Bad Kiss

I'm really happy. To my relief, I finally had half an hour to be alone. I ran towards the roof of the Al-Fathah building, there was a large area where I could see the sunset or sunrise. Or maybe just being alone like me. I am happy to be alone here in the afternoon, because the children are usually busy taking baths at this time. I can take my time.

I was silent, began to direct my gaze towards the sky. The atmosphere is very reassuring here. The trees also look earthy with their shadow to the ground. The leaves moved slowly along with the soothing evening breeze. I'm comfortable here. My front hair bangs up and down.

I daydream for a while here. Reflecting on what I've experienced today with Arif. I swear that kid, really annoying. From morning till evening, he kept messing up my life. From dawn even! Even though the previous day, he had never acted recklessly like this. I can't be loved! It's like he's just playing with me. But how to relieve the nervousness whenever I'm near him? I'm confused myself.

Even though it's only today! Exactly April 1, 2012. He approached me, and he immediately shot me. Even though all this time, I didn't have any close relationship with him. Just talk very rarely. Evidently, in class, we are far away from our seats. I'm at the very front, he is in the very back position. Where have we ever talked?

Until he arrived and wiped my tears earlier this morning. And since then, attention has flowed profusely from him for me.

Semesta ... How should I stand against him? I don't want to sin here! I have emphasized it and told myself that I can't do anything wrong in this holy place. I have to focus on studying here. Deepen my knowledge of religion which is indeed very little. Learn about morals and sharpen the weapons I made worship. Because the word ustaz, worship without knowledge, is like an adultery.

I keep contemplating. By half past six in the afternoon, the mosque speaker mouthpiece was already ringing. Al-akh, the mosque administrator would usually recite the Koran and the security department would send all the children to the mosque.

But I don't intend to leave here yet. I still want to stay here while enjoying the sunset. Twilight this time was so beautiful.

Do you know why twilight is beautiful and desirable? Because he dares to be colorful, mixing yellow-red-orange into one. And its beauty can sometimes only be enjoyed for a few minutes.

This is about scarcity.

And yes, that's what Ustad Abdullah taught one day. That something, if a lot of it will be worthless, except adab (morals). And the little is always valuable. For example, we are at the boarding school here. More people are deciding to attend public schools where only two hours of religious instruction a week. What about the pesantren? 24 hours full, 7 full days, everything has to do with life and religion. So because of that, we are included rare people. And immediately the students felt proud and happy to make the decision to become students.

I'm still in deep contemplation. Thinking things over. Including the first time I entered this boarding school. Everything tastes so fast. I love every moment here, even if it's boring at times. Because I'm used to being alone. I don't really like going anywhere with my friends. I thought it would take up my time. I prefer to do everything myself. From trivial matters to a little heavy. If I can't afford it, I just have to put a sad face on who I meet, keep saying, please help ...

Usually it works when I put on a face like that. Not. I'm not the type to take advantage of people. It's only in certain moments that I really can't. For example, lift the closet yourself. Where can that be?

I was busy contemplating, in my contemplation I arrived at the memory of what Arif said today. Holly! Later tonight, Arif will do the action or not?

"Right, you are here!" Tetiba a voice is already behind me. Arif's figure in a white koko suit and sheath appears. He held the black skullcap in his hand. He doesn't really like wearing skullcaps. I'm the same too.

"Why are you here? Didn't get scolded by Qismul Amni?"

"They have a lot of business downstairs. I asked permission from them to pick you up."

"Is it permitted?"

"Yes, they've been waiting downstairs to give us punishment."

"Shit! So you told me I was here?" "Yes." Answer him without feeling guilty

at all. His face looks flat.

"How come you are so bad? Then I can be stopped. I'm tired of being punished, Rif. I just want to calm myself here. So please, don't make my life more recok. I thought it was the last afternoon, but it turns out you are. instead. "

Cup. There is something stuck on my lips. Warm. The sun has started to set, back to his bed. He rested. I also want to rest, sun. Take me with you, can you?

Those lips crushed my lips deeper. I seem to be sinking like the sun today. I can only guarantee my eyes. He took my hand and made me hug him. After that he grabbed my head and started kissing me even deeper. Warm. Astagfirullah! I immediately realized and immediately got away from him.

"Rif lo!" My parents took my nail that was lying below and immediately ran away leaving him.

I went down, climbing one by one the stairs from the height of the Al-Fathah building. I'm speeding. I have to run. Must be tired. So that I can't think of anything.

When I got downstairs, I was struggling badly. I'm really tired.

"Yaa Nasrul .. maa fa'alta fi fauq?" (Nasrul, what are you doing up there?)

"Afwan, al-akh. Khodztu hadzaa .. matruuk!" I lifted my nail, showed it to the qismul amni who asked me earlier.

(Sorry, al-akh. I brought this, missed it on top)

"Sur'ah ilal mosque!" (Hurry to the mosque!)

"Na'am, syukron al-akh."

(Yes, thank you al-akh.)

I'm grateful that I can save myself. I immediately thought that what Arif said above about him having permission to go to qismul amni was all nonsense to make me angry.

I walked to the ablution place with unsteady steps. And I performed ablution while thinking about the incident on top of the Al-Fathah building.

What just happened to the universe? What 'Satan' has gotten Arif dared like that? My lips, well, it's not the first time. I know. But, it was the first time with a boy. I've never kissed like that with a boy before.

"Kaefa Rul, ladiid?" (How bout it Rul? Delicious?) 

Suddenly the voice was beside me. He was adorable!

"Fuck you!" I whispered into his ear sharp. I don't want other students who are performing ablution to hear curses like this.

He immediately grabbed my shoulder with his right hand, and he whispered, "Babe, I'll do it tonight. Just wait."