Almahyras

Section 6

...Section 6: Reasons Why He Hides All This....

"Umbilical hernia."

Umma Sarah is a layman who does not really know that hernia disease has many types. Similarly, Alma who just learned it when he last drove his mother-Anggraini to the hospital and it turns out the doctor said that the type of hernia he suffered since the baby is an umbilical hernia.

"Why when you're a baby don't you have surgery as soon as possible?" ask Umma Sarah.

Alma lowered her head by twisting the fingers of her two hands, moments like these that she disliked the most. A person will ask the reasons and reasons why not as soon as possible the surgical procedure was done when he was a baby.

"Doctors don't advise, Umma," Alma replied.

Umma Sarah looks frowned. Then taking a seat in his swivel office chair, the netra looked at Alma with pity. The gaze that Alma had been avoiding all this time finally realized. "It's not that operating costs are expensive, is it, son? So you .. I mean Umma, your mother---"

Alma. Then he refuted, "Mother there is money, Umma. When I was eight years old, Mom sold the land in Menganti, with Dad's consent."

"The cost of the operation ... how much is it?" ask Umma Sarah.

"About seven million to ten million. That's all I know, Umma."

After answering Umma Sarah's question, Alma rubbed her face with both hands and let out a heavy sigh. All of this was finally revealed. His Netra suddenly turned into a wistful, inexplicably to discuss this matter with others made him recall his Mother and Father. The two kind-hearted parents who sincerely accepted it at that time. He believes there must have been so much gossip that his mother and father had received. Because finally the hernia did not go away as he grew larger.

The hernia is fixed.

Making Alma have a fear based on the result of too often he returned to the hospital.

"So that's why you're acting that way when you're talking about marriage?" ask Umma Sarah.

Alma nodded slowly. "Yes. But not completely, Umma. For Alma to live a married life means to accompany someone who Alma loves for life" said Alma.

Netra himself looked at Umma Sarah so deeply and then Alma said again, "Lantas how can Umma force me to accompany a man whom I have not loved at all?"

Umma Sarah was silent for a moment. What Alma had said was enough to reconsider. Because the basis of a marriage other than love is a willingness to accept. Alma does not love Jafar and Alma is not necessarily willing to accept Jafar. Umm Sarah tries to understand the best marriage should not be based on coercion.

"Umma understands, son."

After three seconds, Sarah said, "But there is one thing that Umma wants to ask of you."

Alma sighed for a moment, her right hand fixed the veil which she somehow did not realize was a little impulsive.

"At least I can't promise to fulfill the request, Umma," Alma said.

Pause three seconds Umma Sarah said, "Don't ever feel low because of the increase of one more person who knows your current situation, son."

Alma was feeling low. It is quite difficult to feel self-control to re-believe that this situation will soon improve after surgery. "God willing, Umma."

With a wry smile he looked at Umm Sarah back and continued his words, "Add two people, Umma. Ummi Salamah knows too, right?"

"Yes. He knows it too."

For a second Umma Sarah answered the door of the orphanage office on tap quite loudly from the outside. And followed by a baritone voice calling Umma Sarah. When I heard that, Umm Sarah immediately stood up to the door and opened it.

"Yes Allah ... Lutfan?" umma Sarah.

From the side Alma can see that the nerta and smile of Umma Sarah paint a thing that is so happy. Then suddenly Umma Sarah hugged the man she called by the name of Lutfan. For some reason, it feels like Alma saw the reunion of a child and mother who longed for each other for years.

Is that guy also this orphanage kid?

The hug slowly slipped. Netra Lutfan meets Alma. Then Lutfan brought his lips closer to Umma Sarah's ear-perhaps intending to whisper. But instead of whispering softly, Lutfan spoke quite loudly so that Alma could still hear.

"Yes, he. Who is he, Umma?" lutfan, again.

"The orphan, Umma," replied Umm Sarah.

Alma stood stepping towards the doorway, he felt that there was a new guest that Umm Sarah should welcome. So it's good he left as soon as possible so as not to disturb the conversation of the two people who have not met greet. "Umma, Alma excuse me."

"Eh, dude! I want--" The speech was heard from Lutfan. Before Umma Sarah closed the man's mouth with her left hand.

Umma Sarah shook her head as she saw Alma turning to look at Lutfan. "It doesn't have to be in the mouth of this kid! Umma ask for help later in the afternoon take shopping Inayah ya to the supermarket, son?"

"Yes, Umma. Alma excuse me."

...🌺...

