Love Shielded Risue

enjoying a new status

Dusk rolling. The days are passing. Change the week and month. Maryam has started to manage her life well.

However, the wound is still painful. But it is not good to be too lamenting a farewell. His life must go on. As difficult as any obstacle, as hard as the onslaught of the test ahead. Will not dampen his steps to continue to survive well.

Although sometimes faith goes up and down, tired also sometimes wrestle the soul. It makes him feel hopeless often.

But back, he should be able to continue to survive. This is the story of a woman whose status has been turned into a widow.

A bitter smile sometimes adorns her beautiful face. As if amused by that nickname. But how else, that's the status now.

Maryam is now more busy with attending literacy seminars, visiting science assemblies, also the middle she often goes to is an orphanage foundation.

"Ummi's coming! Ummi's coming!!" Excited one of the children who followed several others. Jumping for joy as a matic scooter stops in the courtyard. Straight away, some ran to swarm the familiar women called them with the greeting of beautiful Ummi.

"Assalamualaikum, everyone." Friendly Maryam greeted, while getting off her two-wheeled vehicle. Shake their hands one by one. Although scrambling, but that's where the happy place.

"Ummi, what's the matter?" Ask one of the five-year-old boys.

"Guess what, bring what?" Mary smiled at jail.

"Food huh, Ummi?" A fat boy immediately answered. Maryam also chuckled.

"One hundred for zafran."

"Yeahaaayyy!!!" Everyone cheering. Meanwhile, a housekeeper mother lowered her round glasses slightly.

"Maryam–" call him soft. Making Maryam's view switch.

"Assalamualaikum, Ummi." Mary kissed the woman's hand.

"Walaikumsalam, where are you from? Long time no here, last time it was three months ago."

Maryam smiled wryly, indeed during that time she was busy taking care of the divorce also arranged the heart after the divorce.

"Much business, Ummi. So it's a little long."

"Oh, yeah. Go in yuk first. Let this be taken care of by Mr. Yadi," he asked who was answered with a nod of his head.

Some lunch boxes containing chicken flour with rice then distributed by Mr. Yadi fairly. The children happily brought him the box they had gotten. Spread to the corners of the foundation house. Some are in groups, some are alone, the point is they are happy. Get the food they often see in television commercials.

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The middle-aged woman we call the Ummi Suci. Give a cup of warm tea to Maryam.

"Tumben came on a motorcycle, alone again. Usually the same Ustadz."

Mary smiled faintly. "Honestly, Merr is no longer with Ustadz."

"meaning?" The woman's forehead is wrinkled.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi roji. Why, Son? Know Ummi you're okay."

"A lot of things, which is actually not okay. But no papa, everything may have been my destiny with him. Stupid just got here."

Ummi Suci grabbed Maryam's white and smooth hand. Indeed the smile still adorned, but his sad gaze seemed to still be there.

"Patience, hopefully you can get a replacement soon. Do not be constantly lamented."

Maryam chuckles. "inshaAllah, Ummi." Silence for a moment, along with the sacred Ummi hand that patted softly the back of Maryam's hand. Calm the woman down, worried she'll cry again. But no, Maryam is strong. He won't cry over Akhri again like the previous Sunday.

There the conversation continues. Before Maryam came back to play with the kids. Read fairy tales with their logic that sometimes make children laugh. After that, play a traditional game.

Tired of playing, Maryam rested for a while before saying goodbye. Because time has begun to twilight.

"inshaAllah, Maryam will be here more often."

"Thank you for your concern, son. Although not with Ustadz but I am grateful. You're still willing to go to Alm's foundation. KH. Abdul Aziz."

Maryam nodded. "They've considered Merr a child, so sometimes Merr kangen." Chuckles merrily. Since it was true, after meeting today his heart seemed to be back in color.

Maryam grabbed the hand of Ummi Suci, kissed him and then hugged the closed one by sticking their two cheeks together in turn.

Maryam's motor began to drive away. Leaving those who really still want to be with Ummi beautiful. But how else, Maryam must divide her time well. Because after the Maghrib later He had to start tweeting the revision of his novel which was planned to be published as a book.

A few minutes later, from Merr. A car comes in. Making the smile of Ummi Suci back.

"MashaAllah, good day. Just came by a kind woman. Now Habib Uthman's wife is coming." The holy Ummi greeted the woman with joy. Along with three of his children who were present.

"MashaAllah.

"Yes my... The Holy Mother could." Isti laughed, while returning his embrace. After that Ummi Suci turned his eyes to the three children of Isti. Farah, Hafiz, and Bilal.

More focused his gaze on the tall man who kissed the back of his hand with reverence.

"MashaAllah, really looks like the deceased. Tall and handsome, O God. Last time I saw you was a kid."

Isti chuckles. "My oldest son just came home from Tarim a few weeks ago."

"Oh, huh? MashaAllah... has graduated, huh?"

"Alhamdulillah, it is Ummi" replied Bilal politely.

Ummi holy head bobble. "It seems to be following in Abinya's footsteps."

"Aamiin, hopefully. Because Alhamdulillah began to be asked to lead sholawat," replied Isti with a smile.

"MashaAllah, may you continue to do well, Sayyid." Ummi holy patted the back of the man before him, who nodded as he muttered Aamiin. Ummi Suci then let them all come in. Talk for a while before entering the prayer time Magrib. Because there was Bilal there, the housekeeper's mother also asked him to become the priest of their prayers. In one of the musholla that is not too big but not small too, in the orphanage.