A Love for Khayra
Warmth of the Family
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An old ontel bike rests on the mango tree in front of the house.
Khayra was running small with a limp leg.
" Asalamualaikum's.. "
Khayra had just returned from the surau, Khayra could guess who the guests were.
" Mother.. Sired.. "
" Nduk Waalaikumsalam.. "
Khayra greeted Mommy, Mbok Fatma, Ms. Ningrum and Mr. Eko.
" Your daughter misses Ningrum, wants to go to your house but her leg hurts from falling off the bike. " Obs Mbok Fatma.
" Yes Mbok, Mas Eko said Rara wanted to go to the house to cook stumps, it was fitting Ningrum to the coconut shop he said Mbok Darmi, Nduk Rara fell from the bike. "
The light of Mother Ningrum, which made Khayra scratch her head covered in hijab.
Haddeh Mbok Darmi the owner of the shop knows Khayra fell from the bike, fortunately did not say that the Khayra bike collision with the Blue bike.
Khayra cursed in his heart, Khayra would be the soft months of Pak Eko if he knew he collided with the same guy from the city.
" Basic spoiled you with your mother. " Mother rubbed the Khayra hijab, Mother Ningrum just laughed.
" Huh he said racer like marc marquez, what is it can nyungsep so, not great. " Ejek Pak Eko.
" Body.." Cibir Khayra, advancing her tiny lips.
" Rara will lose if not nyungsep Pak Eko. " Timpal Mother Hilda smiled, joined in teasing her careless daughter.
" Mother what the hell, just like Dad. " Sulang Khayra sewot.
All laughing Khayra put her face in the room and returned to the living room where her family was.
" Let's eat, your mother has brought a bundle of batons to your order. "
Mother prepares dinner in amben near the kitchen.
A simple menu that looks appetizing.
Buntil keladi, sambal terasi, fried salted fish and lalapan.
All eating by hand, they were seen enjoying the food in silence.
Mbok Fatma, Mommy and Pak Eko were seen chatting.
Khayra was helped by Ms. Ningrum to clean up the food marks.
" It still hurts his legs? "
" Slight Mom. "
" Tomorrow I will harvest corn, you will come with Nduk Arini. "
" Yes, I'm sure the corn won't spend the same as Arini. "
" At the end of school exams soon, diligent study so that you can be a person. "
" We are not Mothers now. " Canda Khayra to her foster mother.
" We are just a scarecrow. "
" The scarecrow. "
The two chuckled together, while clearing up the amben.
" We're ahead Nduk! " Take Mother Ningrum after washing dishes and cleaning the amben with the help of Khayra.
Khayra nodded, deflecting spoiled on Mother Ningrum's arm. Like all this time he did as a child.
Khayra from childhood used to be with Ms. Ningrum, if Pak Eko and Mbok Fatma worked in the fields and Mommy sold in stores.
Pak Eko and Mbok Fatma worked on the fields and rice fields owned by Mother Hilda who was bought from Mother's savings while still pregnant Khayra.
Khayra who never get affection from the figure of Dad. Khayra felt when she was with Mr. Eko.
" Here Nduk. " Mbok Fatma patted the wood-carved chair next to her.
Khayra sits next to Mbok Fatma, in the middle of Mbok Fatma and Bunda.
" You want to continue Nduk's studies in town? " Tanya Mbok Fatma.
Khayra turned to Mommy for a moment, then shook her head quickly.
" Why ?" Mbok asked Fatma.
" Pity Mother Mbok. " Little is short.
Khayra again glanced at Mother who smiled meaningfully looking at the confused face of her daughter.
" No need to think too much about the cost, you just need to learn. "
" Show me your skills, make us all proud, have a daughter like you. " Pak Eko said encouraging Khayra.
" We believe you can make our lives change, baby. " Mother spoke softly with affection.
" Our little girl's grown up now, she's going to college. " Mother Ningrum stroked Khayra's hand, grasping her tightly.
#Flashback On#
10 years ago.
Little Khayra was just sitting on the sidelines holding her knees. Looking softly at his friend who was preparing for the race with their Father.
" Why are you sad, not in the race? " Tegur Pak Eko, the husband of Ms. Ningrum who is still Mbok Fatma's brother.
Khayra shook her head slowly with a face holding back tears.
" why? "
" Khayra does not have a father, all of Khayra's friends participate in the race carried by his father. "
Khayra buried a sad face on her knees, and began to sob.
Little Khayra who so wanted to feel carried by his father.
" Khayra is carried with you just want? "
Khayra looked up and nodded slowly.
" Smile first dong, sweet child should not be sad. " Entertain Mr. Eko.
Khayra wiped her tears and nodded again with a smile on her tiny lips.
Mr. Eko and Ms. Ningrum got closer to Khayra because they were both unborn.
Especially when Khayra was in an accident and needed a blood transfusion, Ningrum was the one who gave her blood.
The second family is getting closer and Mother Hilda entrusts her land to be done by Mbok Fatma assisted by Pak Eko.
#Flashback Off#
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Khayra awoke from her sleep, a worn-out clock on the wall pointing to the figure 12 nights past.
Khayra went to the bathroom, urinated and took ablution to perform the evening prayer.
Upon returning from the bathroom, I could hear Mommy and Mbok Fatma talking something that made Khayra not greet the two.
Between the kitchen and the bathroom was blocked by the bulkhead from the woven bamboo.
Khayra stood leaning against the wall, listening to the two who were talking quietly.
" Nduk until when did you hide all this. "
" No one needs Hilda to explain to Rara, let it stay like this "
" At least let Khayra know the truth about her real father Nduk. "
" It only hurts for him Mbok, even if it takes the last name Khayra wants me to remove. "
KHAYRA HANINDYA PRAMUDY.
" Nduk, it is not good to hold a grudge, it only makes your heart hard and it hurts more if you remember it. "
" Mboks. " Mother was seen crying in the arms of Mbok Fatma.
" Ten your heart Nduk, just 18 years you keep your own pain, your daughter has the right to know who her father is. "
Mother shook her head slowly, and returned sobbing. Mbok Fatma rubbed Mother's fragile back no backrest.
Many men want to marry Mother Hilda, but Mother always rejects her.
Is a cowboy, Mr. Suwoto who is still persistent unyielding to fight for the heart of Mother to be made his third wife.
Mother Hilda whose beauty declined in Khayra, of course still captivated the heart of the man who looked at her. Natural Ayu without touch make-up.
Mr. Suwoto who is captivated by the motherhood of Mother Hilda and Pak Suwoto's Son, Bayu is targeting Mother's Princess, Khayra.
A complicated love competition.
Mother still maintains her solitude, the pain of being dumped still imparts pain.
Khayra shed tears listening to everything. Despite being deep in her little heart, Khayra wanted to know who her real father was. Khayra prefers to harbor curiosity, rather than having to make Mother sad.
Mother, it's better that Khayra doesn't know who Khayra's real father is. If you only open old wounds in the heart of Mother, Khayra does not want Mother to remember Dad if it all only hurts Mother. Let Khayra have enough Mother. Khayra dear Mother, Khayra does not want to see Mother crying again.
Khayra walked slowly back to the room, taking her face.
Khayra complained to her Rabb_, complaining about all the burdens felt.
O Allah..
Happy Mother servant, do not make Mother suffer again. Enough of the tears that Mother has been spilling in her silence.
Although Mother never showed it in front of the servant, I could feel how tormented Mother.
Khayra curled up on a prayer mat, a prayer mat that was wet with spilled tears.
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Mewek author.
