Inattentive
By Afina Yura
Part.1
short story
"Quiet. Doomsday still long. "
The words I often hear from the mouths of my friends, when they do something they think is bad. It is true. It's a long time, and God knows how long. Have you ever felt too often take care of world affairs? Work hard to achieve unnatural happiness. Being a man who seems to dare to postpone his own 'doom'.
The thought sometimes flashed at me every time I went home from school with a very tired, like this afternoon.
Too tired, I knock my bag over the bed. Really weird. Suddenly, the teacher assigns tasks to be collected tomorrow. I can not help but stay up tonight. I was wandering about my mind.
"Sari ... eat first!" My mother's voice interrupted my meaningless reverie.
"Why, Mom!" I replied unwillingly.
After changing clothes and stuff, I went straight to the kitchen to eat. I had time to pour out my heart to the mother about the sudden task and she just said, "Yawis ta, nduk.2 Tailed wae.3"
I just turned away lethargic. Moms. He always does, typical of people who never complain about life. Finally, thanks to the motivation of 'work wae' from mother, I do the task until at ten o'clock, although ended with the intention of being knitted tomorrow morning. My eyes are too tired to awake. I heard a mother's reprimand, telling me to pray Isya that I only asked. I've left myself to wake up at three in the morning. The important thing, closed first.
***
I woke up feeling good. I stretched my body for a moment, took off my long-stiffed back tiredness, doing the night's work. My east-facing window has not received sunlight yet. The smell of dew still smelled, relieving my breathing cavity. Not yet heard the melodious chanting of the holy verses of the Qur'an, the sign of the dawn call to prayer has not yet reverberated. Among this relieving morning harmony, I resolved to rework my unfinished duties. Enjoy the soothing music. Ah, it turns out if we do with pleasure, the task as hard as anything passes.
Slowly, I heard the door knock.
"Hold on!"
I lowered the music that accompanied me. The door was knocked again, this time louder. Then it gets louder, louder, until the sound is now no longer a knock, but a bang. Then before the door was broken, I put up with the owner's annoyance.
Nil.
Before I had time to think what it was, someone yelled at me while running and running.
"Lariii ...!"
What?
Followed by the screams, people flocked and looked fog, past the living room of my house. The atmosphere is too messy. What is this? My figure just staggered and staggered, staring at the crowd.
"Save yourself!"
"Please!"
"Forgive me!"
"Forgive me!"
"No!"
My heart just said, are these people gone mad? They shouted like a big disaster. As usual, I'm not a responsive type, rather than running away, my brain is busy guessing what's going on. My subconscious that likes to analyze things, pay careful attention to the surroundings. There are no flames, wars, weapons, tsunamis, floods, bombs, or even giants. I thought it was their imagination. Or maybe I'm too slow to respond to what's happening. Anyway, maybe somebody's been kidding me, remembering another week of my birthday. If there is a big disaster, of course my parents who had knocked on my door, instead of the nihil figure that is not clear what-nyaanya it. Given that, a little bit of annoyance. It's not the worries that arise, when I'm around a big commotion at the moment.
Tired of standing at the door of the room, I decided to go back to work on an unfinished task. As soon as I turned around, my gaze locked at one point. The figure caught my attention when he just stood and smiled at me, amid the seemingly endless commotion. His eyes scanned my eyes like stirring my memory of him. When the memories came, my body trembled. He is my hero, a great adviser who loves me indefinitely, he is my father. The shouts of many people are now just one sound, buzzing in my ears. All I heard was the voice of my father, "Come here, nduk.4"
Slowly, I went to my father. His hands then embrace me, take me out of the house. It was not difficult for us to go through the crowd. Arriving at the door, I was somewhat surprised to realize something. Apparently the day was as bright as nine o'clock. And I just woke up before dawn. I said to my father cautiously, afraid he was angry over my negligence.
"Astaghfirullah, kula dereng5 salat, Yah. Kula badhe rumiyin salat.6 "
Surprisingly, dad is not angry. Only his finger pointed to the west sky while he said, "Deleng iku.7"
Curious, I put my head on it. The sky is as blue as ever, the clouds appear as white as ever, and the
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