Disaster at the End of the Word

The accompaniment in the bus accompanies the tour trip as one of the learning agendas of class XI High School Social Sciences. Some of the students humming melodiously showed the vocal talent they had. There are also those who are just busy staring at handphones - surfing on social media, playing games, and taking selfies on the bus. The students did not follow the activities during the trip due to dizziness and nausea that hit.

"Hueekkk!"

It is not uncommon for the sound of people vomiting to be heard. They helped each other give wind oil to their friends who couldn't enjoy the trip in peace. My kind-hearted co-countrymen massaged the neck as the vomiting friend was busy removing the contents of the food into a plastic bag.

The moments on the bus were captured by impromptu photographers who were none other than the students themselves. Until their activities stopped when one of the students screamed hysterically.

"Aaaaaa!"

"Zahra!" Tina a teacher called one of the students named Zahra. The cute girl with chubby cheeks was jolted from sleep.

Her eyes were covered in black cloth. Tina came to Zahra. She pulled the cloth from the eyes of the student who had made a rowdy all over the bus. Zahra's eyes were swollen and surrounded in black at the edges.

"Are you dreaming?"

Zahra took off the headphones that still gave off a melodic melody to hear. She nodded at a glance--looking at her classmates who looked strangely.

"I'm sorry," Zahra said. She turned her attention towards the rice fields on the side of the road. Tina's mother understood--Zahra accidentally made a fuss. She was just a quiet kid who wasn't interested in singing with her classmates.

"What dreams until you shout loudly like that?" Ant--one of Zahra's classmates and neighbors is curious. He was sitting next to the window. Obviously, Zahra's face was so clearly emblazoned bouncing in the shadows. Moreover, when the sun rises from the East highlights the large round eyes that are always empty of that meaning.

"Nightmare," Zahra replied but didn't look at Ant.

Ant picked up Zahra's headphones hanging. The sound of music was still burning from that thing. Zahra is no stranger to ant's attitude that always considers Zahra's property as his good. The man with a pointed chin smiled after properly installing Zahra's headphones.

"Lir-ilir? You don't want that song to keep going?"

"No."

"What's so special? You know the song is for the mind to calm down, but if you hear it continues to be bored as well."

Zahra's hand reached for the headphones to Ant's left. Then he attached it to his ear. They shared a song--Zahra more precisely who let Ant hear the same song.

"If I like it, I won't turn my heart away from the others." Zahra went back to sleep. But this time he lay her head on Ant's shoulder.

"What if it were the other way around? Someone likes you and he doesn't want to if not you."

Zahra was silent. Ant smiled in a knot as he see-dressed the girl's face with curls unraveling around his shoulders. Travel feels really fun when we're with someone you want. Mrs. Tina and a few other students were still busy singing merrily in the back. Ant prefers to enjoy the expanse of rice fields that look beautiful in his eyes.

"Sleep, Ant."

Ant turned around to find Zahra smiling in the cradle of a dream. "Beautiful dream."

***

The group of students arrived at the Holy Mosque area. While waiting for the dzuhur time which is still three hours away, Mrs. Tina invites her protégé to sit in the courtyard of the Mosque. Zahra had just stepped off the bus with puffy eyes and messy-looking hair. If it wasn't Ant who woke up, he might still be asleep in a dream.

"Ra, step aside!" Ant pushed Zahra's forehead which didn't want to come off his shoulder. "Shame on the others!"

"Arrggh! I'm still sleepy, you know!" Zahra squinted spoiled in Ant's hands. They became the center of attention of the mosque visitors who came.

"You've got a headscarf there!"

"Don't want to! Sultry!"

The students from earlier had already worn the hijab to appreciate the Muslims who intend to worship there. Some of Zahra's classmates don't wear hijabs, including herself. Therefore, Mrs. Tina asked the students to prepare hijab as a form of respect and tolerance among religious people.

"But, you brought it, right?"

Zahra nodded. Ant pulled his hand forcefully from Zahra's entanglement. The way it managed to upset Zahra. Ant turned Zahra's body. He opened the girl's bag and searched for the hijab he said he was carrying.

"Where? How is there none?"

"Under the book!" cried Zahra, folding her hands in front of her chest.

