It's Not Me Who's Your Wife
Episode 7 Ayana Crying
Ayana POV's
Room 9 began to heat up as time crawled forward, still quiet this space because Mr. Raihan was still in the oversized chair was inserting a laptop into the backpack.
I don't care anymore about the busyness of Mr. Raihan, as well as other friends by helping to unplug the cable on the laptop like when I was in a white ash uniform, always help teachers who teach using the same media as college.
Then I accidentally saw the activity of Mr. Raihan who wanted to come out of room 9, his sharp eyes like eagle eyes whistling with my eyes, had a heart like to escape.
" Iihhhh, how the people really nakutin Pak Raihan, his eyes like a vengeance on me, " suddenly I became afraid of my mind that could be run aground by the attitude that made Mr. Raihan displeased, I did not realize cold sweat began to wet the body. My rough palms pressed and then to overcome the turmoil of the heart put it on the face.
" Uuufff," my chest flanking by my attitude to him from yesterday until it felt like it was in plain sight.
" Would I think I was run aground by a mistake on Mr. Raihan?" in the headscarf filled with shadows about the eyes of Mr. Raihan, raises fear, but I who used to live with various difficulties, must be able to overcome them.
And I don't want to be restless with my three new friends knowing that I'm still myself, that's tough, strong if I can't cry.
" Ay, to the canteen yuuk," asked Rosa who approved by Lisa and Aninda, I with limited money was also not used to the cafeteria since school, refusing to invite Rosa.
" Sa, I'm not coming, I happen to have a snack, I want to nich," I opened the backpack, to show the snacks carried in plastic wrap.
" I haven't had breakfast this morning Ay, so I want a heavy meal, ayoo, then I pay," I still refused to invite Rosa, said Rosa, finally the three of them left me in the front garden of the class alone while eating a snack.
" Ayana, later in room 12, yes, we go there, all of you," there are two new friends of girl boys sitting in the chair that I sat in, too, I don't forget to snack on two new friends who have introduced themselves, namely Bella and Oda.
" Enaak Ay, make it yourself? " ask Bella, while chewing the typical food of the village.
" Yes, auntie made it, I helped," though Bella didn't ask, I explained.
" If you go home, I pesen ya Ay, can for a snack in the room," he asked.
" Friday I go home, just come to my village, if the weekend many people city to the villa, "Bella who is a child from East Java is interested in inviting me.
" I can come with Ay, then use my car, " said Oda, I was silent, in my heart there was an uncomfortable feeling with the two humans in front of me, afraid that the two are not just friends, it will be problematic.
" Yes I have not participated in your home, I just gather with family, just your village a little far Ay, " Oga story, I nodded.
The course followed Religion, and all had entered room 12, I was sitting lined up with Andina and the other two friends.
The shady environment with many large tree trees, the afternoon outside is certainly hot but in my campus environment remains cool, let alone fall in the dry season, it feels cooler.
" Ay, same Andin, come with me and go home," asked Rosa to force.
" Sa, pingin road because you want to enjoy the atmosphere of the campus really," said Andina, I support the word he said.
" Tomorrow yes, my car is parked out front there, ok," I'm the same Andina relented, I'm on the way to the front gate.
I went down through the right door, while Rosa's nawarin same Lisa stopped by my hostel.
" Tomorrow Ay, I play to your hostel" said Rosa as she opened the door, Clara who had just returned from campus, seeing me being driven by an expensive car with a driver prettier than Clara, he was whimpering.
I kept walking behind him by slowing down my footsteps.
On the stairs he tried to stop me from going up.
" Mba Clara, I'm sorry I'm going through" I asked slowly.
" Cyumi was my foot, then you can go up the stairs," she replied with a sneaker she lifted into my face.
" Athaghfirullah, Mba Clara, what's my fault?" I said, my palms were not blown to my chest.
" I don't like it with you, which stinks," I kissed my sleeves up to my armpits, I didn't feel bad, I believe it stinks, I believe it stinks, must be on campus friends especially Mr. Raihan close his nose.
" Mba, I can convey your attitude to the hostesses, if here I am complicated by you," do not fear me, right, here also pay.
Clara I saw retreating with her back leaning against the wall of the stairs.
" Uuffff, think I'm weak? I can defend myself" I said.
" Beware you, I'm lazy to have your rich room neighbor," he swung his hand, I've been wary of running up the stairs to escape his slap.
Mba Hanifah same mba Marwah noticed from the balcony above the stairs, just they did not break up.
" Ay, Clara is envious of your beauty, Mba so afraid that if you change your appearance, Clara will be more disliked by you," said Mba Marwah Long.
" Yes Mba, I insya Allah will like this first, unless you are married, also with the permission of the husband yes mba," I said.
Day changes night and this continues to happen non-stop, now Mba Hanifah with Mba Marwah has left me for a month, longing for both of them often resonate in the recesses of the heart, I can't do anything but send each other messages or phone calls.
Clara's attitude towards me has not changed, she still does not want to be friends with me, said Mr. Raihan, there is always a way to prank me when he gave a lecture, actually sad this heart made the monthly month of the outpouring of frustration Pak Raihan.
And in the end whenever there was a lecture hour, Mr. Raihan, I always looked down, sitting a little away from his sight, I thought he was sick of seeing my face.
" Ayanaa, come forward, "her bluff, with an erratic feeling, even my palms that had now started to smooth over no longer working hard helped aunt and uncle, turned cold, cold, I'm getting into the frizer.
I began to be swept in the street because I was unable to cope with the trembling in both legs.
" Look at the tasks you sent by email, I gave you the time this clock should have been sent, outside you work," by bringing my laptop to the front garden, I said, incidentally it did not rain so I could finish the task, then sent to email Mr. Raihan.
Actually I want to express sadness by crying, I only realize that if only sad later even can not finish the task, can Pak Raihan more angry.
Tonight in the boarding room, I expressed heartache, remember Mr. Raihan this morning.
" He was sick of seeing my face, and in fact this morning the lecturer kicked me out by refusing my duties, should I just go out of college, accept Mang Tisna to be his wife, hysterical hysterics," I cried out all my sorrow, and felt relieved all day feeling a broken heart.
On campus my three friends are still good to me, even Rosa yesterday took to the mall, then I chose some clothes.
" Rosa, I was actually bought this kayak dress as well as Mba Hanifah, just I was embarrassed to mean it, because I was not used to it," I said long, with thanks.
" Ay, the three of us actually feel sorry for you, always being bullied by Mr. Raihan, not to mention Clara," said Rosa, seeing her eyes dewy.
" Mba, I'm an incapable man." I don't dare continue another word.
And Rosa was very disappointed because this morning I did not wear the clothes she bought.
My brain wafts when it vents sadness.
*
Outside were footsteps, getting closer to the balcony of my room.
" Right Pah, this is her room," a woman's soft voice sounded.
" Right Ma, second floor number 15," said the man.
And there was the sound of knocking on the door three times, I who was still wearing a short-sleeved house shirt, hurriedly using a large hijab and then came out.
" You're Ay, right? " said the mother I did not know at all.
" Ay, come with us, take your identity, "I tried to refuse to invite people I don't know in front of me.
" You don't want to look at your family" I recalled Bibi and Pama, without thinking I followed the two men down from the room, and then I got in a fancy car.