Life is a Fight

Coffee Pain Relievers

Abizar really pleaded with Umi's blessing to be allowed to take a side job during Ramadan. With a heavy heart the mother also allowed after the two argued until tears broke down.

"Don't be forced, son, if it's not strong it's not papa don't continue," said Umi after wiping her tears.

"Yes Umiku dear," he replied with a confident smile.

Restu has been obtained, the job application letter has also been entrusted by the younger brother of a coworker who provides job vacancies.

Three days passed, that afternoon as Izar prepared to return home from school he got a short message to come for an interview session at the factory.

Before returning home, he immediately allowed his coworkers not to enter tomorrow.

Along the way home Izar imagines whether he might be able to live it. He continued to ask in his heart, today his body feels very tired from work since morning in a state of fasting. The faces of his two younger siblings returned to his mind, as Izar's spirit peaked. Tiredness in his body is no longer ignored for the happiness of Umi and her two sisters.

Arriving at home, he immediately took a bath and canceled the fast after azan magrib reverberated. After the congregation he immediately ate with Umi and his two younger siblings continued with congregational tarawih prayers at the mosque which was quite far from his home. Izar's activities feel so crowded every day.

The day changed, Izar actually went through two jobs in one day. During Ramadan this can only be counted fingers he together by his family.

"Nothing, the important thing can all be fulfilled," inner Izar while eating sahur in the early morning factory.

Time kept changing, Izar was really fighting for his family. Morning to morning, time to work. His sleep time was no longer regular. Again for the sake of the three women he loved so much, Umi and his two younger siblings.

That afternoon Izar again saw a man pick up his daughter at the school where Izar was making his living. He is the man who has changed his life as it is today, a man he calls Abi is laughing happily with his stepdaughter while his three biological children are completely ignored.

"Astagfirullah," Izar's inner voice immediately shifted his gaze.

Izar continued his work, the Eid al-Fitr holiday was in sight, Izar's work spirit did not fade in the slightest, although tired so felt in his body, he was so comfortable doing it.

Syafira also looked at her brother who was working from the front of his class on the second floor. He rarely met his brother. Izar just stopped by his rented house to sleep for a while waiting for the break and returned to work after Isya. And so on until today has passed.

"May your fatigue be a blessing Mas," murmured Syafira as she looked at her brother's back.

The day keeps changing, the time has come. Echoes of takbir rippled from all directions. Izar is already off from his workplace. Umi, Syafira and Syakilla seemed so happy to see Izar since morning at home.

"Thank you very much Mas, for Mas Izar's struggle for the sake of Umi and his sisters," said Umi rubbed his son's head.

"Izar will do anything for the happiness of our family Mi," he replied with a kiss.

"Umi only has you guys, Umi no longer has anyone here."

"We are always here Mi, for Umi," replied Syafira by hugging Uminya.

The echoes of takbir this morning sound so beautiful, Izar smiled proudly to see his three favorite women wearing new clothes from the results of his hard work so far. The tiredness that was still felt in his body instantly vanished seeing a happy smile from them.

Umi did not stop peeling kebanggaannga's son's forehead. God really made the son he had so spoiled all this time as a cure for all the pain he felt, including the two beautiful daughters who accompanied his days.

Although this year's feast day they celebrate so simply and without the presence of Abi.

"Thank you Izar, we didn't really lose the figure of Abi because Mas had replaced it for us" Syafira and Syakilla said simultaneously while peeping both cheeks.

Umi smiled even though her heart was heartbroken to watch her beloved son work hard to meet the needs of the family.

"Somoga one day Abi you see how sholih-sholihahnya these children," Umi's mind while looking at her three children embrace each other after performing the eid prayer this morning.

***

"Mas Izar, I'm sorry Killa likes Mas's nuisance" he said, kissing his older brother's hand.

"The leaflet's over still apologizing, Dek. I'm sorry, "he replied gently as he stroked his youngest sister's long hair.

"Killa doesn't know what if there's no Mas Izar,"

"Yes, don't let Umi be horrified. It will be sad" he said in a whisper.

Killa nodded while leaning her head on the lap of the older brother. The little girl was indeed so spoiled to Izar.

"Killa spoiled very much the same Mas Izar," said Fira who had been sitting in front of the house.

