Last Ramadan for Nayla

New Friends

"Pa, David also wants to buy a new uniform like Tina." Whining David to his papa.

     "Yes, we'll go to the mall in the afternoon to buy all your school supplies." Answer mr. Arman.

    "But Dad, David's brother did not enter a new school, so in buying books alone do not need a new uniform or a new bag," Tina proposed.

  "If you have a new uniform, then I must also have a new uniform, fair fair!" david said reasoned.

    "Ah reason brother doang, base envious fellow!" tina said with a manyun lip.

   "Mama wants to come, too, can you?"ask the woman to her two children.

   "By dong" they answered compactly.

   "Everyone is brought with him, except one man, the limp!" teasing Tina while laughing.

    "Where maybe papa ngajak him, which there will even trouble us again, the way is like that, kayak snail!" added David.

Ms. Amel and Mr. Arman were talking about hearing the two children mocking his sister. Nayla herself didn't bully him, she didn't hear at all about her two sisters.

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A FEW YEARS AGO...

    "My son how's doc? She's healthy, right?" the woman asked excitedly, her face looking happy because the child who had been waiting for nine months was finally born safely into the world.

     "Alhamdulillah ma'am, her daughter is beautiful healthy again, but..." The doctor hesitated to say it.

     "But why doc?" the husband could not wait to see the baby, finally he immediately took the baby from the hands of the doctor.

Mr. Arman's heart was completely broken at that time, apparently their third child was born in a state of disability.

    "What should I do Doc?" amel's mom is crying, she's desperate.

    "Everything is predestined by God, the mother must be patient and sincere, however she is also the mother and father's son." The doctor tried to calm them down. But Mr. Arman is still Mr. Arman, he does not want to care for his disabled son, which he thinks will only embarrass his family.

It was Mr. Arman who told his wife to take the infant Nayla to the village, where her mother-in-law lived, and after that day Amel never again visited her mother in the village,never did she send money, not only did she become a bad mother, but she also became an unfilial child,the woman did not even go to her mother's funeral and to pick up Nayla, her driver was told.

                     

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Nayla is now alone in the big house, she does not know what to do, finally she came out secretly, it just so happens that her mother and her father are away with her two brothers.

   Almost a year here but he never came out despite just looking at the houses around him, because mama did not allow him to go out, let no one know that Nayla was their child.

Just out of fear that Nayla's imperfect physique is a disgrace to their family, so Mr. Arman and Ms. Amel decide not to recognize Nayla as his son, even as the citizens know, so the,their third child died after being born.

   "Hey you.!" Call a boy, when Nayla has just closed the gate of her house.

Nayla looked left right, no one else, just them there, how could the boy call her.

   "Yes you." Say the boy again, while nayla still looks confused.

     

"I.?" Nayla pointed to herself.

  "Is there anyone else besides you,?" the boy walked closer to Nayla, it seemed that the boy was the same age as him.

   "I'm Nayla, whose name are you?" nayla introduced her name.

    "Alif, my name is alif." They kept walking while chatting.

    "Your name is good, you must have just returned home?" guess Nayla.

    "Yes, that's really it. Oh yeah I saw you come out of Arman's house, you're Arman's son?" ask the boy in curiosity.

    "No, but I'm Arman's old servant's son."Nayla answered deliberately lying, so as not to make her mother embarrassed, that's what she thinks now.

    "My house is ahead there, stay yuk!" bring Alif.

    Nayla thought for a moment, then nodded, she was also bored at home constantly, what's more alone there were no friends.

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"So you live in Arman's house?" umi Alif asked.

"Yes, Nayla lives there umi." Answer Nayla.

"When has it been since? Um, how did you just see you?" alif was curious.

"Eight months more."

"Nayla is the son of Arman's maid who used to be mummy, because the maid is dead, so Nayla was invited to stay at Mr. Arman's house." Alif helped explain.

"Owh,umi doesn't know umi's sorry." Said Ms. Fitri, afraid to offend Nayla.

"It's okay umi," Nayla replied smiling, the child was very sweet as she smiled.

Bu Fitri began to pay attention to the clothes Nayla wore, it looks so shabby, did the family of Mr Arman never buy him clothes? And the veil he wore was also seen so close, mother Fitri began to think things through, but the woman hurriedly dismissed her dirty thoughts and refocused on the topic.

"Yes already back then, you chat first with Alif and do not forget to drink also the water, will not be fresh anymore" said the woman advised. Then go into his room, I don't know what he'll do.

"Alif, I went home first, yes, it was afternoon afraid of being in search of the same Amel and Mr. Arman, because I just came out not to say." Nayla said when she realized that it was afternoon, her parents must have gone home.

"Yes, will I anterin you guys?" tawar Alif's.

"No need, I'll go home by myself" refused Nayla.

"Son Nayla is coming home? Wait up! This is if there is something for you, it is still good that you can use, it is taken!" said bu Fitri while thrusting a plastic bag containing clothes in it.

"Well for Nayla,umi?" asked Nayla to make sure, her eyes sparkling look very happy, the name is also children, it must be happy if the gift is given.

"Yes, make you." Imi replied that she was happy to see Nayla happy, why she was so sorry for Nayla, even though the girl had only met her today.

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"Where have you come from.?" Ask Amel cold.

"Nayla get out for a minute ma." Nayla answered honestly, but she did not say that she had just returned from Alif's house.

"What's in your hand?" now it's Arman's turn to ask.

Now that Nayla's hands were shaking, she was more afraid to see the anger in her father's eyes than her mother.

"This is a dress that Fitri pa gave." Answer Nayla honestly.

"You want to embarrass us, huh?" snapped Mr. Arman.

"You're saying no that you're our son?" ask the man."

"No!" Nayla hurriedly answered him.

"Who are you then?" ask Amel's mom.

"Nayla says that Nayla is Arman's servant's son and Amel's mother, Nayla says so." Nayla was getting scared.

"Stupid kid! You fucking kid! This time you really must be taught a lesson, let you be clawed." Mr. Arman immediately pulled Nayla's hand until her wand fell, and Arman took Nayla's wooden stick and burned it outside, in the backyard.

Nayla could not do anything, she was still small her strength was certainly not comparable to an adult.

He looked at his mother who only noticed his father's behavior, without reprimanding him. Not long after that Mr. Arman returned with a belt in his hand about to hit Nayla.

Nayla thrashed to be released by her papa.

"Nayla is sorry pa, Nayla promises not to repeat it again," said the girl begged her to be very afraid when she saw the object had been swing by her father, will beat him.

"Mama! Please help me go!" Nayla was so scared that she even called her mother who did not care.

Mr. Arman immediately hit his son's body, three times the punch had made the child helpless, not to get there, Pak Arman then took Nayla to the bathroom and flushed his body with water, he said,nayla is almost out of breath.

Nayla said nothing, the child was silent, wanting to cry but still holding her back she did not dare to cry there.

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