He's Jealous

Shit! No wonder I was really lazy to play soccer. I already said I didn't want to go crazy. But Rafli insisted on persecuting me instead. With weak steps, I was forced to follow him to the field. And because I was so lazy, I decided to go to the field wearing sandals.

I saw several children gathered in the field. Ah, I counted for a moment, it turned out that there were only ten people. Five against five. Alright, with compulsion - even though my body doesn't feel very good - there's nothing wrong with me participating in this game. If I'm really tired, then it's easy, just stop right away.

I went in and started playing on the field. My mood changed over time as the more I chased the ball, chased the falls and the goals I felt. Fun. Sweating can actually change your mood, huh? The impression of a sweaty guy looks tantalizing because their mood might turn out good. Eh?

But the cave has been lazy from the start, bad luck manifested itself in front of me: the claw sandals I was wearing broke. Well, it can't be used anymore. So sad. I finally felt in a bad mood again. And I decided to just stop, I saw that the children were already tired, I think.

"Ana aqiif hunaa, na'am? Laa aqwaa .."

(Should I stop first? It's not strong yet ...)

"Na'am. Hayya. Qollil kamman jaros.

Nastahim beginning. "Rafli supported me.

(Yes, that's right. Come on, let's go on, let's take a shower first.)

Without being commanded, we agreed to disperse and I walked with shuffling steps because my sandals fell off. Rafli walked beside me. He who saw me dragged along, intended to carry me, but I let go.

Already ah, no more dramas. I said to myself.

Besides, it's just because the sandals break, not because of a broken leg or sprains or something. But yes, the road got dragged like that. Looks like someone is in pain.

"Ah, it turns out your sandals fell off. You think your feet hurt. Here, you just wear my sandals." Just realized, he finally opened the conversation. I immediately saw the look on his face. How come it looks so sincere?

"No, Raf. I'm fine like this."

"No. You're not doing well today. Besides, because I convinced you to play soccer, you ended up like this. If you don't, surely your sandals won't break either."

"Ah, already. Just leave it Raf. It's normal. I'm fine ... "

"Okay, just a moment. Wait here okay!" Out of the field, he immediately ran to the small minimart which was deliberately created by this cottage to serve the needs of the students here. The location is not far from the soccer field. Oh yeah, FYI, the place where I was sentenced to run yesterday was a basketball court, not a soccer field. In this minimart there are toiletries, writing tools, books, until ... ah, is it possible he ...

"Here, your foot size is 42, right? Try it first! Sorry, it's not as good as yours before. But at least it will make you walk better." Ah, my guess is correct, he bought me sandals. It's really bothering me! I have to return the money to him then.

With doubt I immediately put on the sandal. The size is just right for what I usually wear.

"Raf, I'll pay it later in hujroh.

How much? "

"No, Rul. No need. It's just for you. That's a gift for our friendship. Eh, you want to be friends with me? I see you are often alone. Even though in this cottage there are many people, Rul. I want to accompany you."

"What the heck, Raf!" I returned to stare, for some reason I had this session. I just felt that I had to be more vigilant about people who suddenly looked good to me. I also became like this because I wanted to keep on advising Arif. "I don't want a reciprocal relationship like friendship. , Raf. I'm tired of relationships like that. It's troublesome for my life. Anyway, I'll pay later, OK. We don't have to be friend at all. Ana ila hujroh awwalan. "I chose to run away from her while carrying my sandals that fell off. After I felt quite far from Rafli, I moved toward the trash can. I threw the dislodged sandals into the trash can, saying,"Bye-bye, Na'el. Thanks for being my friend for several months."

(I went to hujroh first. Na'el = na'lun = sandals)

FYI again, I'm usually that romantic about inanimate objects rather than living things. Most living things can only hurt, right? So all this time I have been more fond of non-living things, things that I usually use everyday. Sometimes, I even diligently give them names one by one. I'm crazy!

Not long after, I arrived at the hujroh. I'm looking for my money which I put between my books in the cupboard. Indeed this is one of my strange habits again. Usually I put my money in different books. I assumed that if my money was put in a normal place like a wallet, it would be easy for people to steal. My meal balance my assumption with this dividing saving money into several books. So if, for example, I'm not feeling bad, I'm not in congregation. Honestly, even now, I don't like using a wallet to save money. So, my money, I just place it anywhere.

By the way, how much is the price of these sandals? 20 thousand? 30 thousand? Ah, hopefully that's enough. I'll just give 30 thousand to Rafli. If it's more, I'm grateful, if it's less, then at most he'll say right?

Right after I took the money, I saw Rafli emerge from the stairs. He moves towards the closet. I also went over to him.

