The Journey of Child Life Outside of Marriage

017 Guests on Friday

Today, Friday, like the Friday before, my school is off.

I think Friday is the most comfortable day of the week.

usually at this hour, I'm still photographing the yellow kitap.

my ears were focused on every word of Mr. ustadz.and my fingers affixed every meaning of the Arabic script to the yellow paper I was glaring at.

yes sir ustadz who decipher and we the students who copy every meaning that is spoken pak ustadz

must be focused and meticulous, because once in a while pak ustadz asked each student to go forward, rereading the meaning of what was written.

must've been tense.......

a little wrong, shame God, is found out if you do not focus on hearing every word the ustadz

although occasionally pak ustadz stopped in deciphering , giving us time to rest in writing,

while explaining what was said earlier,

sometimes interspersed with stories or jokes so that we are not too tense

but still I was tense, especially my Arabic writing like a chicken claw, every time I write, rarely can be read again

silent class, all my friends listened, matched their writing, there was no sound other than the voice of the students who were rereading their meaning (meaning ).

o Allah......

that's when, it feels like I want to disappear in an instant,

even if it is wrong every time, it will not be scolded

but still , proving that I am the dumbest student in the class.

it may be my fate, though,

having a brain is not very clever, do not understand how to learn.

so each time the nadhoman memorizes, rereads the meaning and repetition, and,

I want to wet the bed, though,

so tense and scared......

value is always low

I breathed a rough breath.

because my story is the same, from the time of tsanawi to Aliyah, the case is the same

the most tense when facing these three things.

when it was , there was no time to learn, and memorize, because it was busy cleaning the house and sometimes helping to cook in a neighboring place.

now, maybe my otaku is too blunt, for that kind of thing.

but my time is now more than enough, for the so-called study and memorization of Nadhoman,

As a result it remains the same.

I put my foot in front of the television

turn on the 21-int television, watch the gossip show

sometimes my mouth makes comments, talking to myself like crazy.

because I am alone at home now.

sewah is still itikaf in the mosque, father has gone to the rice fields out of breakfast earlier, and mother to the market, maybe a little long because gossiping first with his friends seprofesi

when I focused on the television show, the sound of the car engine blew me away.

I turned my body, my eyes saw a car parked in the front yard of the house.

surprisingly, the driver did not come down.

until minutes, still at home in his car. not even open the car glass, I became curious right???

who the hell is she????

it's not natural, if I walk over, stand on the doorstep, observe

who knows the looks of, and can see clearly, the person in the car.

now my eyes were on the figure of the ice man, mas Ilyas, from the North road precisely from the direction of the son's cottage, riding his red metic motorcycle.

parked the motorbike not far from the car, Ilyas quickly opened the car door, and out the driver.

cocky really, cake event throws open in the door all , can not open the car door itself???

do not ride in a car if you cannot open the car door.

Old granny, glamorous dress, wearing,

the necklace is worn outside the hijab, maybe want to show, so big and beautiful the necklace, why not just use the train chain all you guys ???? surely it will look big and visible, the jewelry, God, maybe a store is used all that.

walking along with Ilyas mas, entering the house, approaching me who was alone was standing on the doorstep.

my reflexes took a few steps back giving way to two different generational beings, who did not care for my existence in the slightest.

proven both are indifferent to me, do not care about my existence, even though I have reviewed my most beautiful smile specifically for both.

Whatever, ........

mas Ilyas invited the old grandmother who was often called Eyang, to sit in a chair.

great really that eyang, already old dare drive the car alone, from his house on the top of the hill to here , without accompanied by the driver or anyone .

Without even being asked I immediately went in, made a drink, and served some snacks that I deliberately took from inside the store.

Just as I was carrying a tray of drinks to take out, my father, mother and Sambah had gone home,

come sit in the guest room, while chatting with eyes.