Love Shielded Risue

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"Mommy, Papi. And everything that's here. Merry would like to thank you so much for your sincere love."

In silence, Merr began to speak of the virtues of her parents as well as her brothers. Give thanks and a lot of thanks to them. To the deep love of him. Make Mami give a warm kiss using the gesture of both hands.

"There's one thing I want to say. And this, it's been thought of in the last two years. It's just that, only now can Merr be sure to reveal it." Shut up for a moment, the girl began to tremble. "Mu–maybe this can be said. One very big thing. Which is capable of making you all dumbfounded."

Whispers began to be heard from the teenagers. Niece of Merr at the time.

The one who was held by Koh John, while raising one hand asked them to calm down. His eyes were on Merry.

"I ... a–will decide to..."

His words suddenly faltered, even though all was at the end of his tongue.

"To ... convert, and will choose Islam as my religion."

The deg...!

The room was silent. There is not a single sound. Other than a few who looked at each other, did not understand.

"Merry .. You don't have to do a joke like this." Mami seems to be holding her chest suddenly tight. Papi himself froze. I don't believe his hearing.

"Mommy, Merr is sorry. But this is no joke. This is a unanimous decision, which Merry has already taken."

Antoni who immediately stood up, also kicked the table nearby. His index finger pointed straight at his sister.

"What an empty omong is this...! Don't you dare do that, if you still want your name on our family record!!!" Sergey riled. His eyes stared intently at Merry who was now beginning to glaze over.

"Koh, this is Merry's decision. I'm an adult and have the right to choose my own path."

"You think when you're grown up so can you please? Hey– who has taken good care of you, also send you! this is your reply to Mami and Papi!!" The man approached Merry. Raising one hand was about to rebuke his sister.

Merry's eyes closed, ready to take a blow from her brother. Number three in the family.

"Antoni–" John held him down. Antoni's breath seemed to lower his hand again.

There Papi was still silent. His focus was on the wife, who was squeezing her left chest even more.

"Stop .. please stop everything. Stop that!" Mami exclaimed with her hoarse voice. He tried to get up, then walked a few steps after it collapsed. Unconscious.

The warmth of the family instantly turned into panic. They tried to help Mami first, taking her to the hospital.

While it appears Antoni immediately carrying his mother hurriedly out. On the other side.

Merry, who was also panicked, was about to follow but was restrained by Margaretha.

The number two child in the family pushed his body.

"Satisfied with what you've done!"

"Ce– forgive me," he replied in tears.

"I can no longer forgive you. If anything happens to Mommy." Margaret immediately ran out. The children were asked to stay home. While the others went to the hospital.

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It's been more than a month since Merry said he was going back to Bandung to celebrate his last Christmas. At the same time, say the steadiness of his heart to change faith in the big family.

Arshila looked worried. For a month, there was no news from Merry.

Hc .. tok ...

The reverie is a divorce. Soon she put on her hijab and walked out quickly.

"Bang Akhri!" he said after opening the door.

"Assalamualaik."

"Walaikumsalam warahmatullah." Arshila opened the door wider. "What's up, Bang?"

"Silver. Your laptop is in use, isn't it?"

Arshila. "No, why?"

"By borrow the charger, yeah. My brother no longer knows where. Forgetting to put it."

"May, get in here first." The girl came in first. Follow Akhri later.

The man sat on the sofa. Waiting for his cousin to pick up something he needs in his room.

Shortly after, the sound of the car was heard. He looked for a moment, looking at the glass.

The man rushed up, he chose to enter the middle room. Passing with Shila who just came down from the second floor.

"This, bang. Just put it on first. Shila doesn't need it yet."

"Thank you." Grabbing. Roll up the cable a little later. "Shil. In front is your friend. Samperin sana–"

"Yemen? Which temen?"

"They are Chinese, deh."

"Merry?" Shilla rushed out. Especially when the call of greeting and also the knock of the door is heard.

Akhri did not leave immediately, he chose to approach the middle door standing behind the wall. Because Arshila's question asked her condition.

"You're okay, right? What's up?"

Merry did not answer, but cried. The body was taken by the friend.

"Merr– what's wrong?" He asked back.

"I lost Mommy. I lost my family." The collapse had been his defense for the past few days. Along with his body that was shaking from crying.

Release any restrained fatigue after a few days of sleep deprivation. Resisting the weakness of the body that has not even been filled with food at all since morning.

A body full of wounds in the liver, after the ash sowing process two weeks ago. He added that he was forbidden to see Mami's body in the coffin before cremation.

Slowly he told me everything. What happened that night. As a result of what he revealed, it seems to have an impact on Mami's declining health.

Until he could not survive, after staying almost two weeks in an ICU room.

Arshila rubbed her back, calming the girl who was crying in her arms.

While Akhri who was still beside the door was pensive. Hugging Arshila's laptop charger.

I don't know what is being thought, but from his silence it is enough to describe that he is very concerned. He decided to go home through the side door.

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The days of Merr passed with a feeling of unworthiness. Sleep no longer good, eating no longer good.

Until the second month after the departure of the mother as if always brought him to the point of regret.

Merry wiped her tears. Trying to get rid of a moment, all his baffling. Because of the work that is piling up.

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At the end of this month, he came to Arshila's house. Because that night, his mother invited him to dinner. The gentle attention he got from the middle-aged woman wearing her long hijab.

"Eat a lot, yeah." Ms. Karimah put some rice cobs into Merry's plate.

"Geez, that's enough, ma'am. It's a lot."

"No papa. Let's eat a lot, just choose which side dish you want."

Merry smiling. "Thank you, Mom."

"Together." He sat back. While a big smile expands on the lips of Arshila who has started eating her food.

A few minutes after finishing eating. They were still sitting there, enjoying the fruit as dessert.

"Son, Merry. Actually, mom invited you. I have something to say."

Merry put the orange on the table. Listen to Karimah's mother's words carefully.

"First, about your desire to worship. Do you do that."

Nodding. "Stay so, Mom. Because my heart is still. After all, the family has told me whatever I do, they don't care." Merry answered gloomily. Until making Arshila's hand hold it tightly.

"Mom's sorry, with all this. Hope everything gets better soon."

"Yes, Mom. Aamiin's." Merry smiling. His heart was slightly filled with calmness. "So, can I worship?"

Ms. Karimah nodded slowly. "After isya later. Abah kyai Mukhlis said, you can do it right away."

Merry's eyes glazed over. He gave thanks in the murmur of his lips. Along with that, a smile from Arshila was given to the friend. They both hugged each other.