"Raf, hadzaa ad daen."

(Raf, this is what I owe you ..)

"No need Rul. I told you,

ana sincere ... "

"Laa urid, Raf. I'm not comfortable with you." (Don't want to, Raf.)

"It's not Rul." His eyes narrowed to look at me. "Yes, it's okay if you don't feel good and don't want to be friends with me. But I beg you, just accept the sandals. Let them be your friend for a while before I change their position later and become a your friend is real. " Rafli smiled.

The Universe ... The smile is really ...

Grrr. I got goosebumps instantly. What is this! Be aware, Rul. He just invited friends. Nothing more!

"Raf, are you really sincere?"

"Yes, really Nasrul ..." He licked my cheek. I'm embarrassed. Get down. While kicking the empty air in front of me, then I said,

"Um, that's fine. You don't have to be friends with me. Let me be friends with your sandals. Forever! Idzan. Thank you Katsiiron." Answer me short and immediately ran back to the place where my wardrobe was.

I sat limply in front of the cupboard. What the heck? Why can I melting just like that? Enough, Rul, enough. Don't be lulled by something like that.

Honestly, I don't really understand the boys here. I thought about what Arif said again, if I had to be more careful with the boys here. I have to be able to protect myself from any 'attacks'. Okay, I have to hold myself back.

I decided to take my toiletries and immediately walked towards Hammaam. I thought, bathing is the best way to just get rid of my fatigue all day. As well as get rid of all the weird thoughts about the boys here.

Gosh .... the intention to find peace by taking a shower, uh, the queue is really long! I have to stand for more than 20 minutes to get my turn to take a shower. Thobur, yaAllah, thobur ... I hope my bad luck will be sufficient until thobur, please. (Thobur = queue)

***

However, it turns out that my bad luck for today is not over. Finally, I was late to go to the evening prayer at the mosque. I should have left at 17.30 for the mosque. In the meantime, I just finished taking a shower around 17:40. Oh yeah, when I took off my watch when I was going to take a shower, I just realized, my watch was broken too. Broken. Maybe it was when I was playing soccer, because I had a hard fight with the others.

Oh Allah, how come the trials are continuous? Even though Arif was at fault, why did I get the punishment? What kind of guy am I to bear her husband's burden?

Uh, no, no! Arif is my wife! Uh, not really listening. Arif is a jerk, bastard, damn it, it must be destroyed on earth anyway!

I also ran towards the rain, immediately changed my clothes into prayer clothes. After being pretty neat, I still have to run down the stairs again and meet the security department right in front of my hujroh. Ouch, shit is my life again.

"Five manners?" (Why are you late?)

"Afwan al-akh .. thobur fii hammaam." (Sorry sis, I was queuing in the bathroom) "Sorry, hujjah. Aina yadduka?"

(There's no excuse. Where's your hand here?)

I held out my right hand. And as a result, I got hit about five times in the palm of my hand. It's really hot. I swear it hurt! I want to swear and swear at humans now. But I'm confused about how to curse it in Arabic, what should I do? Kalbun, kirdun, or what? But don't feel like it! What the heck, so I think about what is not. My hand hurts, this is tea!

I'm not getting excited enough to go to the mosque. If this hand is exposed to ablution water, surely it will really hurt But yes, it is not as sad as my heart that Arif's PHP-in cursed it. Uh!

But it also hurts real dengue, when I take ablution water, it really hurts. I screamed without being able to control my voice.

"What's wrong with you, Rul?" Tetiba Rafli is just beside me. What's wrong with him lately? Come not picked up, not delivered home. Like Arif.

(Astagfirullah, sorry-sorry .. by the way, we will call Arif next to be the you-know-who huh?

--he who cannot be named is so contemptuous of him .. * Oops, Voldemort. Obliviate!)

I finally could only answer Rafli's question with a shake of his head. I'm doing ablution, so I can't talk.

"Ah, na'am. Anta tatawaddho '. Afwan .." He realized with a gesture that I love. Decided to end the conversation.

(Ah yes, you're doing ablution. Sorry ..)

He immediately took ablution water beside me. After I finished, he followed me. I held the prayer mat, he also joined the title of the prayer mat beside me.

"Raf, madzaa taf'al?"

(Raf, what are you doing?)

"Sa usholli .."

(I want to pray ..)

"limaa janibnii?"

(But why do you have to be beside me?)

"Musykilah? Hadzaa laes masjiduka, ales kadzaa?"

(What's the problem? This isn't your mosque after all, is it?)

"Lakin ..." I stuttered. Don't know what else to say.

(But then...)

