FATIMAH (Pearl In Mud) .
ADMIRE IN SILENCE
Hamid, not an ordinary man like most students at his school. He is the son of a successful truck owner. She has always been the center of attention of other students. For Hamid learning is his main goal. If anyone admires him to the point of pursuing him in every way is their business, not his business.
His ambition was to become a doctor, which is why he studied so hard to make it easier to enter the State University as he wished. The appearance is fairly beautiful, the motorbike sport rides. Being a special attraction for its roosters.
For Hamid, Fatimah is the perfect female form according to his version. For some people, it might be considered a joke. So many beautiful women who pursue him, admire him openly, it is precisely women who are not in the category of beauty that he admires. The hardworking woman had already taken Hamid's heart.
He often looked at Fatimah silently, of course the woman did not know. And of course fatimah would not believe if Hamid had expressed his feelings.
Low self-esteem, feeling unworthy, that was what Fatimah always instilled in her mind. He deserves no more attention than those around him, for he listens more often to insults and insults than to praise and flattery.
As at this time, Hamid noticed the fatimah who helped at the centenary of the grandmother's departure. He sat by the window that connected the kitchen with the main room.
His body was hiding behind the wall. Only his neutrals peeked through the glass window just above Hamid's head.
“Help your father roll out the mat outside, soon his guests come” the voice of the woman who gave birth to him shocked Hamid. As soon as he looked at the mother with his eyes wide open, his expression was like someone was caught stealing.
“why are you staring at me so, so strange. Help your father in front of” the woman looked at Hamid in wonder. The second son looked nervous. He walked to the window. Peeping right over Hamid's head. The woman smiled. Understanding what makes your child nervous is unusual.
“that woman is indeed a hardworking mom loves how it works, nimble and neat. You are not wrong to tell Fatimah to help in the kitchen. At first I was doubtful".
Hamid was still embarrassed. Seventeen years old, he did not dare to express admiration for this woman he cared about.
The mother smiled, she was young and knew exactly what her son was going through now. Every teenager will experience the same thing in time. For his mother, Hamid had no problem admiring any woman. Provided, his ideals are foretold. The woman's business is at a later time. To whomever his son's heart is anchored, he doesn't matter as long as the woman is well.
“Fatimah, please wash the same pot with a large boiler first, after that a small one. If you are done helping other mothers fill rice for blessings brought home guests later” said the woman in a quiet voice.
“baik bi, I take it back first” he said taking some of the cooking utensils that were used up, bringing it to the side of the kitchen in a combination with other dirty places.
He sat down and began to wash all the cookware deftly. Everything that Fatimah did did did not escape Hamid's sight. To him everything in the woman is interesting. The way he walks, the way he looks at himself. Even the way fatimah spoke. If you see Fatimah smiling to make Hamid's heart often pounding is not bad .
Fatimah brought a clean place back inside, put it where it was available to dry. Working in silence. His mind was focused on his work now, afraid that the host would be dissatisfied with his work.
He wanted a lot of people to ask for his help like now. The money and rice obtained certainly helped him reduce the burden on him and his grandmother.
“Fatimah rest first, already in the maghrib time later just insert the pudding into the small plate, after prayer do not forget to eat” said Hamid's mother. Women are good, unlike most mothers in Fatimah who often insult her.
“iya bi, Fatimah permisi” said Fatimah to pass
“where you go, do not go home to pray here only there is mushollah” point the mother in the room in front of the kitchen which is blocked by a wall with a glass window above it.
“Fatimah does not bring mukenah” he said slowly
“iya bi, fatimah excuse me to go to the bathroom first”
“her bathroom next to musholah” said Hamid's mother with a smile, she knew this woman was very affectionate towards him. That smile was only to break the awkwardness of Fatimah. He wanted Fatimah to be ordinary.
“Fatimah eat first” said Hamid's mother after seeing the woman fold her face.
“you take it yourself in the kitchen, I want to pray first” the woman entered the bathroom afterwards.
fatimah, get back in the kitchen. Towards rice and side dishes available there.for him this luxury food, there is meat, chicken, and vegetable lodeh and other side dishes that he can choose at will.
She remembered the grandmother, the old woman had eaten what not. How will the reaction be if Fatimah brings this delicious food.
His hand reached for a rice spoon made of plastic, just two spoons alone he did not want to look greedy. For him there are those who need his energy to help a celebration like this is a blessing in itself.
Slowly he took the side dishes, chicken and meat a little. Plus enough sauce and sambel.
“I'm hungry too, we eat together ya” said the man behind Fatimah, the woman turned her head. As he expected, Hamid picked up a plate and spoon near Fatimah. The woman smiled, even with Hamid. Take a spoon and side dish, placed on top of the rice.
“we ate there” pointed it at the seat in the kitchen. Fatimah shook her head, Hamid looked at her confusedly.
“not nice to see your father and mother, if later other mothers see how” asked Fatimah, she did not want to get humiliation in this place. Hamid his schoolmate indeed, fatimah does not want people to have a bad view of his closeness to the man next to him,
“let's just say, later we talk lessons let them not think strange” Hamid hopes big in order to sit alone with Fatimah, an event that maybe he will never experience. The two of them looked at the woman closer.
No other choice, the woman obeyed the will of the host did not hurt.
“lho, he said not yet hungry” seductive mother made Hamid face red for holding the shame in front of Fatimah. Fatimah looked at Hamid in wonder, her net changed to look at Hamid's mother awkwardly. She is ashamed to see her closeness to Hamid, Fatimah does not want Hamid's mother to think a no-no to him.
“Sorry bi, I moved the place just” he said he wanted to stand with the plate still in his hand
“no need, accompany Hamid eat ya” Hamid's mother's answer makes the woman relieved. Now Fatimah is convinced that, the woman who gave birth to Hamid is different from most women in his environment.
Refocusing on the food, they were quietly busy with their respective thoughts
“yesterday lesson mr. Joko, you know not. Chemistry was difficult it turns out that” Fatimah was wide, she did not believe in her hearing. This guy could be bragging. Today, Joko was replaced by another teacher at his school. Fatimah almost opened her mouth to answer until finally she knew the reason Hamid said so.
Mothers who helped the event began to arrive and enter the kitchen. Take a plate for dinner like Fatimah.
Their gazes were unusual, some looked dislikeful, some were confused, and there was also a look of hatred for Fatimah. Hamid did not care, the man continued to speak, occasionally chiming in.
