My mind started to get confused. My emotions heated up as the sweat continued to flow on my forehead and neck. I tried to think calmly but always failed. The day is still not too late, but I feel thirsty and tired. Maybe I wasted too much energy, even though I didn't run or move excessively.
I just lay down on the bed with a cellphone that has been more than an hour of company. I'm not listening to songs or facebookan. All I do is try to contact Romi, the culprit that has frustrated me in the morning. Because of him, I became emotionally easy and sometimes I made harsh words. Even though this is a holy month, now the atmosphere is bad.
Romi has brought Muslim clothes that I will wear during Lebaran later. He said lightly that I gave it. It's a joke or indeed I gave it. But as I recall, I never said that I gave it to him. I don't know, for sure I want to wear my own clothes when I pray later.

"I'm still on the road."
That's what he said when I called. I tried to send a message via BBM to give her home address. But after a few minutes, it just reads and doesn't reply. I'm getting angry.
Not just this time he made people sick and angry. It is his nature that is always a sale promise that makes him not have many friends. People tend to be suspicious and feel anxious if they are friends with him. Even though I think Romi is a closed and ambitious type of person, he is also my friend. But seeing what he had done, I also began to get angry. How could I give up my clothes that I had been waiting for for a long time and give them to him, he would only brag.
Suddenly my cellphone rang. Apparently Romi sent his home address. He said wait in a few minutes. I was a little relieved and immediately prepared to leave. Because I don't have a driver's license, and I'm too scared to drive a motorbike on the highway, I ask my brother to drive.
Apparently Romi's home address is far away.
We waited in front of the complex as he told. While trying to contact and no answer, I am idly to write status on BBM by showing resentment to Romi. Not until one minute, Hadad asked me in BBM. He said, he was told by Romi to give up my clothes and go straight to Hadad's house.
My brother and I entered the complex while looking for Hadad who he said would wait at the intersection of block 4. Thank God, I saw him sitting with a wave. We stopped in front of his house. I went inside after his father was invited to sit on the porch to enter. "It turned out that your home address was given by Romi?" I started a conversation with Hadad. Although not so familiar, we are not awkward. He replied and smiled. "Yes. he told me to give this shirt to you ".
I took clothes that had been bagged with black plastic. Then I said goodbye after a little conversation with him. Finally, I can calm down after I get my shirt back. We went home because the day had begun.
A week had passed since I scolded Romi for giving someone else's home address. He even laughed and took lightly. Really bad habits. While waiting for the maghrib call to prayer, I open BBM and start reading the status of the people.
But what surprised me was the status of my friend who wrote that Hadad had died. Even the DP picture was a picture of Hadad sitting on a hospital bed with a bandage on his head and his parents besides. I trembled a little at seeing my friend. I could hardly believe it, and I tried to send a message to all my friends. And it turns out they did justify the news. Hadad died of a single accident at a flyover when he was about to head to an elementary school to become a pesantren kilat committee. O God, I still remember our last conversation. "Dad, you're still in school right?" He smiled and answered "Yes. I am still in school".
It's tragic and a sad news for us. My friend said, just yesterday they played Playstation. They even joked with him, and unexpectedly Hadad was really gone now. I'm just not too familiar feeling really lost. Especially those who often play together, especially Romi.
He felt devastated and became quiet.
Hadad's sudden departure made us through this holiday with tears and sadness. Some of them took part in delivering Hadad's body to the point where I lost my eyes, I couldn't go because the motorcycle was being used by my brother. I can only pray for him. Because everything belongs to God and ultimately returns to God.
Almost every day I see Hadad's loss status. For more than a week, there are different things today. I got broadcast from friends on BBM. Its contents, "we lost another friend ...".
I'm shocked after knowing who. My mouth is open, and immediately I say "Innalillahi wa Inna ilaihi roji'un".