"Fira can be spoiled too Mas, here." Izar grabbed the brother's hand to be in his arms as well.

"Mas Izar tomorrow work at the factory again?" asked Fira when she had taken a position on Izar's lap side by side with her youngest sister.

"No Dek, the contract is over. It's only been a month" Izar replied with a smile.

Umi walked closer to her three children. He sat down near Izar.

"This is beautiful Umi kok on spoiled at all Mas Izar,"

"Kangen Mi, a month never deket same Mas," said Fira.

"Yes, Mas Izar is rarely at home" Killa chimed in.

"I'm sorry, baby, can't always be there for you like Mas promised before" he said, wiping his two younger siblings' eyebrows together.

"Work is for us too, Fek." Umi advised her two daughters.

"Yes Mi," answered the two compactly.

"Mas Izar tomorrow morning is already working huh Nang?" tanya Umi looked at her son.

"Yes Umi."

"Lo Mas, the school entrance is still the day after tomorrow" protested Fira.

"It's Fira who goes to school, tomorrow morning the school is in clean first while preparing a place to take a report," Izar explained to Fira.

"Dek Killa took the report at what time, dear?" ask Umi to her youngest daughter.

"Siang Mi at 10," he replied, not moving from the lap of the brother.

"Means Umi can take the report first Mbak Fira," said Umi in welcome cry of her two children.

"Don't" said Fira and Izar together.

"Kok no, Umi would also want to know how Umi's daughter if at school."

"Let's let Izar tell me Mi, Umi to Dek Killa school just let Izar take the report Fira. Kan Izar has also been at Fira's school since morning."

"You're afraid that Umi will meet Abi, son," asked Umi.

"Umi miss Abi?" ask Fira back.

"Kok so discuss kangen this is Umi's son."

"Fira does not want Umi to meet Abi, Umi will be sad," Pinta Fira.

"Occasionally Ma'am, Umi often met Abi at the grocery store again with his wife shopping," replied Umi before his three children.

"How much do Umi want?" asked Izar with a shocked expression.

"Where is it, no how is it Mas," explained Umi while continuing to smile.

"Umi must be sad, right?" ask Killa.

"No Honey. Umi already Ihklas, maybe Umi's soul mate with Abi just up here aja," replied Umi although in her heart feels tight in the chest.

"That means Fira wants to have a new Abi dong Mi," he teased Umi.

"Huus, ngaco ah." Umin Protest

That night the laughter felt crispy once heard from the simple house in the corner of the alley that is still quiet because the other residents are still many who vacation in his hometown.

The morning greeted, the sound of Izar's cell phone alarm went off at the same time as the sound of azan in the mosque was faintly heard from his home. As usual they immediately woke up and performed the dawn prayer.

"In the morning Mas Izar continued to sound, Mas has a girlfriend huh?" babble Sapphira while folding mukena.

"Well yes, please get me the phone of Dek Killa" said Izar because Killa was near the table.

Killa immediately went to get her sister's phone and gave it to Izar.

"Mas Izar if deket same girls be careful lo Mas, do not make toys people's children. Do not get hurt in his heart," Umi advised while processing cooking ingredients.

"Ready Umiku dear."

"Which person is Umi's son-in-law?" umi said continue to tease.

"Ah Umi, Fira was just kidding. This is lo from her class group Syakilla," Izar said as he gave his youngest sister a mobile phone.

"Kirain Umi wants another daughter."

"Yes tomorrow if it's time."

"Mas Izar do not marry first, later Fira does not feel good if you want to spoiled the same Mas Izar."

"The Fira Mbak section is already big, can not be spoiled," said Umi.

Fira just smiled at Uminya's advice.

"Mi, take the rapot early in the morning does not become noon" Killa said after reading her class group information.

"Oh yasudah later Umi ready after cooking," said Umi turned her daughter.

"Mas Izar will take the morning report what afternoon?" ask Fira.

"Later see the situation and conditions" he replied.

"Didn't there have been any meetings in the hall before?" Umi asked back.

"Yes Mi,"

"Means Miss Fira later in the hall alone dong,"

"No papa Mi, Fira is not afraid of many people because of this," Fira replied with a laugh.

The girl strengthened herself. Honestly, he wanted to be like his other friends. They were accompanied by his parents while Fira, he could not bear Umi came to school but Izar was also busy with his work.

