Liebe Zu Maiza's
Threats

The subconscious had just reached me, but was stopped by hearing the sound of a car stopping in front of the house. Scroll clock, it's midnight, half twelve. I woke up peeking, Afni just got home from her boyfriend. They had a chat for a while before Afni left him in the courtyard.

Aunt Yusnita will sleep peacefully tonight. Her daughter had returned even though it was late. You will answer questions before you are allowed to go to the room.

After walking into the yard, the car that drove him still stopped, a man looked at Afni there. Afteri turned around and ran back to her little boyfriend.

Oh my God, a kiss landed on Afni's lips. The man's eyes were lustful, he even kissed Afni's lips from inside the car. Wild and wild. L saw. The man circulated a peek-eye-stalking peek at him. He looked up at the window in which I was standing. The savage man noticed the curtains that were revealed slightly. His long look at me made Ahni stop and also look up. My eyes and the eyes of Afni meet.

This eye meeting, I peeked and Afni who was found to be the beginning of a great tempest that will happen to me. You will not remain silent over this incident. A calculation will be given to me. I have to be ready.

Quickly I closed the curtains to the room window and then I turned off the lights. I pulled the blanket and buried my head under the pillow.

The incident, Afni kiss in front of the house. How brave, there was no fear or shame between them. Is Afni crazy, wanted to be kissed by someone who is not her husband. What wild demons have possessed him. Lacking attention what he is from aunt Yusnita to have to look for attention with the demon man.

It's starting to be untrue. I have to do something to save Afni from that jerk. Dare just in front of the house, steal a little honor Afni who is guarded by aunty Yusnita.

The sound of a door slamming from below. The fear of haunting, what will you do to me later.

"From Ma's friend's house," Afni's screams rang out to the side of the house.

"Till late? Your number is off" replied aunt Yusnita.

"It's Ma's night, I'm lowbath."

"Keep your clothes why is this? Are there no other clothes,?" Aunty Yusnita protests against Afni clothes that are rather open, shirtless with knee length dark red.

"The name is also party Ma, when I have to wear hijab kayak Maiza, if wearing hijab is not party name Ma but study." The sound is getting higher.

"What kind of way does a guest wear this kind of clothing?"

"Mama has changed. Whatever you do is always wrong. Since there's Maiza in this house Mama always compares, Mama's son who is it, me or Maiza?" afni's voice is getting louder.

"That's all for your good, you know,"

"Key what Ma is, I don't feel like Mama's doing anything good for me at all. Mama began to share her affection for Maiza, the ponakan Mama's village that is accommodated in our house." Afni's sarcastic language made me know myself.

I hugged my knees hearing Afni's words. There's pain filling the chest cavity, it hurts so much. I'm the village that was settled here.

"Afni, watch your mouth!" the voice of aunt Yusnita who was grimly restrained.

"Mama is indeed privy," Afni's cries began to break.

"Afni, Afni, dear Afni, Mama's not done talking,"

"I'm tired, Ma." he shouted.

There was a sound of foot-banging up the stairs. That Afni, after aunt Yusnita got her anger, will certainly continue on me. especially after she was caught kissing in front of the gate.

***

The gaze of the shady eyes, which were protected by thick arched eyebrows was on me. Only to me was one of the many people in this room.

His fingers tapered pressing keys on the piano. He accompanied me and sang along with me in the twelfth grade finishing event. I sang not just for entertainment but more than that, my soul, my heart revealed through the song not to the upperclassman who just graduated but to the one who accompanied me.

The song, popularized by Iwan Fals, represents the feelings of Faruq and I. Me and Faruq officially became two people who love each other. This beautiful story has only been going on for two months. Faruq who is silent, frozen, and stiff declares his love in a letter. After that he and I met at the edge of the reservoir with the help of Daniza behind the school with some park benches.

Faruq endlessly looked on as I sang. It cannot be expressed in any language in the world about the beauty that embroiders me and Faruq.

The door was pounded violently breaking the beautiful dream that had just grasped me. Again the door to the room was knocked. I woke up and turned on the lights. Kulrik works, time points to the number 5 past the quarter.

God, I just had a dream. Gegara dream that I almost misfortune. Kusingkap curtain, prayer congregation while ongoing. I was just about to open the door and come back with a louder bang.

In front of me Afni is standing, she is angry.

"For a long time the door was opened, pretending not to hear?" snapped it.

"Sorry Af-"

"I'm sorry, as good as the stomach, you said sorry."

Afni is possessed by a wild demon. I'd rather be quiet than deal with the demon who possessed her.

"Eh, last night you saw me!" he squinted, with his index finger roughly pointed at me, right in front of my mouth.

"Afni, instead of me meddling or what, but what you're doing is wrong, one day you'll regret, don't you feel sorry for Aunt Yusnita?"

"Eh the villagers don't have to hunt me down. Just be careful if you get to be a leaky bucket, if until someone knows what happened last night, it means it's from you." I haven't had time to talk Afni back grinning.

"One more thing, you don't try to tell anyone, especially with your village friends if we're home, especially if they know we're cousins. And if at school, please stay out of my sight. Understand you?"

"What's wrong with me Af, why have you changed like me lately?"

"Who are you many, not infinitely." relaxed but piercing.

"How can I improve so that our relationship can be as good as it used to be?"

"It's easy if you want," Adni's tone began to weaken.

"I want our origins to be as good as ever," I just wish that I and Afni could be like they used to be. A cousin who was always kind and considerate of me.

"You're back in the village!"