Wrong: The Brief In The Right Heart
Reverse Flash (2)

Although Jamal already has his own SIM because his age is one year older than Pam, the teenager was pigeonholed by the child kades Karang Kidul.

He was brought near the house of the braids in Hamlet Matamu, located on the side of the road connecting between hamlets.

Once the motor is parked, Pam stands in the most strategic place while dipping. Then temples. For a moment, he nodded again.

Soon, he combed his crest back so that it was more njegrik. Although it caused a sense of wonder in the mind of his best friend, he did not care.

"Wait for who, anyway?" ask Jamal at last.

"I told you, you'll know for yourself."

Pam was still frowning, constantly asking Jamal, "What time is it, why hasn't he passed?" almost once every minute.

Usually, Zaya goes to teach at half-five. Five o'clock at least a quarter. So, those moments that were getting closer felt long.

As soon as his gaze caught the figure of the blue hooded girl, Pam whistled for a moment.

Only, this time it was a bit different. The girl not only carries a handbag that is always carried when teaching, but also carries a twisting braid that is about to be sold.

Pam continued to observe the tired steps of the girl, amazed. The size of the teen's tiny body is not comparable to the guts and energy they have.

The girl was walking alone on a freshly dry road after being casted. Some teenagers of the same age passing next to him, just passing by. Never mind offering help, honking just don't.

They are more fascinated by the road that has just been repaired, from what was originally just a crack into a cemented area. They enjoy a new road that is also a new tourist location.

Zaya had entered the courtyard of Lik Yati's house, then deposited the braid brought to the hostess. After the transaction was completed, the girl came out. His hand carried several banknotes numbered commensurate with six braids for which each sheet was valued at eight thousand rupiahs.

"Allah tomorrow I can ask for money to pay for books" he said with a bright face. It didn't look as tired as Pam had seen a while ago.

"Where are you going, huh?" ask the red-haired girl next to Zaya, who just suddenly stopped the motor matic without turning off the engine.

"Depart njai."

"Sunday gini still njai?" Zaya's interlocutor's eyebrows were raised next to. "Not got a girlfriend who's doing Sunday night, huh?"

Pam was still observing from her position now. He used to hear such strange things. But what made him salute was Zaya's reaction which only shook his head, then smiled in response to the ridicule-tendered question.

There was nothing wrong with the girl, at least in her normal eyes. Although not a few people who say that Zaya is confined by religious teachings and veils that are often used, he found no mistake.

While Pam captures, Zaya is learning to limit herself from unimportant things.

Learning to limit which parts can and should not be shown to others.

Learn to sort out and choose which ones can and cannot be done, even if the daily example is strangled away from what has been fought for.

But, what's wrong?

"Come, Pam." In contrast to the attitude when greeting Zaya, they showed courtesy to Pam so eloquently.

They know and are aware of who they are dealing with. A first child kades them are still bachelor, and of course come from a family are.

"Ra needs," Pam snorted.

He did not need that kind of respect. He is not a flag that should be respected at all times.

The boy was still waiting for Zaya to pass in front of him, who was only a dozen steps away.

Pam is counting in her heart, waiting for what Zaya will tell her when their distance is near.

Even though he could have guessed that the girl would only nod her head in honor while saying, "Sister," only.

Yes, that's it.

And the guess is not wrong. It's just like that.

Monotonically.

There is no new nuance at all.

But the funny thing is, it can't make it stale.

"You want njai, yeah, yeah?" tanyanya friendly. He kept trying to get closer to the shy girl.

"Yes." Yeah."

"What is the truth?" Pam kept trying to get the girl to answer not just with 'yes' and 'no'.

"Usually leave at this hour, kok, sis."

Byars. It was as if fireworks instantly filled Pam's chest as Zaya smiled at him. The explosion after explosion looked colorful and so bright.

It turned out that the long answer from the girl was like containing ecstasy. It made him addicted to asking again.

"Oh, but it'll be dark to go home later. Well, then, how about?"

"Father often pick me up."

"If ndhak is picked up, you go home alone?"

Pam only saw a nod of Zaya who began to talk irately.

"But it's dark. How dare?" pam, as if not willing if the talk this afternoon quickly ended.

Again, Pam's question was answered by a nod. But this time it was more certain. Also with a smile. "You bring a flashlight."

Byar-byar-byar-bar.

Maybe the flashlight Zaya meant could not beat how bright Pam was at the time. To the extent that he did not hear when Zaya asked to continue his spiritual journey this afternoon.

After Zaya's death, Pam takes Jamal home. On the way to his residence, he said, "Please take care of him, yes, Mal. If anyone dares to mess with him, you just beat him up. But if you don't dare use violence, you just report. Let me take care of that."

Allahu Akbar, Allaaahu Akbar.

Azan Magrib forces Pam back to reality.

The dings are very felt, when realizing that the veil, braid, and flashlight that has been attached to Zaya is only part of adolescence to young adulthood only. Nothing more.

If he could have foreseen what happened two years ago, he might have eloped with Zaya before she got caught up in this situation.

At that time, he graduated from college. Despite having a fairly mediocre income, he already has a job in the city of the district there.

He could sell the land given by his father as his future stock with Zaya, then go as far as possible. Building a household with love, without the intervention of his father and mother again.

However, the environment in which they live has shaped Zaya's personality into strong principled girls tend to be stubborn.

The girl was not ready to marry at the age of nineteen, although Pam had expressed her seriousness.

Although in the end the girl was plucked by someone else, less than two years later. Giving a real form to Pam's fear all along.

Pam breathed a tired breath.

Hasn't God played with his destiny all this time? Make it part of a family that still upholds a colossal culture by assuming that ordinary people do not deserve to be part of them.

Then the Lord let him fall for one of His strong and weak creatures at a time, then just crushed his heart which is now broken.

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