Izar left an hour before Umi and her sisters left, arriving at the school the man was immediately busy preparing the hall for today's meeting. As in previous years, there was always an appreciation for ranking in the top three in each grade level. Syafira is still doing the same thing to become the defending champion like last year.

The waiting time has arrived. Izar was busy along with the guardians who started arriving. When he saw his father's car he accidentally left the entrance and asked his friend to replace him to clean up the garbage near there. There was really no strength for Izar to witness a man he called Abi with his new family. Izar's body is strong but his heart is so weak that he is not as strong as his sister Syafira when it comes to his father.

Greetings began to be heard from the hall, Izar continued to help prepare food snacks while the other friends were in charge of distributing in the hall.

After preparing a snack, he again took a broom and cleaned the school yard. The hot weather was so stinging but it was no reason for Izar not to clear his work.

While Syafira in the hall struggled to hold back all the flavors that there saw the harmony of hundreds of friends with his family while he just sat alone unaccompanied.

Looks like Fira's prayer has really come true, he is still believed to be the champion of defense for this semester. The unrelenting gratitude he expressed in his heart. With enthusiasm he walked to the stage even though again he was not accompanied by his parents.

"Fira's Companion?" ask the host who made hundreds of pairs of eyes looking for someone who might catch up with the girl on stage.

Fira shook her head but smiled. This time his homeroom teacher immediately stood up, walking towards the stage approaching the outstanding student.

After congratulating, the teacher immediately asked one of the other teachers to call Izar, while waiting for him to congratulate and raise the spirit of other students to follow in the footsteps of Syafira's achievements.

"Izzar, sent to the hall," said his friend who was both janitors.

"What's wrong?"

"No idea, just there," he replied while asking for a broom held by Izar.

As quickly as Izar could walk into the hall, he did not know why he was being called to that place. The closer he saw Syafira on stage with two friends and his guardian. He seems to know what he means to be called there, but he is embarrassed to be on stage wearing the school's typical janitor uniform.

Seeing the arrival of Izar, the homeroom teacher Syafira immediately called out.

"Mr Fira's brother, please go on stage," the teacher made a pair of eyes on Izar.

The man walked slowly past the several guardian disciples in the hall. Arriving on stage, Fira immediately grabbed the brother's hand to kiss him, a kiss landed on Fira's forehead as Fira shook hands with her brother.

They were amazed to see the scene on stage. The young man in a janitorial uniform was able to make hundreds of people wonder in their hearts.

After giving trophies to each champion, they took pictures together and asked Fira to give a speech.

Fira was silent for a moment, looking at the older brother who looked awkward on stage. He grabbed her brother's hand in his hand.

The words of thanks to God and his teachers have been conveyed, continuing with the word of love for Umi and her brother did not forget he slipped a prayer for them.

"Many rumors that Fira often heard but never the slightest shame in the heart of Fira even though Fira's brother worked at this school, maybe Father Mother, especially friends, are all familiar with the uniforms worn by Mas Izar, and Fira is proud because Fira is currently here not separated from his struggle. Thank you so much, "he said, kissing her brother's hand again.

Applause began to sound crowded in the hall. A sense of haru raged in the hearts of all those present in the hall, not a few to spill their tears. There was an expressionless look on his face among the audience. He was the father of the brothers on stage. He who he called Abi was watching the achievements of his beautiful daughter and a male figure was carrying a heavy mandate that should be his responsibility.

Fira got off the stage and followed her brother behind her. Izar's co-workers were so proud to witness Fira's success, the girl was so proud. Some friends who had talked about Fira because of her brother's profession also seemed to regret hearing Syafira's speech earlier.

Along with the completion of the distribution of gifts, even the pickle has been closed. All students and their guardians are requested to go to their respective classrooms to receive a report. Fira was still walking slowly by holding her brother's hand. Some teachers congratulated him.

Bella and her parents walked towards them. His father and mother had an argument. For a moment, Bella walked faster with her mother while her father slowed down in the back.

"Fira," cried Umi in front of the hall door.

"Congratulations, Umi ... Killa," muttered Fira was shocked as well as Izar.

Umi immediately approached her daughter who was holding a trophy.

"Umi expected Fira to be a champion" he said as he hugged the kiss of the beautiful girl.