"Madzaa?" She smiled, euh,

sucks!

(What?)

"Maa syi'ta!" I turned and stopped talking to him. Besides, it will soon be sunset call to prayer. This is how it is when chatting with humans. That's why I prefer to reflect or write. Tiring.

I prayed silently at sunset. Even following the strains of dhikr from beginning to end while looking straight ahead. I feel like Rafli sometimes looks at me. But yes, really. It's up to him what to do too! After the dhikr is over, as usual, I have to cheer up. I walked alone, as usual, choosing to walk at the very back of the other friends. I feel uncomfortable when I have to be together. Me neither never know what to talk to them, right? It sure won't connect if I join in!

"Why are you all alone? Eh, I don't listen, yesterday I saw you and Arif all day long, huh?" Tetiba Rafli is beside me again. Geez, what is he? I thought I managed to escape from him. Didn't he come out first, after remembrance? I even deliberately stalled for time out so I wasn't with him.

"Yes, yesterday he was with me. And now he should be with me too. What are you doing Raf?" It wasn't my voice that answered, but ...

Okay, how come this is like a Korean drama? I swear, I'm not Go Jae Hee to be fought like this. I don't like being in this position. I would rather go out with Kang Tae Joon, right? Instead of having to be among these strange humans --okay fix, this is a disgusting sentence!

(Go Jae Hee and Kang Tae Joon are the names of characters in a Korean drama series entitled To The Beautiful You!)

So instead of being like in dramas, I prefer to cover running forward first. Tucked away among those who (I happen to know because) this afternoon I played the ball with me. Besides, I feel like I'm already sick really see that face you know who it is! Uh!

(Forced) I laugh with them. Giggle. But it was just a laugh out loud, trying to keep up with their rhythm anyway. But deep down inside, I don't feel good, to be honest.

I looked back for a while, making sure they didn't 'cut' each other. They look like they are talking about something serious if I look at them from the look on their faces. It's stupid, it's not my business either.

And yes, when I was in the midst of fun I started walking again alone because I couldn't really keep up with the rhythm of what they were saying, I was interested in something. I see, there is one quiet child like me who is walking. She has glasses and is so shitty! I just noticed that this time, he also used to sit on the opposite end of me when shouting: seen alone with his world. What's wrong with him? I'm close, ah. The reason I'm close? Likes attract likes „right?

"You're Febri, right?" As much as I am alone, I can still memorize the names of several people around me, especially my classmates. Yes, I'm here all day, 24 hours, continue to be with them. So without realizing it, I watched and paid attention to them while talking, laughing, etc. But just the cave is lazy to join in. And it seems like after some time I caught his whereabouts before Arif attacked, this Febri is also the same person as me.

I finally tried to get him

Chat. It seems that chatting with quiet neighbors is more likely to connect, rather than having to be a part of them. (Red: the people who played soccer with me this afternoon)

"Yes." Answer him briefly. Tuh right, what I said too. Quiet kids like this. The answer to SPJ (Short, Solid, Clear) continues. But I'm not really like Arif, right?

"Why are you all alone?"

"Isn't it you too?"

"You watch me?"

"I don't want to see you. Just look!" Never thought that a varokah would come out of his mouth.

"I'm alone because of a hobby. What about you?"

"I'm picky."

"Idih, so 'your style really sells!"

"Hehe." He just laughed out loud.

"How about the next class? Exciting?" She is in the c-intensive class.

"Ah yes, not bad. The kids are great.

It's good to be stabbed, right? "

"Fuck! I didn't expect you to be a psyhco too."

He was just laughing again. Oh my God, he's really economical in talking.

"Okay, if you want to stab, just take me. Let me mix and prepare the spices first."

He responded with laughter. Then say, "Okay. We like it. "

"How come our conversation is exciting, huh? Even though we want to kill someone. Astagfirullah. Please forgive Febri's sin!"

"Damn you! Are we dating?" "Anjis. I'm not dating you!"

"Yeah, that's not what I mean. Anyway, let's connect. It's fate, maybe we should be friends." Said he was fair.

"Alright. Are you my friend?" I don't know why I immediately offered friendship to Stranger. Not like me usually.

"Okay." I shook hands with him.

"How do you guys get along?" Astagfirullah. I'm shocked. Suddenly Rafli was behind me.

"Yes, why? What's the problem?"

"It was really difficult to ask me to make friends. But with him, you were the one who invited friends first."

"You listen to our conversation? Why the hell, Raf? So sensible. PMS? Not possible, right?"

"No, I'm just jealous!"

Gee. I looked at Febri. He's just a vague smile. Trying to hold back. Uh, I think he's holding it back.

