Kamila (The Patience of Breaking Boundaries)

Marry Him

"Sir, this is Kamila's laundry money. Grandma held some, yeah. Some of them will be spent in the Bu Ani stall. Mila will buy rice and some kitchen necessities." Kamila handed over one hundred and fifty thousand to his grandmother. While the remaining one hundred and fifty thousand, will be taken to the stall to buy kitchen needs.

"Mila, honey, you just hold it all up, Nduk. Grandma doesn't need this money. Didn't you want to buy a new veil or new clothes?" Nek Sumi handed the money back to Kamila.

Because all this time, Kamila had never bought personal items for her. The clothes and veils worn by Kamila, were mostly given by their neighbors. And more often, Indri-mother Setya who gave a lot of clothes for Kamila. Not infrequently also, the game given by bu Indri, is a new game. Same with the veil. Kamila often politely refused to give Indri. Because Kamila felt bad already troublesome Ms. Indri. However, Ms. Indri still forced.

Madam loved Kamila very much. Although belonging to a rich family, Indri ma'am really wanted Kamila to be his son-in-law. Ms. Indri really hopes that Kamila will become the wife of her only child-Setya.

"Grandmother, Kamila already has a lot of clothes. Grandma knows for herself, Madam Indri often gives beautiful gamis to Kamila. Kamila actually felt really bad, Grandma. How, yes, if Miss Indri gives clothes to Mila again? If used, Mila can still accept, Grandma. But Ms. Indri, deliberately bought a new robe, veil, and socks on Mila." Kamila felt really bad for Indri. He did not want, Indri felt used by him.

"You know what else, Nduk. Madam Indri is a good person. It is impossible for us to hurt his heart by refusing his gift. What grandma saw, Indri ma'am very sincerely gave all that to you. He seems to love you very much." This time, it was the instinct of a grandmother raising Kamila that spoke.

"Halaaahhh, you do not know yourself. Fortunately, someone wants to give you old clothes. If not, it could be crazy you don't wear clothes, you know? Don't act like a rich man, you are. It's hard, yes it's hard. Don't be arrogant!" Grandpa Parmin was suddenly in front of Sumi's bedroom door, and immediately gushed Kamila with the usual scolding he threw.

"Do you have money? Here, just for me. You don't have to hold onto money." Parmin's grandfather, who saw the money in Kamila's hand, snatched the money.

The money that was going to be given to Sumi's grandmother, has now been seized by the Parmin cake. Luckily, half the rest of the money, Kamila had already saved. Otherwise, it would definitely be taken all by his cruel grandfather.

"Sir, that's for grandma" Kamila's lips trembled in fear of speaking to her grandfather.

"You are, for what she is. People can't even say about money. Just make me want to." Grandpa Parmin stared intently at Kamila.

"Yes already. Its alright. But, Cake, do not use for drunkenness and gambling, yes," Kamila said slowly to her Grandfather. He did not want his grandfather to go too deep into the pit of sin.

"Whatdidyou say? You want to lecture me? Are you trying to teach me? Ha's? How dare you do this, huh?" Grandpa Parmin looked very angry at the remark made by Kamila. His honor was disturbed by his grandson whom he hated so much.

Plaakkp.

Her palms were larger than Kamila's cheeks, making a red mark on the girl's cheeks.

"Astaghfirullah, Paakkk!" Nek Sumi yelled at her husband.

The heat on her cheek was certainly felt by Kamila. Sick? For sure. Kamila did not expect that the short sentence he had thrown, made the old man angry.

"Sorry, Cake. Kamila didn't mean to make Grandpa angry. Once again, Mila apologized, Kek, "please Kamila to her grandfather, while rubbing the right cheek that was hit by the hard slap of her grandfather.

"Eatya, so children do not disobey the parents. Don't be so smart about talking to me. You know what the consequences are." Parmin's grandfather then passes leaving Kamila and Sumi's grandmother.

Apparently, he came home, just wanted to take Kamila's money. Then go back to the gambling place in the village. Spending money. And when it's over, he comes back to ask Kamila. If not, then he was without pity, torturing his grandson.

"Patient, yes, Nduk. Grandma can't do anything." Nek Sumi kissed her grandson's weeping sweet potato as he hugged his grandmother's body which could only lie down.

After venting her sadness in the arms of the grandmother, Kamila moved, because the sound of adhan from the surau was heard. Kamila took ablution, and fulfilled his duty to the creator.

