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The buildings screamed for being old, there are still thousands of young people stepping on it for the sake of knowledge. Dusty rooms were not as new as they were when they were born with a ribbon cut. The curly-haired woman looked at the laptop, the present-day grip of young people. Accompanied by a dancing pencil stringing words before typing into the object. His head was raised, his eyes wide open to want to get out. He saw the man, yes, right, he was his old friend.
"Jarwo!" She called.
"Howeh!" His friend was shocked.
"Siti! Are you studying here? "Siti nodded.
He harbored the words that should have been spoken and he only looked at Siti. Then, Jarwo approached, hugged Siti, and ruffled his hair.

"I know, it's never too late to learn."
"No, but I learned when it was too late."
"Ah, but I admire you, dare to learn when your friend is there who became a general," sarcastically sarcastically, as smooth as the thighs of girlband personnel.
"No, I do not dare to learn, but I learned to dare to face my failure."
His friends who gathered with several pairs of eyes pierced his view on Siti and Jarwo.
"I know, it's hard, I hope you're strong learning here."
"No, I'm not strong enough to study here, let alone see you walking the path closer to the thesis. No, I'm not strong learning, but I'm learning strong. "
"You inspire me more because you were my inspiration."
"You mean? Do not be like that. This is not my act. It is God who matures me greatly. "
"You want to know?" Siti nodded and Jarwo took out a book called Siti Crawling to Heaven. "
Siti's eyes widened, "this novel is your work? It's about me? Why?"
"How come? You are always busy teaching lessons to elementary school children, becoming a music tutor, becoming a choreographer of junior high school, and the one I dream about most, you are an accountant. "
Siti's eyes filled with tears, "this is all I've never thought of."
"I did not expect you to precede me as an accountant. And I preceded you to be a writer. "
"I do not know!" Siti drains her tears on a tissue.
"You would not fail if it were not for that bastard."
"No, no. I will not blame anyone, "Jarwo paused.
"Jarwo, why does God keep all our destiny secret, the fate that should be only for ourselves? In fact, I can not guess what happened to me. All, almost all unexpected. "
"God is just. He wants us to learn, learn to guess for example. I do not know guess what kind of future I do not know. God wants us to hypothesize our life, but God wants to decide. He knows the best. "Siti nodded in amazement, her once annoying friend, now matured by God too.
"I decided to make 1 hypothesis. Take my parents to Mecca and I pray here. Mecca is far away, in the month of Dzulhijah what is the rupiah in my pocket to deliver them. I have no idea."
"I can not guess. Just do not stop making a living hypothesis, Siti. "
They parted from that class. In fact, Jarwo still want to wonder after 6 years did not meet.
All pairs of eyes have turned not looking at them, all pairs of ears do not want to hear their personal things, and all pairs of feet have gone away from their own. Jarwo's legs are reluctant to leave, he is still sitting by himself. Siti abandoned her because she could not resist the dam of tears that were about to burst.
The rays begin to dim dim the line of the horizon. Suddenly the wind blew every tear of Siti's tear. Then the gentle hands of his comrades stifled his anger. Adzan began to calm him down with a warm warm night. Imposing all the darkness inside him. Until the message in Siti's cell phone knocked a head full of anger from the heart. The message came from someone he loved. However, between him and Siti there is only a relationship in the umbrella of pseudo happiness.
"I'm busy beb, can not pick you up," message from Riko to Siti.
"What are busy with? It's been out of Ryan's house with your friends right? "
"If so why? Do not you have a house in your house? "
Siti did not reply. She did not think so. Let him consider what Sito, but he is still starting again.
"How? Someone's at home? Do not look for attention to get picked deh, "making him increasingly furious.
"Eh I was saying, there is no motor at home. I do not know how to go on an angkot. If you do not want to pick me up. "
In the cool of the night, his fellow members of Training and Training are still waiting for Siti to be picked up. They are close to home, live on foot, then up. Siti had to take 20 minutes to get home from her beloved school. His brain plays the entire list of friends on the phone that can pick up. "Oh yes, Jarwo."
"Jarwo, where are you? I'm in front of school ya, finish Diklat, nobody ever pick up. My parents again no motor. Tau own self angkot is not there if finished sunset, "his message never returned by him until one by one his friend left him.
"Siti, sorry just bought credit. Howeh I happened to be at home and unemployed. But ... there's no motor too, "the disappointing answer has not gotten me back. Her friend took her to stay at a friend's house Siti.
"Siti, I can get a motorcycle loan. You were there first, "Siti and her friend smiled at the message from Jarwo moments later.
Clocked clockwise to accompany hope and invite quiet come to Siti and his friend.
"Siti, let's go to my house alone," He did not answer the invitation of his friend and he immediately pulled Siti's hand down the streets in the midst of motorcycles passing by. Our feet are still on the paved bridge and someone is playing the horn in the back,
"Siti ... Siti ..." wah it turns out Jarwo memorized with him.
"Jarwo?" They escorted Saroh, a friend next to Siti, to the house.