Ant found a black hijab. He flipped Zahra's body again. The Hindu man wrapped a hijab around Zahra's head. Even if it's not Muslim, Ant knows how Muslim girls wear hijab. Since his sister is Muslim, he often saw how they put on the hijab.

"Well, it's beautiful!"

Zahra was not happy. He walked away from Ant.

"Ra, come on. Are you a Muslim, don't you like to wear a hijab?"

Zahra stopped. "Hot, sultry, and not free to know!" Bentakan Zahra surprised everyone who was passing by. Ant chuckled. He rubbed Zahra's head.

"If you're used to being comfortable."

"You're so pretentious, anyway? Have you ever felt it?"

Ant put on a jacket hood. She tied the hood strap so that her head looked closed like she was wearing a hijab.

"Yes," he pointed to his head.

"That's different, Ant!"

"You are strange. Yes, it's definitely more sultry to wear this, Ra."

"Whatever! Your think not about me!"

"But, your look is wanna be good! Not for me, but for you."

"Stop, it!"

"I'm talking like this because you're okay with wearing a hijab, Ra."

"Whatever! I want to join the others."

"Then come on, same me!"

Ant takes Zahra to the group. No one welcomed their arrival. Mrs. Tina checked the students' presence. Once it feels complete, he began to guide the students to find out what activities they did during the study tour.

"Thank God, kids. We have reached our destination in good health without any lack of anything."

"What's healthy? The body is like a fever like this, really!" Zahra commented inwardly. He fanned his face using a mini fan.

"Thank God we say to Allah subhana wata'alla who has given us blessings and may what is given to us be a blessing and a field of the reward of course."

"Aamiin," replied the disciples besides Zahra expecting the same prayer. Non-Islamic disciples agreed to their faith.

"Hopefully later our activities can run smoothly from start to finish, aamiin. Well, before starting your activities you must already know what needs to be done and not done. That is, this activity runs according to the protocol of the Principal as the main person in charge."

"For the first activity, I will divide you into two groups. Well, an absence of one to twelve is the first group and the absence of twelve to two four is the second group."

Hearing the division of the jump by the absentee number upset Zahra. He couldn't be as close to his other friends as he was close to Ant. That means, he will return to being a quiet figure ignored by the members of the group.

"The task of the first group is to gather information inside the mosque about historical objects related to the kingdom of Demak. Meanwhile, the second group collected information through the visitors' information about their knowledge of the Kingdom of Demak and its relation to the life of the current era."

"You can photograph every moment you encounter as presentation data at school. Dzuhur later, we meet here and hold congregational prayers for Muslims."

After Mrs. Tina's explanation, the members of the group began to disperse. Zahra was like a missing person in her group. The smartest students in his class were even so busy interviewing every visitor who came. Zahra got a very easy task. However, it was so lazy that he did. That is, recording the explanation of the sources from the recording. As a result, he neglected his duties by running away and hiding in a nearby restaurant.

"Zahra?"

Dita comes alone to see Zahra. The Muslim girl in the sky blue veil smiled. "You're here as it turns out. Others are looking for you, you know."

"Liar!" Zahra pretended to smile in front of Dita. "I'm hungry. If you want to schedule Mrs. Tina later my ulcer will recur." Zahra reasoned.

"Yes, it's nothing. When you're ready to eat then come with me, yes."

Zahra nodded lazily. Dita smiled a knot while waving. The girl crossed the road to get back on the entourage. Zahra was still watching from behind the small stall that was on the side of the road. Zahra's eyes rounded big when she saw Dita who intended to cross in the face of a speeding car.

"Dita, no!" Zahra shouted-- hope Dita didn't continue in her footsteps. But unfortunately, the girl was deaf in the face of death.

I don't know where Zahra came from to save Dita. He lunged at Dita's body until they were slammed onto the pavement. Dita groaned in pain. He gasped when he found out the person who pushed him wasn't anywhere.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Dita is like a person who loses his memory when mobbed by people. Those who were there were also surprised when they saw Dita's body bounce by itself until it fell on the sidewalk.

"I'm fine." Dita stood up. The crowd began to disperse. Dita looked back at the small stall where she met Zahra. However, the figure of the girl he did not meet. Zahra disappeared out of nowhere. Since then, no one has known where Zahra is.