Alma was already very breastfed.

All the ways he assured that the destiny of life that God has given is indeed such. Nothing bad, maybe just a little painful. Suffering from his birth, followed by the loss of a father at the age of ten years due to diabetes mellitus. And Alma thought that maybe the suffering of this life was over, but it was wrong. Four years later the mother he loved followed him because of chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. So who would be willing to accommodate this miserable fourteen-year-old?

Kinfolks?

Nonexistent.

All disappeared when Alma really needed the pity of the brothers Mother and Father.

"If you remember, Aunt Maryam was right. I am no longer a 14-year-old teenager who will cry if not accompanied for a while," muttered Alma.

His fears were his own. When he woke up from sleep to see Aunt Maryam was not beside him, he would scream hysterically and cry out. For now he will not be able to cry or scream if left alone. He'll be happy. Because the more he grew up he was getting pulled over and did not want to be disturbed.

"DOR!" A loud enough voice was heard from Kirana on her back who was touched by the two tiny hands of her orphanage sister.

Alma laughed softly. "Sister was not surprised, Na. It looks out of the window."

Kirana clucking. "You can, anyway?! Though tired of Kirana the road slowly so that Kak Alma was shocked," he explained.

Alma turned on her salary and saw a digital clock showing at 12:15 WIB it was time for the younger siblings of the elementary school home to go home. "Which father?" ask Alma.

"It's like it's still Salsa. Not knowing what to say, Kirana told him to go back to the room first. Continuing Kirana did not accidentally see Kak Alma dreamt of it and Kirana had the intention to ngangetin Brother but Sister at all---"

"Breathe, Kirana," said Alma. Kirana has always been like this, Alma must often remember so that her little sister does not forget to breathe because she talks too much.

He noticed Kirana who several times took and exhaled quickly. "This is Kirana's breath, sister!" exciting Kirana.

With her pouting face Kirana caught up with Alma to sit on the edge of the dorm yard right next to her older brother. Then both his right and left hands pulled the tip of the white veil that was in line with his school uniform "Sir Alma's veil Kirana is neat, right?" ask Kirana.

"Already, Kirana. Neatest. Clean. Beautiful again."

Hearing so much praise from Alma, Kirana smiled widely. "Kirana is beautiful, sister. Thank God" Kirana said.

There was a sound in the sky. Alma and Kirana spontaneously looked up to see the black clouds had become a unity and the rain began to fall on the earth simultaneously. "Well, it's raining, brother!" exciting Kirana.

"Yes, here. It hasn't rained in a long time. Let's go into the room of Kak Alma, Na," said Alma by standing first and in the follow up reach Kirana's hand to make her little sister stand.

"Cold no, brother?" ask Kirana.

Alma rubbed her right and left arms together with the reply, "Cold Friday, Na."

Kirana who was standing after Alma was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Kirana sit here huh, sister?"

"Yes." Yeah."

Kirana's breathing rang out many times. Like so much anxiety that the little brother of his upbringing was hiding. "You sick, Na?" ask Alma.

Kirana shakes. "No, Brother. Kirana is healthy."

Three seconds later, Kirana said, "Sir Alma how many years has she lived in an orphanage?"

When suddenly the question came out of Kirana's natural blushing lips. Netra Alma stared right at Kirana who was a second and then looked down deeply. There was a sad look in the beautiful netra with long plump fur, which sometimes looks faintly imply sorrow behind the laughter is also cheerful on the face of Kirana.

Is that just a cover?

"Here are two weeks and three days. When asked how many years, it's been about seven years, Na," replied Alma.

Kirana was breathing heavily. In his face Alma with a wide smile that shows a row of teeth whose ends are rolling. "If Kirana is from the age of five and now the age of Kirana is ten years, then the old sister of Alma huh? Though if you remember Kirana felt very long here. Uh, it was a long time ago Brother."

Kirana took in and made a breath for a moment to pause this conversation. Because Kirana did not want Alma to remind her continuously and ended up upsetting her. "Sometimes Kirana is bored, sister. How does it feel to go to the mall with Mama Papa? And how does it feel to be ready with Mama. Kirana really wants to, continue in between to the same school Papa. Alma's sister never, has she?"

"Right," replied Alma.

Kirana nodded in understanding. "Acque, Brother?"

"Take it."

Kirana was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Kirana wants to."

Hearing all the ravings of Kirana made Alma realize that every happiness that humans experience will certainly set aside sadness for other humans. He had been happy living with his father for ten years and with his mother for fourteen years. And, Kirana? Only five years of living together by his parents.