Finished performing the dzuhur prayer, and feeding nek Sumi, Kamila was getting ready to shop for kitchen needs to stall bu Itah, as he had planned earlier.

"Sir, Kamila to the stall for a bit, yeah. Grandma want to buy what snacks? There is sustenance." Kamila smiled faintly as she showed her money to her grandmother.

Yes, that's how Kamila is. The wounds that had not dried in his heart, due to the actions of Parmin's grandfather, did not make Kamila feel forlorn. Either because the heart has been forged for a long time, or also because Sumi's grandmother who became his encouragement.

"Kamila's gone, yeah, Grandma. Assalamualaikum." Kamila kissed Sumi's forehead, then went out of the house, and closed the door.

With eyes still puffy, because of crying earlier, and cheeks that are still visible as slaps, Kamila walked to the stall of Itah bu which is at the intersection of the road to get out of this village.

Sukaramai village, is the name of the village where Kamila lives. The inhabitants are quite a lot. However, the atmosphere is still very beautiful and well maintained. Rice fields and vegetable gardens owned by residents, also decorate the scenery on the outskirts of this village road. There are also some luxurious houses here. Including, Setya's parents' house.

Kamila walked down the village to the intersection. And again, Kamila met Setya while passing through the village hall where they were sitting this morning. Setya was chatting with his peers. The man appeared to be still wearing a cocoa shirt, and peci on his head. He had just returned from Surau.

The hall, it is often used as a gathering place for the villagers. Young people in this village, also often gather in the hall, to just chat, or play chess.

Kamila deliberately ignored Setya with the temple did not see him. But, of course Setya realized that Kamila was around him.

"Camila. Camilla. Wait," sure enough, Setya immediately called Kamila, and chased after Kamila who had walked quite far from the hall.

Kamila stopped hearing Setya's screams. Inevitably, he had to look towards Setya.

"When he had quietly passed by, he was still conscious. It also seemed like he was having a conversation," Kamila said as she turned her head towards Setya.

"You're this, passing by instead of my negur. It's like lightning just playing through. You're a bad guy." Setya pinched Kamila's nose until it was red. And when he saw Kamila's face, Setya realized something.

"Mil, that's your cheek, why? Your eyes are also swollen. You're crying?" Setya begins to interrogate Kamila.

"No, really. I was flickering." Kamila tries to hide everything from Setya, and does not want Setya to know of his suffering.

"Don't lie, Mila. Lookatme! That's your cheek red like a slap. Oh my, Mil." Setya raised Kamila's face with both hands placed on Kamila's cheeks. Until it was clear in his eyes, red marks on Kamila's cheeks.

"Your cruel grandfather must have done this, right, Kamila. I'm not going to let this happen again, to you," said Setya, with hardened jaws as she saw what happened to the woman she loved. Moreover, Setya knew that Parmin's grandfather was the one who often tortured Kamila.

"I'm fine, Setya. It's not hurting anymore. The former will soon be gone." Kamila tried to suppress the anger of Setya who had looked very furious at Kamila's grandfather.

Kamila's tears shed immediately upon seeing the care and sincerity of Setya's heart. Besides Sumi's grandmother, Setya was the one who always defended Kamila from her grandfather's rampage. Actually he did not want to show his sadness to Setya. However, the tears fell just like that.

Seeing Kamila's cry, Setya grew even more furious. She could not bear to see the woman she loved so much, after her mother, feel this pain. He wanted to take Kamila away from his vile grandfather.

"Kamila, marry me." Kamila's eyes widened upon hearing Setya's statement.

"I know, we're still young. But I'm old enough to be your priest, Kamila. I also work part-time in the city. God willing, I can live you, Kamila. We'll stay in town. Although it is not fancy, at least you are free from your cruel grandfather. Mom's dad would agree if I told you why I married you at this age." Setya tried to convince Kamila. And told her that at this time, she was already working part-time in the notary office of her father's cousin.

"But, Setya. Grandma." Kamila resigned to what Setya said. Because the girl was also at the point of tired of receiving the torment of her grandfather. But on the other hand, Kamila thought about the fate of her Grandmother.

"After marriage, we take Grandma to the city, stay with us," Setya said, wiping Kamila's tears, followed by a nod to the girl.

Setya then drove Kamila to Bu Itah's shop to shop. She was worried that if Kamila met her grandfather on the street, Kamila would be tortured again by the old man. After shopping, Setya also drove Kamila to the grounds of Kamila's house, and rushed home. Setya was already impatient to tell her intention to marry Kamila, to her mother and father.