Last Ramadan for Nayla
The Suspicion of Umya Alif
At home, Alif seemed to be telling about his new friend who was none other than Nayla to his ashes.
"Bi, back then Alif came home from teaching Alif to meet with Nayla." Alif started telling stories
"Nayla?" the man frowned, having never heard the name.
"Nayla is a daughter who lives with Arman and his wife." Bu Fitri explained.
"Owh, whose son is he?" mr. Jufri asked again.
"Say the son of his aides who worked there first, now the woman is dead, so Nayla lives with them." Alif said.
"But bi,umi felt sorry when she saw Nayla," said Ms. Fitri.
"Why, why?"
"Kayak son not to take care of it."
"Ih, mumi can't say that, Nayla's love," said Alif did not accept with his ummah.
"Umi why are you talking like that?'' ask Mr. Jufri curious.
"The clothes he wears are no longer good, the hijab looks so close, you just feel sorry to see it, you fear Mr. Arman just as Amel's mom doesn't really take care of him." His wife gave an excuse.
"Not good bad to think of the same person, could he be more comfortable wearing clothes that we do not know." Mr. Jufri doesn't want his wife to think anything.
"Yes, the rabbi is right. Alif agrees with what Abi said," added Alif.
But Mrs Fitri remained in her position, she was still not convinced that Mr. Arman's family took care of Nayla well.
"Let's not know that Nayla's leg is next to her deformed."
"Disfucked?" mr. Jufri repeated his wife's words again, as if the man remembered something.
"Why is it so surprising bi?" ask Alif curious.
"No, no why abi only remembered about his third child Mr. Arman who said at that time died the day after being born." The man replied, Bu Fitri then said. "What does Abi Nayla think is their child.?"
"It is impossible, when you have died, you have to live again" replied Mr. Jufri.
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For days Nayla felt a great pain in her back, she did not even have appetite, her thin body was getting thin, the child was sick and had not been out of the room for two days,just drink water and sometimes take the leftovers in the kitchen to prop up his starving stomach. It was just white rice mixed with a little salt and soy sauce, suffered a true life, lived in the palace but the food was even more miserable than the beggars in the streets.
"Nayla where ya, tumben's a two-day boy is not visible at all." Tina asked her brother David, at that time they had just finished lunch and it happened that today there was no mother at home, because she was attending the wedding of her friend's son.
"Perhaps still sleeping in her room, we're disturbing yuk!!" take David.
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They stepped slowly and saw Nayla sitting under the floor on the edge of the bed, with a pale face and a shivering body.
"Why you?" ask Tina.
"Sister, Nayla can ask for drugs oles no, make ngobatin this wound, already very sick" pinta Nayla he only dare to ask her brother, even though they both do not care about her.
"Let me see!" Tina was actually curious at that time, what kind of punch papa to make his back hurt.
Nayla immediately turned her back to the two of them in order to easily see her injuries.
"Geez!" tina said, she covered her mouth with both hands, horrified to see the former whip on her sister's back.
"Well, you have to give the medicine immediately, it'll get worse." David said horrified.
"Ah, I just love the medicine!" tell Tina. He didn't want to help smearing the medicine on Nayla's back, the girl was actually disgusted.
"You, I don't want to!" they continued to argue until Nayla finally stopped their debate.
"I can polish it myself, but does the cure exist?" ask Nayla.
"Some, I'll take it first." Tina hurriedly went to her room to take the medicine.
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Nayla was treating her own injuries, no one wanted to help her, but the boy was also very grateful to his two brothers for giving her medicine
"Hopefully the pain can be a little less." Please Nayla in heart.
He didn't care at all, his parents never once asked him how he was, he had eaten or had not eaten, it didn't matter,Nayla knows her flaws are what makes her never loved by her family.
Later that night after Maghrib Nayla came out of her room, she was hungry but there was a sense of hesitation in her heart, and her mother and father would allow her to have dinner at that time. Yes, to eat too he was difficult, sometimes had to eat their leftovers and at times almost stale rice was forced to eat because there was no other food.
Nayla first looked at the food in the kitchen, it turned out that everything had been taken to the dining table, there was no leftover in the kitchen, finally the child went to the dining room to pick up food, he said,with great difficulty he walked because his staff was no longer there, already burned by his cruel papa.
"The lame one more time!" as Arman had hate on his face, his heart was like a rock, perhaps even more than a rock.
"Would you like some more rice?" asked Amel, the woman was still focused on the food in front of her.
"A little ma." Nayla.
"Take it!" ma'am Amel gave him a little rice, really a little, if you look at it it looks like only three mouthfuls directly out at the meal.
David and Tina were silent at the time, usually mocking Nayla the most. But somehow tonight their sharp mouth was locked tight.
Nayla starts thinking about finding her own money tomorrow, but in order not to be discovered she has to go through the back gate, if she already has her own money she doesn't have to piss her mother off every day to her, but she does,always ask them for food.
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