"What are you, Raf? What are you doing with jealousy? What for, try? I'm not a nobody either."

"Because I should have been your friend first, Rul."

"No, what do you have to do like that Raf? You're free to be friends with anyone this place. It's not just me. Likewise with me. "

"But I want to get to know you, Rul. Are you like a magnet? You know what? Makes people curious and wants to be close to you."

Universe, what did he say? Please clarify, please ...

He's not out of his mind anymore, has he?

"Lo, don't make it up. Alright, we'll cheer. Yok, Feb!" Febri immediately followed beside me. He also immediately took a seat next to me this time without having to tell me to.

I'm tired. What kind of drama is this ongoing? When one gate was opened by the you know who, other doors suddenly opened. I don't know what to do and how to deal with it. The plan in my mind that is currently thinking, is just wanting to get close to Febri. Let there be a reason for me to avoid it.

I kept thinking during the afternoon. Until it was not felt, the sorogan was over. But apparently, my bad luck is not over yet.

I finished eating meatballs with Febri. He apparently likes meatballs just like me.

And also like spicy. Euh really fits. So we are as desperate as we are, while sweat is pouring out.

Today, Thursday, the meatball maker is scheduled to trade at the lodge. Once a week, this meatball maker can sell at the cottage. We may not go back and forth and be free to do any activities until 10 pm, because tomorrow is the school holiday. Ah yes, the meatball purchasing system at my cottage uses a coupon. There is a part of the organization board (my senior) that takes care of coupons and payments. The price of the meatball is still around seven thousand rupiah. If a lot of people buy it, we have to queue first. The change is double; when buying coupons plus when buying baksonya.

Thobur fii kulli makaanin wa zamaanin.

Queued at any place and time, that's how I live in this cottage.

After eating, still full, someone came to me.

"Yaa akhii, aena kuteebuka?" (Brother, where is your kuteb?) "Aaa, afwan al-akh. Matruuk. Ana ansa."

(Um, sorry al-akh. Missed. I forgot.)

"Wa laka, aena?" He asked Febri. (And where is yours?)

"Hadzaa, al-akh!" Instead he showed me a ledger, not a cut.

"Na'am. Al-an sa u'tii al'iqob laka faqot. Anta tanaala al-qurfasa 'al-qafz asyroini marroh. If'al al-an!"

(That's right. I'll just punish you. You got twenty squat jumps. Do it now!)

"Lakin al-akh, faqot kultu anifaan. Ana laa aqwaa."

(But, al-akh, I just ate earlier.

Looks like I will not be strong.) "Maa fiih hujjah! If'al!"

(There's no excuse! Do it right now!)

"Faqot nafsii al-akh? Undzur ilaa kitaabihi. A kataba al-mutaroddzifaat fi dzaalikal kitaab?" I said while pointing at Febri. (Is it really just me? Take a look at the book. Is it true that the book contains vocabularies?)

This part of the language was immediately influenced and complied with me. Uh, how come Febri was seen scared anyway? Dead, Feb! So it's not me who will be punished this time.

Yes, sharing bad luck is more beautiful, right? I felt creepy at once.

"Sohiihan al-akh, sohiihan ..." She looked scared and hid her book even more.

(Really, al-akh, really ...) "Tob'an, Andzur!"

(Alright, then I see!)

Finally his book was taken by force. All this time I could only shake my head knowing what was in it. I laughed. Hit him too!

"Toyyib! Nilta sawaa„ iqooban ma'ahu. If'al al-an"

(Alright. You also got punished the same as him. Do it right now!)

"Hunaa al-akh?" Stupidly, I'm still asking. I put on a pitiful face hoping we could move first to be punished. Please, I'm really ashamed to be punished in the field like this. People saw it!

(Here, al-akh?)

"Na'am. If'al!" He snapped at me immediately.

Me and Febri were forced - while holding back the shame - to carry out the punishment. Uh, damn bad oath today.

Without warning, in front of me, you know who was sitting relaxed with his friends in front of the hujroh children of the second grade of junior high school. He seemed to be wearing a smile of contempt for me. Ish, don't accept me! I also turned my face to the right.

It's just that, it turns out that there is also a Rafli there who also happens to be looking to buy meatballs. He looked at me with pity.

Universe, what is this? Why do everyone gather here and see how stupid I was when I was punished?

I looked down. Then because of fatigue, I was forced to look at Febri, on my left side. Maybe by looking at him, my burden will lift even if it's just a little. It's just that, it turned out that a few meters beside him, Akhyar was also standing and calmly seeing me being punished.

Universe, this is really please, can you just get rid of me from the earth right now?