YOU ARE MY PRIEST

YOU ARE MY PRIEST 2

A handsome man, has a typical Arab on his face. Sweet on the sidelines of his smile, a sharp nose. Makes all the women crazy to look at him. His feet were heavy, he had come home from school. A faint face was drawn on his face, he did not greet anyone in the house. His feet passed the stairs, his eyes empty. The thought of disbelief came to haunt him along the way.

Time signifies 13:00, go home early. Because, he just entered school and busy as a student is not too crowded for today. The little bed had been greeting him, ever since he entered the room. Only this ideal body, able to welcome so friendly on this mattress. Fatimah's figure was like a curious ghost, coming and going at will. He has not moved on, despite breaking up his relationship for more than 3 months. And that, hasn't been said long enough.

"Why did you come Fat?" his tone was too upset and unthinkable about it all. "Why did Fatimah come again! I even took a class. Especially this taste? I can't lie!" Bagas yelled and ruffled his hair. True, Fatimah was his ex, but why did he come again with a sense that had to come back again.

The flashback

"What are you really asking for?" my question was still ignored, his eyes did not look at me at all, he still walked away without paying attention to my voice

"I'm just asking us to break up! That's it! What a storm!" fatimah replied without looking at me, her voice looking very fed up with me.

"If this is why you want to be my girlfriend!" I shouted that night, all empty, there was no answer at all from Fatimah's lips, but I was sure Fatimah was hiding something from me.

••• ____Pushful ___________ •••

"Fatimah! Please stop! I need your explanation!" I shouted I wanted to draw Fatimah's hand. But, I'm afraid if people think I'm a rude person to a woman, so I just yell and can only chase, that's all.

"Why are you good! I've got a girlfriend who could be happier for me than you can understand!" firmly, it feels like my heart is no longer formed at this time, no matter what the pieces look like

"I've divided you, if you think it's less! Say Fatimah! Most importantly, I want to be with you until later! Until my heart will not turn away from Fatimah! Fatimah! Listen whenever I won't miss you with the others!" I shouted back, in a very firm tone. The person next to me could only look at me so closely, I still would never care. And at that moment I was really hurt by it

Flashback off

"I still haven't rella Fatimah! I'll teach you a lesson, I should be able to get you soon! I don't give a shit! How it is!" bagas' feelings are already stirring. He remembered how painful the separation was.

The girl who has a height of 160 cm, has handed her body to her favorite mattress. The body is so limp, it can't stand for too long. "I think Fatimah is starting to like Bagas again!" muttered Hanum. This girl has no proof whatsoever, of her heartbreak. However, he sided with his premonition, which Slalu said that. How's heart? Still strong?. Hanum's mind then gently stroked his chest. Like this, it might improve.

Drett!! Dret!!

The phone screen is lit so bright, this pink wallpaper shows the light. Hanum isn't a tripical person who trifles. However, if he had not been in peace all looks trivial. Fatimah. Inner Hanum, his breath is so heavy that it must require energy.

Trusting someone and getting swept up in it. That's what Hanum felt, he really did not understand what kind of game was played. Until he, just follow the flow they play. Hanum's mind is getting chaotic, not yet the meeting, even plus Fatimah chat that makes Hanum have to increase his drinking water to stay awake. Perhaps if he were an angel of death, he would have chosen to kill Fatimah first rather than the man of his dreams. No, that man is no longer his dream. That man who broke his heart how many pieces, it could not be counted again.

*****

The digital clock struck at 04:00 a.m., but showed no sign of Hanum waking up from his sleep. The knock of the door from outside Hanum's room, sounded loud so loud. However, this young girl, did not give any reaction from earlier. The door handle was held by this middle-aged woman, she opened the door that was unlocked. A face that is still wet because of ablution water, and carries a mucenah setas. "Anum, let's pray," mama's voice shrieked. However, his voice was able to make Hanum wake up without having to be repeated again.

His body, which was still being pumped by his favorite mattress, began to lift his own body. His eyes are still not open. However, his life had been accumulated since his mother woke him up. Like a whistle, until so quickly his life even in his body. "Yes ma, I take ablution first yes," replied Hanum. Then, set foot towards the ablution.

Yep. Hanum's house is not so spacious, but almost all places are filled in it. In fact, there are 4 rooms in his room. Like, prayer place, ablution place, wc, bathroom. And, it's not a mass, like abroad in a famous movie. Mama and I finished the morning prayers in my room.

