AMEERA'S LOVE STORY
PART 31'S
I have been living in Umi Salmah's house for almost a month. There are a lot of positive activities I do here. I joined work to help Umi Salmah take care of her catering with Mba Lusi. While learning to cook, I helped cut vegetables, clean fish, put ready-made food into the packaging, and others.
In addition, I also often attended lectures with Umi. Adding religious knowledge is still minimal. I was almost like his assistant Umi Salmah who would follow wherever Umi went.
Umi Salmah in addition to rich wealth was also rich in heart. Every Friday, Umi Salmah distributes food for the dhuafa. Every Friday, Umi Salmah does not accept catering orders. We all cook to share for free.
During my stay at Umi Salmah's house, I sent my parents four letters. Of course I didn't say everything that happened to them. I just told you that I'm fine and now I'm moving to work in catering. I said that my phone was missing, so it could not be reached. Our communication is like going back to the old days before the fame of mobile phones, namely letters.
“Neng please buy salt to the front stall well, earlier I think you forgot to buy in the market,” said mba Lusi.
“Iya mba.” In addition to being a vegetable cutter, my job is to buy complementary items that are sometimes missed when shopping in the market. Maybe because I was younger than him, so Mba Lusi was no longer hesitant to tell me this and that.
I walked out after receiving some money given by Mba Lusi. Don't forget to take the hijab in my room. In addition to giving me a ride, Umi Salmah also gave me some clothes. Most are not new items, the clothes of his former daughter are still worth wearing. Almost all clothes given by Umi Salmah are in the form of gamis and instant hijab. At first I felt sultry wearing it, but now that I'm used to it I feel comfortable. Precisely if now I go out without wearing a hijab, there will be less. I feel like I'm naked.
“Assalamu’alaikum bu Elin, buy the salt two packs well,” I told the shop owner.
“Waalaikum greetings, I briefly get yah neng.” The shop owner gave me two packs of salt. “This salt is neng, what else will you buy?”
“It's bu it.” I handed over ten thousand bills to the shop owner.
“Neng Ameera fattening well now. The first time I saw it was skinny.”
“It is mom? The influence of clothes may well. But it is indeed bu, lately my appetite is again high, hehehe ...”
“Basic of this neng, usually if the young people want it on a diet so slim.”
“Not all kok bu, this is my proof, instead of slim even kayak langseng, hehehe .., already ah bu I say back home first, this salt is awaited mba Lusi.” I walked out of Elin's shop. If the conversation continues with him will not be complicated, there is a language.
The air was quite hot today, but it was only eight in the morning. Suddenly I felt tired, even though the distance from the house of Umi Salmah to the shop of Elin was not too far away. Suddenly my head felt dizzy, my vision blurred, and I finally fell unconscious.
I woke up when I felt someone rubbing my hands. Apparently Umi Salmah was there. He looked at me with a worried face.
“Alhamdulillah you finally realized also neng,” he said when I saw me open my eyes.
I sat down on the pillow, trying to remember the incident before I fainted. Slowly I remember, I started to feel dizzy when I came home from buying salt at Elin's shop.
“It's drinking its warm tea first.” Umi Salmah gave me a glass of warm tea which I immediately drank.
“Sorry Umi so troublesome, I was told to buy salt in the stall bu Elin. Then when I was on my way home, suddenly my head was dizzy, after which I did not know anymore what happened. Who brought me here Umi?”
“So there are citizens who saw you faint, it's a good thing that one of them recognized you, so they brought you here.”
“Oh ...” I can only make a fool of it.
“May I ask something neng?” asked Umi Salmah in doubt.
“What's Umi? How come Umi is that tense? I do not have a dangerous disease, right Umi?”
“No. Umi just want to ask, when was the last time you came to the moon?” ask Umi Salmah.
DEG ....
“Why Umi ask like that?” As I recall I last came that month. Maybe when I was boarding with Nita. My irregular period of months came making me unable to confirm it properly.
Umi Salmah leaned towards me while looking at me fixedly. Putting both my hands into his hands, “Doctor says you're pregnant neng.”
DEG ... DEG ... DEG ....
“Iya neng, you're pregnant. But still we have to make sure to go to the gynecologist.”
“No Umi, I don't want to get pregnant ... I don't want to get pregnant ...” I was hysterical while beating my stomach.
Umi Salmah holding both my hands, “Do not like this neng, can harm your fetus.”
“Ta-but Umi how can I conceive whereas I am an unmarried woman. People will call this child an illegitimate child.” I lowered my tone. Shame if others hear. Currently this house is not only me and Umi salmah, but there are Mba Lusi and two mothers who help prepare catering orders.
“Husss .. don't talk like that. There is no such thing as an illegitimate child. All children are born holy. What is there is the behavior of his parents who are haram.”
“Then what should I do now Umi?”
“You must tell this to the baby's father. Anyway she should be in charge.”
“That can't be Umi,” I replied softly. I lowered my gaze recalling my conversation with Heru.
“Why?” ask Umi Salmah.
“We cannot marry Umi.”
“I mean you can't get married how?”
“We differ belief Umi.”
“Astaghfirullohaladzim.”
“Sorry Umi, what other than Umi does anyone know about my pregnancy?” many nervous. Umi Salmah shook her head. “I beg Umi, please let this remain a secret. I am not ready to face people. At least until I can find the solution.”
“But you know that your stomach will grow for a long time? Pregnancy is something that is impossible to hide neng.”
“I know Umi. But I beg you for now please be kept secret first, I beg Umi.” I'm going to Umi Salmah. I have to consider from all sides. What steps should I take next.
“Alright then, Umi can't say anything more. All decisions are in your hands.”
“Thanks Umi. And if I may ask for one more thing, may I stay here longer Umi?”
“What are you talking about, of course you can. Such a thing you do not need to ask again.”
“Thank you Umi .. thank you.”
“Already ah, do not thank you continue, Umi want to go back first, nyiapain order catering. Before dzuhur already have to be delivered. Tomorrow morning Umi anter to the obstetrician yah.” Umi Salmah got up to leave the room. “If still limp do not need help, just rest.”
“No Umi, I'm already healthy kok.” I woke up in the footsteps of Umi Salmah. Anyway I'm just here hitchhiking. I shouldn't have been in my room. At least I have to make myself more useful especially for people who are already very good at giving me shelter.
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