love in the wound
Chapter 24

After some time all say goodbye, I quickly rubbed my tears so they did not see it.

"Nai, I'm the same mommy permission to go home! Maybe you guys haven't made a match yet" said Ms. Mala, making my feelings look like they were sliced.

"Yes, ma'am" I replied in a discordant voice. How to hide feelings. It's still hard.

After saying their greetings they all left my courtyard. Only tears still broke down. It turned out that this was not a beautiful day but here the wound was getting deeper.

I shed a tormented tear, then walked away from Father and Mother who were silent to see me. Their feelings must also be the same: wanting to see me happy.

In the room three times three, I took off all tiredness to make this tightness reduced. Long enough to cry, I took my foot to the bathroom.

Then I turned the tap of water that looked a little rusty, to take ablution. In the bowing of the two spirits I give all my grievances to the breath-giver.

O God, if my soul mate is not he expand my heart. Replace a man better than him. Accepting every shortcoming and willing to share grievances in anything with me. Not living the struggle, Mas Nugi does not believe in your miracle. He would rather leave without any struggle at all. Death is in your hands and all must be the best for your people.

I pressed the two palms up to ask for patience in my face. It is too heavy of a burden for me in the affairs of a match. Maybe I don't deserve to be happy.

"Punish me, O God!" lirih.

"Daddy..!" Bang Gino apparently noticed me at the door.

"Dude...." I immediately released my face and asked him to sit down.

"You don't feel sad, you can't bear to see it." Bang Gino gently rubbed the tip of my head.

"Yes, Bang." I made myself smile in front of my brother on this one. I know he loves me very much.

"Remember, Deck. Surely you will get better. It's 02:30 in the afternoon. The kids are waiting for you at the mosque.

"okay, Bang. Sorry to make you sad." I raised my spirit again even though it was very heavy.

In short, right at half-four with the children ended the time for the Ashar prayer to arrive. Some men came to fulfill their duties as Muslims including Mas Dikha and his father.

"Dikha, come on azan!" shouted Mr. Ali who used to be a priest. I wonder what his voice is. While preparing myself with the children I heard his voice that was so melodious and seductive.

Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!

We were all full of admiration, some even shrugged their heads in the full sense of amazement and that was the first time Mas Dikha showed his ability in public.

As a friend, I really like her beautiful voice. What a great glory God.

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Coming home from the mosque at around 04:00. Mas Dikha sent a WA message on my phone.

Assalamualaikum! Nai, how are you?

Wa'alakumsallam, good Mas

I said lie, I'm not that good I said in my heart.

Thank goodness, may you be strong.

Whahuh? it means that Mas Dikha already knows everything. Who's the story? what is Mas Nugi?

God willing, Mas. But I am still disappointed in him. He strongly believes in a prophecy that is not necessarily happening. As Muslims, we must not believe in the greatness of God

I didn't realize I was saying that to Mas Dihka. No matter what my words will come to Mas Nugi's ears.

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(Author nagging again, do not believe) Because it all depends on each person will be a belief.