"Yes, go back first. After this naji yes if you stunt dear," said this woman, while stroking Hanum's head which is still wrapped by a mukena. "Yes ma, I will pray first" Hanum replied, taking a position of prayer. "What prayer do you want Num? Ask a soul mate to come closer. Hehehe," ledek Mama. Instantly Hanum laughed gigglingly, "Ih mama, could have. Hanum is still a high school! So the problem of my soul mate just to be guarded with God." A smile was exposed sweetly on the look on the face of this middle-aged woman, "Hahaha. Yes Num, mama came out first," he said. Then, leave me in that room. Her mother's back is now invisible. Hanum immediately took a position of prayer that was very comfortable for him. "O Allah, if my soul mate is good. I sincerely accept his behavior," said Hanum.

SMAN Mukti 2's

All the time had passed, the hours of study had ended so quickly. It's still the beginning of school, if the lesson is only for how many hours. Hanum remembers something, he remembers very well his promise to his new best friend. Hanum had to wait for Fatimah to meet Bagas. He often cusses himself only for enduring his hurt. Beautiful woman has an ideal body, wearing a dark blue bag approaching Hanum. Hanum only glanced at the arrival of his new best friend, no, he was not a friend to Hanum. However, he was a threat to Hanum.

The woman smiled happily, clearly in the face that was now sparkling, "Hanum, wait ya mumpung quiet nih." "Yes." Yeah." Hanum saw nothing of this friend, perhaps he felt growing roots of hatred. The woman had a height of 165 cm, running with joy like a caterpillar in her body. Hanum just glanced at his friend's behavior, curiosity has now risen. Fatimah's excitement when she meets Bagas, Hanum stares at their love story behind a window. Bagas' hand grabbed Fatimah's hand, this was not a spectacle that wore on Hanum's heart. Bagas looked at Fatimah seriously, the seriousness of his distinctive smile, "Fatimah, from the beginning my feelings did not disappear for you, I want you to be mine. You want to be my girlfriend?"

Jlepa.

Cup.

The kiss was felt by Fatimah, and Hanum, who felt heartache, was torn to see the crazy spectacle. Often he commented, blasphemed, and even cursed the two of them over the suffering Hanum felt. "Please, do not leave me twice Fatimah, this is where I am last for me, "please Bagas, her hands are repeatedly stroking the veil that Fatimah wears. Bagas's feet went slowly, turning away, now he was facing the classroom exit, "I'll preach after this graduation." Fatimah could not hold this happiness. "Honey," the hand of the bagas embracing Fatimah, who had been silent stiff, "don't dream there in wait for Anum tuh." As the master ordered, Fatimah immediately obeyed him. "Anum yuk pu.." Fatimah looked at Hanum, who was still staring at the window.

Fatimah was sure. And sure, if Hanum had heard of it. And no longer need to be told, what Hanum heard was the most important happiness in Fatimah's heart Without a word, Hanum immediately took a standing position. He was never reluctant to say anything when his heart was like this. Hanum decided to walk first, and the demon friend followed behind. I don't know, what seduction Bagas gave, until Fatimah was so turned into more obedient.

They had already become the root seeds of hatred for Hanum. He was no longer excited like this morning, his mind was too fulfilled by the man of his dreams. Oh no. Now he turned into a crazy man for Hanum. And no one is above his madness. He hates, even wants to swear an oath to them. "Loh boy? Why is your face so sour?" Her mother looked at her daughter's face, which was now turning cold as the ice at the north pole. Hanum just glanced, "No Ma." His feet continued their path. "You want to eat first, son?" The question returned. Actually, Hanum was lazy to talk a lot. But, whatever the power, he had no more strength to open his lips.

Brakk!!

The door slings were clear, perhaps if the room was soundproof it would be the sound of a bomb exploding in his house. If only the door had a life, he might have died this time. The sound of crying could be heard in Hanum's ears, he could not hold back his tears. They are like people without hearts, he thought. His favorite mattress is now ready to accommodate Hanum's body. The incident remained clear in his mind, nothing could dispel this crazy memory. "Why did it all happen! Why?" Hanum shouted, stress pressure has grown on his body. There's no more light in this girl's room. Tubs like a hallway away from lighting. All like shapeless again, this girl made her room look like the ship broke. No words neatly arranged anymore, it was in accordance with the feeling of his heart being messed up.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

This middle-aged knock made his daughter even more dissolved in grief. Hanum just wanted to be alone, maybe, he thought he would come back to accept a reality, which maybe it was bitter to swallow. The roar of tears was felt on Hanum's cheeks, so wet the cheeks and corners of his face. His eyes grew heavier, it was from the effect of his cries that almost every second dripped. "Son? You're okay, right?" Mama raised an octave of her voice, a sense of worry enveloped her. Ease your emotions, inner Hanum in her hand that wiped away the tears on this girl's cheeks. "No ma, Anum wants to be alone."