She did not expect Jarwo to pick her up. Siti remembers someone she loves can not be like this. Rough black streets sprinkled with lights and stars accompany their return journey. At home, Siti can only contemplate thinking of Riko, the man who can not pick her up. He is dissolved in prejudice. His brain was poisoned with the question of where Riko, Riko to where else. Siti is not aware why she thinks of Riko? In fact, it was clear that led him to be able to open the door of the house Jarwo. Where's the brain?
The morning shone without command. The sun has begun to reach its peak. Time has been spinning with the hypothesis of life. Pending plans are implemented. Siti stares at her cell phone message from Riko, the lover who often ignores it.
"Hi beb, then malem at 7 o'clock can you meet it? I'm waiting in front of your house. "
Siti smiled back, "Okay beb ready."
Preparation has been done as will war. In fact, all he brought was his wallet and hp. Siti walks with Riko until he reaches an empty house owned by his brother. The conversation starts from the proximity of Siti and Jarwo that makes Riko hot.
"Why are you close to Jarwo, beb? Not enough with me? "
"We're beb friends, anyways he's good. And I'm never mad at you with those flirty girls. So what's the problem? "
"Oh can you be jealous too? Kirain did not care about all this? "
"Is not it wrong? You do not care, beb! "
"Oh so you do not feel the pain in me?"
The fight continued with Riko's hand on her cheek. Siti is helpless, but she tries to resist, hold back, fortify herself. All in vain Siti tied her hands and feet, pulled by her hair, flushed all over her body. He suffered, his mouth was dilakban, but he still loves Riko. What's in his brain? What fluid fills it? Riko returned with a knife and slashed the smooth white skin of the lover. Blood flowing he considered the symbol of love.
"Beb, where is Jarwomu now? Can not nolong right? Leave him! "
Siti can not answer, just wriggle. Rontaan and noisy translated into a knife cut on his cheek. Thin lips did not escape the kiss of a thin knife, sharp belonging to Riko. Jealous fire has burned his heart, his love, everything.
"Promise not to meet Jarwo again! You are mine!"
Immediately he plugged the knife into Siti's thigh. Miris, bitter blood flowing down their love. He let the rain sweat in Siti's body, he just need to hurt his heart felt Siti. However, the cuilan sense in his heart is still not burning, he is looking for a cloth to cover the wound on Siti's thigh. He left Siti in the house alone, he went home without sin. Siti crying, struggling, desperate. Siti remembered her mother's father, what would they think. Siti remember one more important thing, she tomorrow there is university entrance examination.
However, out there Riko looks ordinary. People caught their eyeballs, some were selling roast chicken, there were employees coming home from work, there were young people hanging around. The color of the world as far as his view on the way home reminds her of Siti, is it sick ?, but she does not care. Siti was bemoaning her situation. Siti screamed, but only she was listening. Siti waggled her chair, but could not untie it. She resigned, cried, drained her tears. Same with his parents, their tears flowing into the heart.
The next day Riko came over to the torture he had kept secret. The massacre he started, the fork in both hands scratching Siti's arms and legs.
"I love you how to die best dear, than I see you the same Jarwo."
Siti struggled to explain what happened, but without power she was resigned and her situation was not as happy as before, her eyes began to inert because they do not eat also drink.
"Shut up! Noisy your aja! What are you talking about? Do not have to!"
The seconds ticked, the minute chasing after the strains, the clock shifted by number. Siti's parents have tried always to pray, friends also miss her, though only miss her laugh. Calendars have also been changing in numbers. Riko felt as if only an hour tortured Siti. He started feeding him, the remains, rotten, and I do not know what else. His life seemed to want to leave, but could not. His body is fragile, so abundant the magic of his breath is still flowing between the pores of his veins.
The formulas can not find it, now only the prayer and the offering of his body soul to HE who gives miracles. Siti never again revolts, she is silent. Finally Riko getting annoyed.
"Want you to go home? Everybody is looking for you! They fools can not find you. "
"Answer! Want to go home you ?! "he grabbed Siti to be able to nod.
Silence of a very sharp night exactly at 2 am, Riko escorted him through the dark gardens to the house Siti. Riko left her, Siti crawled to the door. She knocked loudly and woke the tranquility of her parents' dreams. In tears in the name of surprise, her mother fainted seeing Siti skinny almost like a bone. His father ran up carrying Siti and mother.
"Son, where are you going? Who did this? My dad replied! "Siti could no longer, she was tired. Dad lets Siti accompany the sleep of the unconscious mother. However, the mother woke up then shouted, bathed in tears, she no longer knew what to do.
This case is dedicated to the authorities. Those who take care of who the torturer Siti. However, it is not easy if Siti is unable to say, she is traumatized, afraid. It reached Jarwo's ear. She understood Siti's body language, her face, the way she was afraid. Jarwo immediately accused Riko, came to him, beat him up, and handed him over to the authorities. It also needs a process, it turns out Jarwo has no proof, but he is convinced. All that was not continued, not found. Her parents could only condemn the torturers.
Life is rolling like a ball. The earth is dancing spinning like a ballerina. Two years passed, Siti was born again with a beautiful face. He began to surrender entirely to God, no matter what. Wind together with time to fly to higher education. His days are amazing even though there is still a trauma in his heart wall.