"Dek Killa won the championship too?" tanya Izar saw Syakilla carrying a trophy.

"Yes this is Mas, that was Dek Killa poetry reading competition. Yesterday did not say the same to us," said Umi still smiling proudly.

Now Killa was already in Izar's arms while Fira was still hugging Uminya, as if indifferent to the dozens of pairs of eyes staring at them, that happiness really emanated from the face of Izar along with Umi and her sisters.

The father who had just witnessed from a distance his heart was touched. They rise despite being hurt. He wanted to say hello but he was embarrassed. A moment passed, he approached Fira and the family who were still standing near the hall.

"Fira... Killa," he called to surprise everyone.

"A... Abi," said Fira.

"Congratulations, son," he reached out.

Fira did not immediately welcome, his gaze glared far away. There was hatred in the corner of his heart but on the other side he missed the figure before him.

Umi immediately nudged the arm of her beautiful daughter gave a code to welcome the helping hand of Abinya.

"Thank you Bi," he replied, kissing the hand followed by Izar and Killa who also kissed Abinya's hand after being coded by Umi.

"Dek Killa is also a champion?" he said quietly which greeted the smile of his youngest daughter.

Umi smiled proudly despite the great vibe in her heart. The man he loved so much, the man he respected for decades ago made a promise of loyalty to him but he also broke his heart.

"Pamit and Abi, son. Fear has been waiting to take the report," said Umi somehow aimed at his son which.

Umi wanted to leave in front of the man.

Accompanied by Syakilla, Fira sat on the porch of her class with several other friends waiting for parents who were taking a report in class. His heart was pounding, Abi and his new wife were there. He is afraid that Umi's heart is hurt but Umi always forces even his presence at Fira's school today unexpectedly by him.

"Why can you get Umi here Dek?" said Fira to the sister who since morning with Umi.

"Killa has banned Mbak, but Umi maksa," he replied did not want to be blamed.

"May Umi not be sad again after this."

"Yes Ma'am" Killa responded to her brother's remarks.

The hearts of the two girls were completely unsettled, the man she called Abi was accompanying the other woman inside. While Umi was alone, Izar had offered to accompany her but Umi refused.

In a different place the two girls looked at Izar who was tidying up the hall, seeing him and some of his friends folding chairs and then lifting them towards the warehouse located behind the hall.

His heart looked at his brother working hard while he just sat on the porch of the class.

"Kasian Mas Izar ya Mbak," said Killa who had glazed saw the brother lifting three to four piles of folding chairs at once in front of him.

"Yes, Deck. If only we could ease Mas Izar's burden,"

"Surely look at you, ma'am."

"That's why Abi was unknocked to see Mas Izar working so," he replied in anger.

Umi and her two daughters left school after taking the learning results belonging to Syafira, until at home Umi much silent. Guess what happened to Umi.

"Mi, Fira has said that Umi does not need to go to Fira's school," he said while hugging Uminya.

"Umi's not papa Nak," she answered, grabbing her pretty daughter's arms.

"Umi don't have to lie, Umi is sad to see Abi. Killa had asked Umi not to go to Fira's school," Killa also judged her.

"No papa dear, Umi is fine," he replied with a smile.

When the mouth is able to speak lies but the heart is unable to lie, the look on his face is so visible there is a wound in the bottom of his heart.

Izar went home as usual, as dusk began to show. Umi smiled fakely in front of her son.

Not much has changed, they are doing things as usual. Bathing, prayer magrib congregation, dinner at the next congregation isya.

After tidying her face and folding the prayer mat, as usual Umi invites her daughter's son to sit together. This time they chose the terrace to relax considering the two beautiful girls entered the school holiday so as to replace the obligation to study at night as usual with free time as they wanted.

"The air is good Mi, breezy," said Izar enjoying the night breeze outside the house.

"Yes Mas, in a very sultry," replied Uminya.

"Ciee ... who just became a champion, Mas Izar added his work spirit," said Izar while rubbing the hijab of his two younger siblings.

"Well, wasn't it tired of lifting the rich chair this afternoon, was it heavy" asked Killa, looking into her eyes.

"The apples are gone see you guys bring the cup home" Izar said with a smile.

