FRIEND BUT MARRIED
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“This grandfather I gave money to yesterday, Subhanallah he helped me” whispered to my mind.

“This is not possible sus?” my many.

“This grandfather has died mba, fitting taken to the hospital with mba” he replied.

“Innalillahiwainnailaihirajiun”, says.

This water can also wet the cheeks. My eyes were fixed on all the body that had been covered with white cloth. Saying thank you is no longer heard.

Life is full of surprises. I am increasingly aware that everything I do will be avenged, whether it be with the same person or people I do not know in the slightest.Sometimes the reply will not always be the same as what we give. It could be in the form of money, food, or even life. There is no need to fear that your wealth will run out, all of it will be replaced.

I hugged both my legs. My hands and feet began to turn blue, either part of my body. My lips are shaking slowly. The t-shirts and shorts I wore, as well as the little hut— that used to be used as a gathering place for people before the night patrol— was not able to warm me. The rain that fell more than two hours ago, did not want to show any signs of easing. The water began to rise, and a few more would grab the wooden board where I curled up. Maybe the river water just below this hut also overflowed. While the lights that appear in the sky, still the spirit to illuminate my dark surroundings.

No one passed by, but this hut was not located on a small path to the rice fields like the other huts in this area. People may be afraid of facing an outpouring of water, or may be afraid of meeting white lines that look like the roots of a banyan tree waving in the sky.

I do not know when the rain began to subside, or the roots of the banyan gradually disappeared, but I faintly heard the sound of tahlil. The longer it gets tighter. Increasingly, I could hear the sound of the friction of the sandals with this unpaved road, mixed with the sound of the puddles they were lashing. And before long, the coffin covered in green, paddled cloth passed through where I curled up. Among the many, some were holding onto burning bamboo stalks, lighting up this muddy road.

I'm sitting. Who is under the green blanket? Like I was in it, could I feel warm? Or what if I borrow one of their oncors? I looked at myself. My body is wet. Have I been rained on and not realized this? Is this shack's roof leaking?

Then slowly, the group began to move away, then disappeared into the turn towards the cemetery not far from this hut, leaving smoke slowly merging with the air. I was confused, intrigued by the thought of stealing the green cloth.

I curled up again, hoping that my small arm would be able to drive my entire body out of the air mixed with the smell of this wet soil. Just now I was enjoying the darkness in my eyes, the sound of the wooden board of this hut being trampled on bothered me, to the point of waking me up.

I saw the middle-aged man sitting right on the edge of the hut facing the street after circling the wooden board that was the base of this hut. The man looked pensive, then suddenly laughed out loud. I felt like I knew his face that looked sparkling with sweat in the sunlight, looking familiar. But I can't even remember who I am.

“If you don't want to teach, just listen to me, son!” he said suddenly, right after he stopped laughing. And the man, kept saying the same sentence. It felt, my ear hole would be deadlocked if he once again said the same sentence.

This guy looks weird. He kept saying the words that had no idea who he was talking to. Was he unaware of my existence? Remembering that, I looked back at myself, finding myself still wet. Looks like last night's rain.