OLD LOVE HAS NOT BEEN LOST (CLBK)
Wounds in the Heart Created
The sun is in a position above the human head. The heat makes anyone move faster to find shelter.
It is currently at exactly 12.00 WIB. Adhan dzuhur reverberated from inside the mosque which is located in the school grounds.
There was the sound of muezzin echoing the Adhan with his floor. Every male Muslim student is assigned to be a muezzin in turns.
Schedules that have been made by their respective religious teachers. Want not to. Likes not like. I have to learn to be a muezzin.
The break bell rang. All students and students of the High School are out in a scattering of their respective classes.
Some rush to the bathroom either to urinate or defecate or even just to reflect in the large mirror in front of the bathroom.
There was also a person who ran to the canteen. Buy your favorite snacks there. Before the other first.
There are also those who even visit other classes just to make sure the bluff or his girlfriend has been out resting or not.
There are also those who are actually called to the BK room because they have acted or had problems or even just confided with their teacher.
But most of them went to the mosque to perform dzuhur prayers.
Like a teenager on this one. When the bell rang, he walked out of his class and went straight to the mosque.
He sped up his pace because the sun was very stinging that afternoon.
Arriving on the terrace of the mosque, he did not immediately open his shoes and socks. He just sat leaning on the pole and daydreaming.
I don't know why that day his feelings were so uncertain. He started the day as usual. Nothing has changed or changed today.
But that unpleasant feeling always appeared even in this moment. As he was about to ablute and perform dzuhur prayer during the afternoon break at his school.
Finally, he dismissed the disturbing feeling. He immediately opened his shoes and socks and stored them on a shoe rack on the left side of the mosque.
He rolled up his trousers and headed to the place to take water. At that time it was not too queued to take ablution water because he was among the first to come to the mosque.
Finished ablution, he went directly into the mosque to the prayer room part of the male congregation.
The teenager was also preparing to wait for a priest to lead the congregational prayer. Before long one of the teachers came and immediately took a position at the very front of becoming a priest.
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The boy was named Mahesa Pradipta. His family and friends used to call him Dipta.
Dipta has a height of 170 cm and weighs 60 kg. Body posture appropriate for his height and weight.
His skin was glowing white even though he had never had treatment. Her hair was straight and straight. His forehead is a bit wide though not too jinx. His eyebrows are thick and neat. His eyes are round and his eyes are brown. His nose is thick and his lips are thick.
For the size of Indonesian men born in Sundanese land, he belongs to a category that is quite handsome.
He was the first of three children. His two sisters were all women.
His father was a truck driver who came home once a month. His mother was a seblak seller.
He comes from a simple family but his simplicity does not necessarily make them unhappy.
His father was always good at making his wife and children happy.
Once a month to go home. Surely his father brought souvenirs for his wife and three children.
Once his father brought four gifts. All of which are neatly and beautifully wrapped.
One larger gift was for his wife. After opening it turns out the contents are negligent and internal.
Especially he gave it to his wife who he saw everyday must wear that negligee again.
He also gave the interior because he knew exactly the bra strap that his wife had was broken and sewn repeatedly so that it could still function properly.
The second gift is blue. This time for his first child. It's futsal shoes. Shoes that have been coveted for a long time.
Two other gifts for two sisters Dipta. It was a new bag that was equally beautiful.
His wife and children hugged his father and thanked him.
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In his prostration, Dipta suddenly imagined his father's face. I don't know why his father's face just came in his prayer.
He finished his prayer with greetings and prayed immediately.
He prayed for his father that he would be healthy there.
Shortly after completing his prayer, Dipta was summoned by his homeroom teacher Mr. Herman.
"Created, sought after by Mr. Herman!" Rian classmate Dipta conveyed his greetings to Mr. Herman.
"What's up?" ask Dipta confused.
"No idea. But it seems important! Cepet sana Dip" said Rian.
Dipta rushed out of the mosque and wore socks and shoes with lightning movements.
The distance between the mosque and the teachers' room is not too far away. Just across the ceremonial side of the field.
Arriving in the teacher's room.
"Assalamualaikum Sir. You call me?" reprimand the Creator to Mr. Herman who was in front of the door of the teacher's room waiting for the arrival of the Creator.
"Vaalaikumsalam. Yes Dip."
"What's up, sir?"
"You sit down first" replied Mr. Herman, patting the empty chair next to him.
Dipta sat down following the direction of Mr. Herman.
"Created, your mother called the school. You are asked to go home now. Your father died in an accident."
"Innalillahi wainna ilaihi rajiun." The creator also felt amazing shock. He could say no more words than that prayer.
"Father is deeply saddened. May your father be accepted by his Islamic faith. Aamiin," said Mr. Herman while stroking the shoulders of Dipta to calm down.
"Oh yeah. I'll take you home. You are ready! Take your bag in class."
Without saying much, Dipta went to her class.
After taking his bag, Dipta also went without saying goodbye to his friends in class who were confused why Dipta brought a bag at break time.
Mr. Herman was also ready in the parking lot riding a supra x honda motorbike and immediately waved at Dipta because he saw Dipta in front of the teacher's room looking for him.
Dipta approached Mr. Herman and immediately sat on the back of his motorcycle.
Throughout the journey of the heart of Dipta kalut. He believes there is a wound in it. Everything felt tight to his chest.
Withstanding sobs with all her might. His eyes continued to turn red and his nose was like water as it held back the crying.
What will his father be like when he comes home?
What should she say to her mother and her siblings to calm them down?
Even he himself might not be able to calm himself!
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