"Mbak Fira who is often a champion, Killa is only occasionally. It may be a coincidence, too" said Killa praising her brother.

"That's not so, you are champions in Umi's heart," said Umi encouraging his youngest daughter.

"Fira really nanya, Mas must be very tired today," said Fira saw the activities at his school make the brother become super busy.

"Yes yesterday" he replied with a smile.

"Ju yuk, Umi pijitin. Her shoulders are red-red like this," Umi said as she pulled a little of her son's collar.

"Later Mi, it's still afternoon here first" replied the boy.

Umi just smiled, proud to see her son so responsible as the only man in the family.

Killa walked up to the older brother, as she usually struggled spoiled with Izar, the older sister repeatedly hugged the youngest kiss along with Fira who was so spoiled for Uminya.

"Fira, Mas Izar asked for help Darling" he said as his sister kissed Uminya's cheek.

"What's up, Mom?"

"Please make some coffee, Dek," she asked her sister.

For a moment, Fira immediately moved from her seat to enter the house making a glass of coffee for her brother.

"With work entered the night of Ramadan yesterday, Mas Izar became addicted to coffee," Umi told his son.

"Yes, Mi. That's fine," he answered, looking at his mother.

"It's very similar to Abi," said Umi accidentally likened to her ex-husband.

Izar flinched, but hurriedly he chattered.

"Yes how Mi, Izar Umi's son with Abi right?" he answered while joking.

"Yaiyalah, Mas Izar his son Abi with Umi," he replied as he pulled his son's nose.

"What is this, I'm talking about Abi" Fira said, giving her brother a cup of hot coffee.

"Your mother is lo Mbak, very similar to Abi. Like to drink coffee," said Umi who was greeted by a face of displeased by Fira.

"Yes, son. Uh no, we're Umi's son, '" Syafira protested.

"Yes Abi's son is also Ma'am."

"Fira barely remembers," she chanted startlingly.

Of the three sons of Umi's daughter, it is only Fira who is always cold to respond to chatter about Abinya, understandably he is the one who most often witnessed the love of lekaki to the child he continued.

"Here son, just kissed Abi's hand this afternoon. He's your parents anyway."

"That's Umi the max," protested Fira.

"Where maksa, Umi just nenggenggol his hand Fira. Umi's silent isn't she talking about anything?" tanyanya tempt.

"Umi's eyes are talking," he replied.

"Wiiiih. Bener Dek Killa earlier, Mbak Fira is the smartest. Until he knows that eyes can talk, Mas same brother knows eyes to see right?" said Umi who was greeted with laughter by Abizar and Syakilla.

Fira was a manyun then released his embrace Uminya.

"Why can you be so loud, Umi is sad right?" babble Killa.

"Umi's lying, huh Dek?" the word Umi justifies.

"That means Umi still loves Abi?" Izar asked while enjoying his sister's coffee.

"The coffee is bitter if not sugar?" tanya Umi suddenly switched the conversation.

"Umi cheated, not answered," Fira still judged Uminya.

"Mas Izar answer first, then replace Umi who answers."

"Yes bitter is Mi, hence the love of sugar. But most of this is the sugar Deck," said Izar answered Umi's questions as well as commenting on his sister.

"Enak Mas?" Umi asked back.

"Yes delicious, but less sloppy."

"Well, Umi's favorite children. That's how life is, not always sweet as sugar there are times when it is also bitter like coffee. Therefore the two are combined to feel delicious in the walk. Everything should be treated accordingly. To love properly, to hate properly. Cause what? All of this is just a gift from God. Something excessive is not good. For example, the coffee Mas Izar earlier, although the sugar antidote bitter taste anyway not as good as if the composition is right? The essence of Umi's answer, no matter how bitter our lives must be lived. Forgiveness becomes the sugar antidote to the pain of the heart we feel today. The best way to reduce pain in the heart is to make peace with the circumstances. That way we'll be lighter in life, you know, son?" asked Umi while rubbing her daughter's son's head.

Syafira and Syakilla smiled, while Izar stared intently at the eyes of his beloved woman.

"Thank you for this amazing science, Mi" he said, kissing Uminya's hand.

It was Umi who always put aside all the feelings in her heart. Although she did not want to remember her ex-husband, she always reminded her daughter about the figure of a man they called Abi. As bad as he was as their parents.