Separate Fence of God

Episode Four

Adi drove me to the front alley. I didn't let him drive me to the front of the house. Not that I don't want to, but that I don't want to create another commotion with you.

"Yes, I feel like an irresponsible man every time I drive you here" Adi said.

"Adi, give time for the Father, to accept our relationship. You know, I never felt like you were an irresponsible man." I held his hand again.

"Yes. I'm sorry, Shi" Adi finally said, then said goodbye.

I wave my hand to his departure. Adi's shadow disappeared with our distance.

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The house welcomes me back, there is a sense of tightness every time you decide to go home. The distance between me and my father is growing. There was never a good reception I got when I got home. I got further away from him, as if making a fortress between us.

I took a breath and continued my steps. Just now the door was open, screeching and maki scolding could be heard from the Father's room. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on the old man's conversation, this was totally unexpected. The sound of falling things was heard from within.

I do not want to interfere with the parents' problems, I decided to immediately clean up and look up to mention God's asthma.

Today, I feel so far away from God, since the quarrel with the Father I never once said, I just resigned in the prayers that I forced.

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After cleaning myself immediately I called the prayer rasadah then salat two rakaat, before continuing with remembrance.

Syahdu, that's what I think when I mention him. Until the tears can't be contained anymore.

After that, I continued by reading the Letter of Att-taubah in stern, because well I realized I was not too fluent in reading the Qur'an.

Before long, Azan Margib was staying. Calling people to immediately perform their obligatory worship.

My crying broke again, when I held out both hands saying His name and Adi's name in prayer full of intimacy. I would have resigned if I had wanted us to separate.

A knocking sound rang out, I immediately got up to take a look. Mother, she smiled at me while hugging this body tightly. "You know, son, I thought you ran away from home, but thank God you came back" he said sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Syifa, Mom. Because I left without saying goodbye. Adi invited me to travel around the city of Bandung," I replied with honesty.

She seemed silent, and then she smiled. "Yes, we better eat, I've cooked your favorite." I saw Mom's eyes looking back in tears. I longed to ask what happened, but, again and again, the ego overcame my curiosity.

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The sound of the clanking of spoons clashing with the plate became a rhythm, we were both silent to enjoy the food presented.

I miss the times when a family warmth was felt in this house, a smile on my face as I recounted the events at the college. However, everything was gone, becoming cloudy in the faces of Father and Mother. I want to be with them, but I also don't want to be separated from Adi.

"Sir, Ma'am ...."

"Oh, I ate it" said the Father, rising up and leaving us.

Mother did not answer anything, she smiled and followed Father. Leaving me here alone, is this home if the people don't expect us? I was just a shadow between them.

Is there anything more painful than being shunned by parents? Is there anything more sad than being considered dead by parents?

There was no appetite this time, so I rushed into the room. Maybe, if you talk to Adi this heart will be calmer.

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The phone connection was seen there showing Adi with her torn bread belly, her face was sweating, she smiled at me while one of her hands wiped her face with a towel.

"Hi, Honey. I miss you," he said.

"Hurm, so am I. What are you doing again?" my many.

"Most you,"

"Ish, your dreadlocks are mah." Seen there Adi chuckles.

"Yes, if you have one request, what would you like to ask?"

"I want to be by your side, especially tonight. I want to cry in your arms, spill all the sedu sedan I've been through." No tears back to wet the cheeks.

I don't know what happened. Suddenly our phone connection was cut off. Did I turn it off? I'll call you back soon but the results are nil.

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There are so many things I sacrifice in this life. Maintaining the person I believe to be a mate even keeps me away from both parents. I made so many decisions that there was more distance between us. I do not regret the decision, because everything has been arranged in such a way. You still have not received and I am sure one day, when Adi read the two words of the Father will be someone who is most proud of me.

Half an hour went by, I got no more calls from Adi. Maybe she was tired from hearing me cry. Or he gets tired of hearing my same complaint all the time.

I laid this body, hugging the panda doll Adi gave me. Our second anniversary gift. There have been a lot of gifts from Adi since we had a relationship. I remember again when he gave me a ring from the grass, he rested before me at that time.

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The sound of a knock from the bedroom window rang out, who was midnight like this coming? Does maling?

Carefully I slowly approached before I took the broom for preparation in case something happened that I did not want.

When I dropped the curtain, outside Adi smiled. Is he really the man I miss. I opened it immediately and took him into the room. I know this is wrong, but how else.

"Why are you here at night?" ask me while handing over the jacket.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be this close. Sorry," he said, taking me in his arms.

"Hurm, I'm sorry, everything that happened was because of my ego. You shouldn't have to endure my sadness" I said.

"Hey, relax. Don't cry, we'll get through it. Don't give up on the relationship we are in. One day, God will give us a way" he said.

"I will always stay, be someone who can help you when you fall. I'll be the first to wipe your tears." Further again.

I sobbed in his arms. He's my man God, don't separate us in a quick time. At least give me a little time to be with him, to carve out this very different story.