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Faisal...

Through the window of the room there are stars scattered in the night sky. Mae's question yesterday brought back memories that are still left in the bottom of the heart.

 

“How is he doing there?”

 

“How about Khalid's speech?”

 

Sure he'll be fine but what about Khalid's words the other day? Can feelings be controlled as well as the owner's own heart?

 

The answer is no. I can't control my feelings, but I can hold these feelings. All memories may never be lost but I try not to remember them.

 

I set myself to follow the path unfolding without thinking what I would meet in front of me. Happy to live the life that God still gives until now with both parents and nephews who have begun to grow.

 

What happiness should I pursue if I am with them alone is more than enough. How many times circumstances forced me to leave them but God still gave us the opportunity to spend the day together again.

 

As parents, they only have me and vice versa. I enjoyed our days in a pretty safe state without the sound of a gun or a bomb. The provincial capital was once notorious for rare arms contact.

 

Today we and the family of Mr. Cek Amir agreed to visit Razi's grave. My heart was like a knife as it stared at his grave which was filled with green grass. We tidied the grass around her grave and sprinkled flowers and poured water over her navel after she finished reading the words.

 

A year had passed but the memories of Razi were still neatly stored in my heart. His polite personality with a polite and friendly attitude makes him a figure of youth who deserves to be exemplified. However, God loved him even more so that Razi quickly returned to the side of the Khalik leaving us all.

 

Tears fell unbearably as prayer after prayer we bestowed upon him in the hope that one day we would be reunited in His heaven.

 

“Amin...” say we simultaneously.

 

When I saw that Razi's grave was clean and tidy, I suddenly remembered the grave of Bang Ilham and his little family.

 

“Is their grave also clean like this?” my inner.

 

No one knows because we never went back there.

 

“Your brother's grave is also clean and tidy. Bang Muh always mowed the grass there for his cow.” I smiled at the whisper of Umi.

 

No matter how smart a child is, parents always have an airy heart with an apology even when the child is gone.

 

A man who was cleaning the graveyard area grabbed my attention as we were about to get out of there.

 

“Khalid.”

 

His appearance was very different from before. His face was covered in a sideburn with a peasant hat and a small towel perched on his shoulders. Beside him was a basket filled with grass. He glanced at us at a glance, nodding his head and then slashing back into the grass around the grave.

 

“Assalamualaikum..”

 

Degs...

 

Mr. Cek Amir came to him while saying his greetings.

 

“Walaikumsalam.”

 

I was agitatedly staring at Abu and Umi. Suddenly my parents came to him. Mr. Cheque Amir took out a fifty-thousand note and handed it to Khalid.

 

I'm sure he's Khalid.

 

“Thank you for mowing the lawn here.” said Mr. Cek Amir.

 

 

“Wear to buy your needs!” Abu handed him two hundred bills in his hands.

 

“Come, Cut!” bring Abu.

 

I nodded back as we looked. My heart wondered with the attitude of Abu.

 

“Is that my parents' heart? Even when they come across people who have been carrying their children for months.”

 

From them, I learned that there is no place for anger and hatred in us.

 

I asked what if Pak Cek Amir or Mak Cek Siti found out if the person they gave the money to was the shooter of his son? Can their hearts accept that? But I chose silence.

 

“How did he know we were there?” ask Abu when we finished praying Isha.

 

“Iya yes. Umi also did not expect if we will meet with him there.” replied Umi.

 

“How can Abu and Umi recognize it?” many doubt.

 

“Abu is old but Abu alhamdulillah's eyes are not myopic. If you are wearing clothes like that. Abu could still recognize him. What makes Abu curious at once riled up is his presence there right with our arrival. That means all this time he is still watching us.” said Abu.

 

“Maybe he just wants to make sure of his promise to the late Bang Ilham, Abu.” I replied.

 

“Then, he also knows that you were once betrothed by another young man?” abu said back.

 

“She just doesn't want Cut to marry an army, Abu. He hated them so much that he brought Cut first.”

 

“Ya. Now we just need to be careful because it's obvious he's still watching Cut. And you, Cut. Don't get close to that soldier!”

 

“Iya, Umi. Cut also does not intend to get close to them.”

 

“Abu, how about to sell in front of us looking for people only? Or we just ask Mae to sell food. Let Cut help Abu?” umi's suggestion surprised me a little.

 

“Mae wants, Umi.” said Mae who just came out of her room.

 

“Ya already, starting tomorrow Mae who sells food.” said Abu.

 

Choosing Mae to sell food turned out to be a profit but made my job a little more. Customers who buy my food more and more and of course make me have to increase the portion of food than before.

 

Most buyers are men and of course have other intentions besides buying packaged rice. Every day there was always a letter or greeting that they sent Mae. I could only sigh heavily while staring at the letters. Some of them immediately said their intentions to Abu but all decisions came back to me.

 

Abu did not force so well with Umi. But when the application came from the family Mak Cek Siti. Abu and Umi must wisely respond because of the relationship between the two families.

 

Mak Cek Siti's nephew Faisal has just returned from Medan after graduating from the medical faculty of North Sumatra University. Faisal is the son of Mak Cek Siti's brother who served as the head of Aceh province's education service.

 

The youngest of three children, all doctors, followed their mother, a pediatrician, and now serves as a lecturer at the medical faculty of Syiah Kuala University.

 

“How's Akak, Brother? Bang Fahri asked me to find a mate for Faisal. How about we match them up? Faisal's a good boy he's just like Razi. Both ages are the same. It's just that time, Sister Laila told Faisal to take USU medicine. Whereas I told Razi to go to school here. That's how they finally separated. Otherwise, they are always together. Even some people think if they are siblings.” story Mak Cek Siti when visiting our house with Pak Cek Amir.

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