Hijrah in the Way of God
Someone locked him up

"Eh lo?" Sinta who is Ridho's girlfriend refers to Rahma's face. "Bikin what other problems you're the same guy I'm?" His big eyes were wide. "There are no kapoknya huh? Still less of a present than I've been all this time?"

Rahma blinked innocently while replying, "I don't feel like you're making trouble." His voice sounded calm. "You guys always make trouble with me." That's right Rahma never looked for trouble with them. They always thought he was the problem-bearer.

"How dare you answer my words?" The long haired girl kicked the table. Watch out he won't let this weird chick loose. Something fun is going to happen. He had a plan to teach him a lesson.

Just as he was about to push the girl a teacher named Siska came making him undo the intention. He returned to his stool sitting next to Rani. Not forgetting the sharp look he gave to Rahma.

"For the children" said Ms. Siska after saying her greetings first.

After his greeting and greeting was answered the Physics teacher opened the package book. Throw back the sheet of paper. "Sunday yesterday mom gave you guys a task right? Collect now ahead!"

On bench number two there Rahma ransacked her bag. Looking for his exercise book in there that wasn't among the heaps of books he was carrying. Trying to double check if the book is tucked away among others. However, how carefully he looked for it under the table still did not meet. Is it possible to miss? thought.

"Has everyone been collecting assignments?" ms. Siska's voice stopped her in search of a Physics exercise book that was out of nowhere. The teacher up ahead counted the number of books collected. "Who hasn't collected the task?" he asked after making sure the number of books did not match the number of students present.

Silent. Students staring. Feel their duties have been collected except for one man from them.

"Who hasn't collected the task?" this time Miss Siska asked in a loud voice when she did not hear anyone's answer

Fearingly Rahma raised her right hand. "I, Mom," he said, looking down.

"Rahmas? You're a smart kid at this school why can't you just put together a task?"

"My job is to miss, ma'am," replied the hooded girl sure not sure.

Miss Siska sighed. Whatever the reason, he will still sanction students who do not collect assignments. "You know, right? what is the punishment for students who do not do chores?"

Rahma nodded. He knew who did not collect the Physics assignment would be given the penalty of cleaning the toilet near the perpus. Everyone in this class has received the sentence before except Sinta, the son of the school owner and Ridho, his girlfriend. After saying goodbye to Miss Siska he left the class and went to his destination.

"Mom I'm going to the toilet first."

Someone caught up with him from behind.

***

Passing through the deserted passage the hooded girl walked alone. His pair of shabby black shoes continued to step in contact with the tiles. During his schooling here just this time Rahma was punished like this. He recalled whether his physics training book was really behind or not. But, it feels like he took her.

Some possibilities he thought if for example the book was not at home means there was someone who took the book without his knowledge. And he could guess who it was.

When he reached his destination, the toilet. He circulated his net. Hmm not bad. This toilet is not too dirty even though it emits an unpleasant aroma. Rahma was sure it didn't take long to clean up.

After washing his hands in the sink he was about to get out. However, as he turned the door handle. There's something wrong with that thing so it can't be opened. The door was broken, he thought. Tried repeatedly turning the door handle over and over again but the attempt was unsuccessful.

He began to panic banging on the door strongly. "Hey has anyone heard?" his yell.

His thin hands were constantly pounding on the door.

"Hey the door is broken please help me open it!"

Repeatedly he screamed for help, but not from outside. Did someone intentionally lock it? Rahma guessed it so.

Tired screaming. He chose resignation. Rahma sat on the floor hoping someone would help her. Minutes change and minutes change hours. But that help did not come. Who would want to help someone like him. Where does it matter to them.

Rahma hugged her knees. His stomach is hungry. Bemoan. His body was limp and dizziness came along at the same time. For hours he was confined until nightfall. Rahma was no longer strong and ended up unconscious.

***

The sound of the ringing phone stopped Ridho who was playing his own PS in his room. Soon he grabbed the thing and idled whatsapp call from someone.

"Hallo baby, what's wrong?"

"What?" His expression looked surprised.

Sinta reported that he had managed to lock the only girl hooded in the school in the toilet.

Afterwards the girl's voice was not heard clearly anymore. Just vague. Thought glaring.

Rahmas. Is that girl okay?

But for whatever he cares. Not his business either. During this time he also bullied the girl.

Inner war, Ridho glanced at the clock. It was nine o'clock in the night that he couldn't have been there. Who knows if someone has helped.

But the girl had no friends. Who cares.

Ridho decided the one-sided call seemed to care about the girl across there nagging. Quickly he snatched the car keys. This time he tried to care. Only this once, after that he returned to being Ridho as usual again.

Anyway if for example the girl dies who else will he bully. Although actually a lot. But bullying that strange girl is more exciting.

Yes Ridho was sure he didn't actually care. Just afraid that his bully's dead.