So, which is luckier and feel happy for a long time?

Herself.

"What about Brother? We go around the supermarket with Inayah as well" said Alma.

Both corners of Kirana's lips were attracted. His little sister smiled so widely that a row of her gingsully teeth whipped out slightly. "Can! Go, Brother!"

"Later in the afternoon if the rain has subsided, huh?" Alma paused for a moment. He stood towards the window and looked at the curtains and the outside of the room. He said, "Daddy, it seems to have come. Now you go back to the room first. Later in the afternoon meet Brother, we take a walk to the supermarket. Okay?"

Kirana nodded.

...🌺...

Bakda magrib rain subsides. It has been ascertained that afternoon plans for a walk in the supermarket have been forced to cancel. Now Alma was just languishing in this silent and dim room. On the nightstand there are leftovers given by Kirana-batagor with peanut seasoning. Alma who was originally selonjor, suddenly upright sitting on the edge of the bed and then stood up to take the study table and open it on the bed.

Netra Alma caught a white mini keyboard in her stacking drawer. Then he took it and put himself back in bed. In utak-ink with the device to open the application read his writing with all the ideas and imagination left and right hand shrewdly type the work in progress.

The kling!

Notifications entered when Alma was busy writing. Contact name: Mardiyah Al-Hikmah orphanage. Then his forehead shriveled, because it was very unusual for Mardiyah to send a short message.

Mardiyah Al - Hikmah orphanage

He was sent to the office with Umm Sarah

Alma heaved a heavy sigh, every business in Umma Sarah's office would definitely be related to Umm Salamah. And he did not really bother to meet with Umm Salamah again, other than being annoyed by the letter that Jafar wrote. Alma also felt that it was possible that Umm Salamah thought she was an uncivilized girl.

The problem remains the same, as Alma has not apologized for the bad verbal rant she said.

^^^Ba'da Isya I went there^^

Mardiyah Al - Hikmah orphanage

Now

He's waiting, Alma

^^^^^^^

Moving Alma from the bed, her right hand took the veil of navy paris on the hanger. Then she put it on as soon as possible, her little footsteps running sideways to see the appearance of herself in front of the mirror reflection. He slightly lowered his head to see some of the rows of skincare he needed when he came out so that at least this ayu face was not pale. Powder and lip balm has become an option, with a clever polishing thin on the face and lips evenly.

"perfect. Pretty good, not as pale as before," muttered Alma.

The footsteps walked towards the door. Slowly and closed down again. After completely making sure the door was locked, Alma turned to look at the dormitory courtyard one and two which were quite quiet. Her net looked side-by-side Inayah and Kirana's room was also covered. Alma walked slowly so as not to make noise, when it had arrived in front of the beautiful netra library it also did not catch the children who were reading.

"Rain down. That's why it's quiet times, huh?" monologue Alma.

Alma moved her legs in a bit of haste. Thinking maybe Umm Sarah's waiting. For a few minutes, when he arrived at the office Alma heard a noise from the cry of a baby who was constantly crying. Follows the soft voice of the woman trying to calm the baby.

Any guests?

"Alma how old, huh Umma?" The soft voice was heard as Alma had just arrived at the doorway.

Netra belonging to Umma Sarah looked at him so cheerfully. "That, Alma!"

"Assalamualaikum, Umma."

The woman with the black mane of a boat and the veil of a pashmina maroon who was sidelined, between her left and right shoulders stared at Alma with a bow. "Alma dear," he said.

Alma looked up at the woman. "Tan-te Flowers?"

"Do you remember Auntie, Alma?"

Note :

• In quotation from www.kodebpjs.com: in general, independent hernia surgery can require a fee of Rp 7,000,000 to Rp 20,000,000. It can even be more than that depending on the severity of the hernia and how it is handled.

• alma said 7 - 10 million because of the estimates she knows.

• why not go straight to baby time surgery? Quoted from www.sehatq.com: because most cases of umbilical hernia in infants will heal by itself, then surgery is not recommended in infants. The doctor will advise you to monitor the bulge until the baby is about 4 years old.

• 4-year-old Alma not immediately in surgery? Ibu Anggraini has no money (not yet taken care of KIS). And after thinking about finally selling land in Menganti when Alma was 8 years old. And by the time she was 8, Alma knew she was going back to the hospital again, and obviously it scared her.

• ikuti is a Subdistrict located in Gresik Regency, East Java.