss is still too new to be lost.
“I'm so sorry, Nurul. What did your mother die of?” ask Icha. Oh, my God, what kind of question is that? “Because of Allah, Cha,” replied Nurul. Hearing Nurul's answer, Icha also realized he was too faint-hearted to ask. Nurul smiled and continued his words. “My mother died after it was discovered that she had been in pain for a long time. He kept it a secret from us. I think that all this time every mother asked me for pain relievers, it was just from the usual pains. Maybe I was also the one who sped mom away,” said Nurul lowered his head in lethargy.
“Speed?” ask Icha curious. “Yes, that potion of mine. I must have made a dose error, or I did not boil the ingredients for long, or. “ Nurul said and slowly his voice trembled. It was obvious that he was holding back his tears. Icha held the hand of Nurul who was squeezing his clothes, channeling his strength so that Nurul was firm. “If I hadn't given any potion to mom.. “ said Nurul with tears that later spilled.
“Nurul... Ssh.. ssh... All happened because of Allah, Rul. Don't blame yourself like this,” said Icha. Icha rubbed Nurul's cheek. Nurul smiled slowly. “Still yes, Cha,” Nurul said. “I should be thanking you. I used to feel like the saddest child, it turns out that now I can share the sadness with you,” said Icha.
“By the way, so that makes you do not want to open the practice of medicine for the village again?” ask Icha. “You know that I used to open a medical practice?” ask Nurul back. “When I went to the market, I was not intentionally horrified by the conversation of mothers whose families he said sick. He complains about not being able to see a doctor and mention your name. He said it's a pity that you don't want to help the villagers anymore. Your alternative medicine is said to be efficacious and affordable,” explained Icha.
“Yes, I don't dare anymore, Cha. I don't want to deal with sicknesses. Quite common, here and there. I don't want to admit mistakes again,” said Nurul. “Did it prove that your mother died because of your potion? You overestimate too much, Nurul,” persuade Icha. “Emh, it's late. We better get some rest. Tomorrow we have a turn about liqo right?” nurul diverted the conversation.
