Give me back my happiness

Abian Introduction

Hania and Miss Mirna have just sent Efendi to his final resting place.

"Hania take her to the room, ma'am. I have to rest a lot. Don't let Mom get sick." Hania pushed her mother into the room.

"Sepy and empty in your father's dwelling, yes, Nduk. How we go about the day without your father." A single tear escaped on Miss Mirna's cheek. No exception also with Hania, the girl also lowered her head to hide the cry.

Losing Mr. Efendi is certainly a heavy blow for them. All this time their lives were peaceful and happy despite their shortcomings.

"Mom, sorrow does not make us forget the destiny of God. All of his will. We love you, but God is ready for the best place for you. We better pray a lot for father's peace."

"Astagfirullah hal'adzim. You are right, nduk, all is the destiny of God. Now all we can do is pray for your father."

Hania nodded, then hugged her mother. "Hopefully we're strong through this huh, ma'am."

~

Three days passed.

Mr. Haru has just left Bu Mirna's residence. The middle-aged man compensated a large sum, but Miss Mirna did not accept all of them. He only took enough for their needs. She did not want to take advantage of the loss of her late husband.

Even so, Mr. Haru promised himself that he would still help Ms. Mirna, because knowing how the life of Bu Mirna turned out to be very simple.

The next day, Mirna and Hania again complained about the fate of selling on the side of the road. The compensation money given by Mr. Haru yesterday has been used to pay off bank debt, then there is little left to increase business capital.

During the trading day they still have a lot left, Hania told her mother to pray first while she waited for their stall.

Hania sat propping up her chin, today it was quite quiet until she was not so busy.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma'am. Not selling intentions? Just daydream."

Hania was startled by the voice, then turned to the source of the voice. The look they meet.

"Still suck, right?"

"Ingett. Mas still has five thousand change here" said Hania.

The man laughed. "Ha ha .. inget aja, Ma'am." He took a seat across from Hania. "Three days in a row I'm here, but it's closed, '" she said.

"Yes, it's only selling today. Three days ago, my father died." I don't know why Hania suddenly told a story, but she was quite introverted towards people she didn't know.

"Innalillahi waina'illahi rajiun. I'm so sorry, yeah, Mommy."

Hania nodded, although it was clearly imprinted with sadness on her face, she tried to publish a smile.

"Okay, alhamdulillah afternoon dapet alms refreshing," said the young man. Which made Hania wrinkle both of her eyebrows. Not understand.

"That's it, smile, Ma'am, make a pretty heart."

Hania smiled and shook her head slowly. "What's the pesen?"

"Fine mix, ask for ten packs."

"A lot of it, Mom?" ask Hania. The girl opened the storefront and started counting the fry of the man's order.

"Yes. Today I got more sustenance. I want to share a little for the people I meet on the street."

Hania turned her head for a moment, "Alhamdulillah. May your sustenance be a blessing" he prayed.

"Amiin amiin ya robbal'allamin."

"There are still two packs to go, are you willing to wait?" ask Hania.

"No what. Today I am not in a hurry, can all wait for alms from Mbak again."

From where she stood, Hania did not turn her head at all, but her lips smiled faintly.

~

For the past week, the man has been a regular customer on the Hania court. Whether by chance or not, every trade of Hania is still a lot, the man always comes and buys the fried foods. The reason was for alms, and it was one week nearly four times that the man bought it all.

"Today's alms again in what order, Mas?"

"What, huh?" The man seemed to think. "Em .. in order to ask for sustenance."

"Request sustenance?" repeat Hania who does not understand.

"Begging for sustenance so that every day can get a smile from someone."

Deg ... Hania remained silent. Whatdoes thatmean?

"I'm already quite a customer. But until now do not know the name, Ma'am."

"That's a really good mode, huh?"

Hania shrugged her shoulders.

"I, Abian." Suddenly the man got up and held his right palm in front of Hania.

Hania looked for a moment and clenched both hands in front of her chest. "I, Hania."

His hand was unrequited, the man named Abian pulled his hand. "Sweet name," he said, " .. as sweet as anyone," he continued.

Hania smiled faintly. She is not a descendant of scholars, but the upbringing of her two religious parents made Hania grow into a girl sholehah. Both parents always advised that Hania is good at keeping marwah as a woman. In a sense it must be able to take care of itself.

"It's not wrong anymore" Abian said as he sat down.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

"It's not wrong to fight," Abian replied with a shady smile.

"Hi, Han ...," a cheerful greeting from a newly arrived woman.

"Oh God, Ge. This you?" pekik Hania was shocked. But his eyes showed happiness. They both hugged, followed by cipika cipiki to release the longing after three months did not meet.

"You healthy?"

The woman named Gea nodded enthusiastically. "I'm healthy. Sorry, Han. I just heard the disaster that befell your father. I'm so sorry."

Hania nodded. "Here, it's over. Me and Mom are trying to be sincere."

"Ge, you sit down first, I want to continue fried bakwan for a while. Not good to wait for."

Gea nodded. He circulates his gaze to find a seat, but is shocked by Abian's whereabouts.

"Sister Bian?"

Abian was indifferent to Gea's greeting.

"Abis met the same badboy?"

"Sister, he's brother."

Abian shrugs his shoulders. "Why is it sodara?"

"Not what, anyway. Your relationship isn't so close, huh."

"Mas, here's the order." Abian and Gea's conversation is interrupted by Hania's arrival. Abian stood up and reached into his pocket, then paid.

"Thank you, Han."

"I'm the one who's grateful, Mom."

Abian nodded. "Assalamualaik."

"Greetings hallaikum."

After no buyers, Hania immediately approached Gea, her best friend.

"You know Mas Abian, Ge?"

"She's my girlfriend."

"Oh. But isn't your boyfriend a Jakarta guy?" Hania knew because Gea had told her a story.

"Yes. There's also his sodas here, even his father's company branch is here too."

"Your boyfriend's the one, huh, Ge?"

"Not be anymore. But very much."

Hania got up to get a glass of water for Gea.

"Han, I'm really sorry I didn't come in the last time your father was buried."

"No what. I know you're busy, Ge."

"You and Mom are strong, Han." Gea rubbed Hania's shoulder.

"I'm trying hard, Ge. It's father's unexpected departure."