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Mudslide

Elsewhere, after a few hours...

A sleeping man looks restless. Cold sweat also splashed. Right now, what he saw in his dream was a dark and empty room.

Along with the loud screams of the fans who beat him and Aaron yesterday evening. To make it reflex to protect the head area with both hands. He was still afraid, and traumatized by the loud voices of those who kept ringing in his ears.

It was also seen that the men were running towards him. However, the time that seems to be approaching it seems to just pass through. Then his body turned back carefully.

It was there that he saw some men beating Aaron. While the man continued to stare at him while extending his hand, like asking for help.

Both of Ilyas's eyes were kept closed, as he looked back at the beating scene on Aaron's head. Until the crowd turns into silence. Replacing Isak the cry of a woman who is truly heartbreaking.

Ilyas found out that Ayudia was holding Aaron's bloody head while crying bitterly. Then, looking at him with a cruel gaze as well as pointing at the man with glasses.

"ALL BECAUSE OF YOU, MAS ILYAS!" His voice that even echoed in both ears.

There was nothing he could do, as his tongue and feet suddenly stiffened. Besides just being able to look at women with an aura of hatred that continues to denounce him.

"You got my husband killed! You've made me lose my husband! Why don't you just die?! You murderer! MURDERER!"

Both of his neutrals instantly opened. The dreams he had were real. Qonni was very angry with him, and probably Aaron was too.

The ceiling of the room is dark because of the lighting that is deliberately turned off. The rain outside seemed heavy, lightning flashes occasionally struck.

Ilyas was awake, with breath still hunting. And the overwhelming fear mixed his guilt against the friend.

As he sat down, he took a few visits several times. His face was still filled with bruises, also the pain all over his body slightly grimaced with his hands holding his chest.

"O Allah, Aaron," he murmured in regret. His eyes turned to the side, where the wall clock was perched. On the see, the new time shows at two in the morning. But he was afraid to go back to sleep, worried that the dream of persecution as well as Ayudia's anger at him would recur.

Slowly he was shaking glasses that were slightly broken and one of his frames was broken, long enough the young man was pensive to stick glasses in his hand. Soon tears fell on the thing.

"Did I really kill you, Run?" The man went back silent. Imagining Aaron's face before collapsing.

Antum don't be rash, Yas! –the voice of Aaron that he remembered shortly after his hand brushed off Aaron's hand trying to hold him. Making Ilyas more guilty.

"Yes, all because of me. I wish I'd taken what you said, Run. If I were to recite, if I were to recite! Aaron..., my sorry Aaron. Sorry about me, Run." The man as unwillingly on his bed felt a deep regret from the bottom of his heart.

If time could be turned, he should not be rash like what Aaron said. Because one against dozens of people, it was impossible to win. But, regretting it all won't bring Aaron back. His body is now buried, his soul has returned to the lap of the Khalik. The place where everything is returned.

For one early rakaat, he read Surah Al-Baqarah while occasionally sobbing when he arrived at certain verses while being civilized.

Is man not able to avoid his destiny. That'sthat's true! But, why should he intervene there?

Everyone may not know, what is really happening in GBK. Everyone only knows, Aaron died because of football club supporters. But for Ilyas. Aaron died because of him. But how does he explain everything. He was not even able to tell the true situation before the family of Aaron. What a coward! That's what he deserves for himself.

Now, he is still grateful for being given the opportunity to live. While Aaron? Shouldn't he still be by his wife's side who still need the man's presence while awaiting the birth of their child?

Not to mention seeing the condition of Ayudia who did not express anything other than a blank stare with the swift tears that wet her cheeks in front of her husband's corpse.

The young man paused his reading for a moment, feeling a tightness in the chest. It flashed in his mind, how could he live a quiet life after snatching away the happiness of many people. His lips grimaced painfully, his back shaking violently. Until the sound of his cries could no longer be hidden, Ilyas took a long time to calm his cries in the midst of the prayer he was currently standing.

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Abas brought home the breakfast he had bought. Because their eldest brother is sick, so no one is cooking today. While Ibnu was fulfilling the task of Ilyas who was supposed to deliver the goods of his service.

"Eat first, Mas." The teenager who was still in the third grade of junior high school called the sleeping man in a slanted position to his back to the door. "Mass?"

"Hmmmm..." Ilyas slowly changed his sitting position. His body not only felt pain due to yesterday's riots, but he also felt weak because he was awake all night while crying. Even this morning, he did not dare to sleep. The man was still afraid of the dream last night.

Abas approached, and sat on the lip of the bed, bringing him food and warm water.

"Isnu on the road?" He asked weakly after sipping warm mineral water from the glass that his youngest sister was thrust into.

"Udah, Mom. From earlier." Abas opened the rubber that tied the rice packet to the plate he was holding.

Looking at the rice, Ilyas seemed reluctant to eat it. Due to the sliding jaw the beating effect yesterday. However, wherever he would have to fill his stomach before downing the medicine so that his body condition quickly recovered.

"Mas Ilyas ate a little, yeah. Had wanted to buy porridge but Abas Tau Mas did not like Porridge. So this is all, what matters."

Ilyas nodded before taking over the plate on Abas' lap. The man with the broken glasses tried to eat it slowly, so that the pain was not too pronounced.

"Mas, Mas Ilyas must change his glasses, deh. It's broken rich."

"inshaAllah, buy tomorrow. There is no money to buy new glasses. Anyway, for a while, this can still be used, really." The man spoke while occasionally holding back his glasses that were about to fall.

As for Abas only mangosteen, he has not said that next month there is a repeat of the semester. Some LKS books, and SPP this month have not been paid. However, he did not dare to say that now maybe tomorrow-tomorrow when his eldest brother was cured.