“Haha…haha….”. Everyone laughed while they were praying, but I didn’t. Yuph, I didn’t laugh but not because there were nothing funny for me, it because the people were laughed at me. It happen about 10 years ago when I was 8 years old.
A perfect day for me, my parent looked very happy, but that day I was the most happy people. I got a good mark in final exam and my nice came from Jakarta for holiday. Then, my nice and I decided to spent our holiday in my grandma’s house. My grandma suggested us to join a religion activity called, “Pesantren Kilat”. So, my nice and I went to the nearest mosque and joined with other kids. We had no friend because we were new at that place, so we done everything by ourselves.
One night , we went to the mosque for pray. Unfortunately, I ran out for “mukena”, women’s dress for pray. So, I wore a man’s saroong and covered it to my body, I looked like ninja at that time. It was hard to took off the saroong so, I didn’t take it off from magrib untill isya time, even when I wanted to go to the toilet I didn’t do it. But I know now, it was a wrong strategy. When isya time came I couldn’t stand to go to toilet anymore, I said to my nice about that and she wishpered to me “hold on, if take off the saroong I won’t help you to wear it” and I just could say “OK”. After that, I pray with an uncumfortable feeling, I was thinking over that I would pee on my own pants. And the dream came true. “Thank’s God, finnaly I can let it go”. I prayed until I finished pee on that place, after that I ran as fast as I could because at that time people started to laugh.
When I reached may gradnma’s house, I told her what happened and she was angry to me. My grandma said to me that I had to went to the mosque and asked for apologize but I didn’t do it because I really felt shy. But, suddenly my nice came to the house with my teacher, and he said “Dita is OK, don’t be shy just show me the place where you were pee so I can clean it”. I didn’t answered and I just smile to him.