Black Sign.
1 - Face Behind the Window

My feet move agile in the darkness, because this road is used to me passing a day.it does not take long, it has been seen the walls of his house stand haughty in the dim light of the Five Watt Bulb.

With tiptoeing, I crouch under a mango tree not far from the window of a room.

"Shelf!"

a pebble I threw right at the window.

My chest was pounding, either out of fear, or happy to meet someone who always seemed to be in my mind.

There's no reaction...

I again felt the ground looking for small stones while my eyes kept watching the window.

"Why is gravel hard to find?"I lament in my heart.

After fumbling here and there, my finger touched a small round stone, which turned out to be marbles.without a second thought back to the window of the room.

"PRANG!!!"

it turned out that in my nervousness, without realizing it had thrown loudly, even the broken windows caused a noise in the silence of the night.

I jumped in shock, a heavy and ferocious voice sounded slashing my guts.

"Who is it, you devil base!!"....

"wow, his father !!!".

Instantly this guts flew, along with the sound of the creaking of the door that was opened hastily, I immediately turned back, I,

kabuuurs...

But, at that time I also had time to see a look of face staring from the window that had broken apart.

"Well, where were you from?"thought sewot.

"DRY UP!!"

"Ouch!!" I scream in shock,

I even hit a mango tree.The head feels dizzy, the view of the fireflies.

"You run where you are, you bastard!!"

"Dead me" I thought

Immediately got up and ran again with all my might.In fear, I ran without a care of direction, passed the cornfield, skipped the thistles and bush.

after feeling far away, then I take the road that leads home.

Not felt, because of fear, I ran very far.with the dongkol back to the streets, home.

The head is still throbbing, the forehead tortoise that has been banged as big as a thumb.the black peci is missing, the fall where, all feet hurt by thorns.

but in frustration, I still remember, when a beautiful face peeked out at the window whose glass had been shattered.

"Haaaiii.." I took a deep breath before then smiled a smile of my own.

When I was walking while imagining something beautiful, the drops of water began to fall.I saw in the darkness of the sky, while raising my hand.

"Ah, raining.pantesan from earlier was pitch black" I thought, who immediately ran away again.not far in front of the patrol post, where I used to spend time with friends, while waiting for saur time.

Sayup sayup still heard the sound of the tadarus from the mosque, among the rumbling rain.

From a distance, someone ran through the rain,

I shuffled in my breath, giving the man a place.

but, how shocked I was to die, knowing that the man was Mr. Nario, his father Laila, the girl who had just been kusatroni, had even broken her window.

My chest shook violently, unconsciously I wiped the cold sweat that began to melt on the forehead.Painful feeling pulsed again when the hand rubbed the lump.My brain counted, ran or stayed.Endly with the airy chest I resigned,awaiting fate.

"Well, are you mama? you're not going to tadarus? how the hell is it hanging out here? " Said Mr. Nario while opening his wet jacket and hanging it on the post wall.

I was stunned, I did not believe Mr. Nario even asked so.

"Eh . anu sir, so I took the first turn, then immediately permission to go home.my body again jubilant.but even raining" I answered a little brick.

"Owh, that's it.." he said bargain, lighting a cigarette.

I fell silent in a corner.Seektrik Pak Nario, who looks cool enjoying his cigarette.

"If he's here, who's after me?"the thought floated in the head.Can't stand the end with the heart of my heart I asked.

"Sir Nario where did it end? "

Suddenly he turned to look at me, which was because he just went back to panic.

"So I'm after a thief, he's trying to break a window!"said riled.

"Thankfully I still haven't slept.However, thieves now don't know the time.if I get hit by the thief, I broke both hands!"mr. Nario snorted in annoyance while slamming his cigarette butts.

I was stunned, not knowing how to connect.

***

The news of the thief satronizing Pak Nario's house the next day had shocked the villagers.how the window that was poked to shatter, his stature is said to be high, and brought the samurai.

Even the courage of the host who is so heroic, fighting with the thief, beat him, so that his pursuit to the end of the village becomes a story in itself.

that's how if the mother is gossiping, the story can be two or even three.

I smiled wryly hearing my mother and some neighbors chatting on the front porch before continuing to sleep again.

"Priest!!"

"It's already three and a half hours, you're still out.wake up!!" shouting Mother. I just kept quiet and pretended to be asleep.

"About the month of fasting you even sleep all day, the night you wander" back my mother nagged.

I woke up, lazily moving, dragging my feet to the bathroom.

Afternoon is the most pleasant time in the month of Ramadan, sit back with friends on the side of the road, see the traffic of people.while waiting for the adhan magrib ahead as a sign of breaking the fast.

but, this afternoon I just urinated myself in the room.my heart is still bumpy, and a little bruised.of course it will be a question for them.

Back to last night's story,huuu...I shudder to myself if I get caught by Laila's father.

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