Repeatedly his lips are recited istighfar, trying to calm down even though it will end nil. Tadpole. That's what Hanum had in mind, the incident was like a ghost to him. Always ticking when he tries to shake. His eyes began to catch up. This girl is easily exhausted if she is heartbroken, it's the kateria of Hanum's figure. Swollen eyes adorned his face, and the tiny nose was red, clearly the skin was too white until the red color became striking on Hanum's face.

*****

It was already 15:00, Hanum started to wake up from the wake. His distinctive smile began to wake up this sleep, the cheeks fluffy it was more rounded on his face.Kakinya stood without any light help, he so memorized the place or objects in his room.

Chequek.

Light lamps that have only 4 watts of this, giving a dim effect in the room room room. It was clear how destroyed the room was, important objects or not now filled the floor of the room. "Astagfirullah turned out this is my behavior is sad? Hehehe was unique as well huh," Hanum chuckled, looking one by one at the scattered items. Hanum walked towards the door, staring at the thing that was said to be unsafe it made him slash. His hand opened the doorknob, pressing it down to open the capslock on the door. The sound of the crowd greeted her who had just come out of her room, her footsteps were not yet so firm. His eyes were still drowsy, trying to approach the crowd.

A middle-aged lung woman and a boy, who seemed to be the same age as Hanum. Hanum's feet stepped heavily, towards the place where his mother and the guest were. "Ma," call Hanum. "Oh this yes, which you say, the same age as the Word turns out," said the mother, then smiled. Mother's smile was so sweet, Hanum threw a smile at the woman. And immediately throw his ass in the chair next to his mother. "Emmm. What's your name?" asked the man beside her, he lowered his head.

"My name is Hanum, you?" Hanum's eyes were only focused by the shoes the man was wearing. He's not looking at me at all?. Inner Hanum, he kept staring straight at the famous branded shoes. Hanum could not guess whether this man really did not want to see her. His gaze sat down, that was what Hanum saw. His daydream was renewed, the man opened his voice, "My name is Firman Fimansyah."

SMAN Mukti 2's

Hanum's feet stepped full strapping, the sound of the school shoes slamming to the floor was loud. His hand held the strap of the end of the red backpack. His eyes almost pierce every corner of the school, he doesn't meet anyone's hair here. "Emmm. I'm leaving for part huh? How lonely?" Hanum murmured, his footsteps increasingly hesitant to step. His heart was pumping so fast that, if he was in biology, he might have counted the pumps in one second.

Hanum made up his mind, to keep going. But, all of that was suddenly fragile just like that. How not? This partial? He must look at what he does not deserve to see. At the end of the classroom corner, a man and a woman are now throwing a tantrum. Hanum's heart was beating so fast that he was unable to neutralize his breathing. Nothing up!. That's what's implied in Hanum's brain, the pain makes him fragile. Until, the man's eyes stared at Hanum's whereabouts in front of him. Looking at everything he did, his face seemed to be torn like a broken paper and then torn to end in a garbage can.

Bagas stopped his activity that was on the lips of Fatimah, his body changed his position to stand. With all the shame that was in Bagas' brain, he decided to leave Fatimah who still allowed his uniform. "Later to drive you home" the man's voice filled the silence. His feet stepped, with breaths puffing. Hanum looked at him harshly, but that did not make Bagas feel guilty. "What were you doing?" hanum's voice greeted on the sidelines of silence. Hanum's eyes glazed over, staring at a woman who had already done that crazy scene. "Num, why leave so early in the morning?" Fatimah was trying to divert Hanum's conversation back then. But, Hanum was not at all affected in this game. I am not blind Fatimah!, blasphemy Hanum inwardly. However, Hanum didn't get into too much trouble. He just smiled as much as he could, then replied, "It's lonely in my house so I leave in the morning."

Bagas peeked at them behind the window, his eyes as if fixed by Fatimah. He raised his head until he really saw the shape of his oval face."Ummm.. Fatimah," call out Bagas from the window. Then, replied by Fatimah with a slow nod. Fatimah looked at me gently. Hanum just smiled sweetly at the figure of the woman in front of him, he should be able to manipulate his disappointment. "you just meet first Bagas who knows there is important." said I, "Initially yes." Fatimah's feet were heavy, doubtful as her shoes stepped on the floor.

The time is turning, this is already at 06.45 on Hanum's phone that he holds. The steps sounded from different directions, only a few people decided to stay silent in the classroom. Including, Hanum. "Will Your servant endure all this, O God?" Lirih Hanum, staring at every end of the phone that he had turned around since.

Teng. Teng.

The entrance bell rang, one by one the students entered the classroom. Hanum just stared softly at the person who entered the class he was in. How many more minutes of lesson hour filler is coming. Meanwhile, Hanum was still swept away from his disappointment.

..."Rest assured in your heart, when your tears are dripping say for the day only. For the next day, I hope with a smile"...

... ~ City Anum Agraini ~...