Married Berondong Saleh

Chapter 147

"O. so this is what makes a Bagus Kahfi Kusuma Mukhtar want to sleep alone with a smile," ledek Kaffah his shoulder nudged Kahfi's shoulder, Kahfi, in order to lead to Icha who just came to follow the provision of assistance to the earthquake site, because previously in the committee group was already nervous if Icha could not follow the activities.

Kahfi was silent without reaction. His eyes were focused on looking at Icha, his hands then gushed to help Icha take the item he was about to use his right hand.

"Thank you" Icha said, letting Kahfi carry her bag into the micro bus trunk.

"Kids, let's go in" a teacher told everyone to get on the bus.

Providing direct assistance from Merdeka Berbudi High School involves representatives of teachers, TUs, students, and vice principals.

The journey from school to the point of location takes up to 3 hours and 30 minutes. Departure starts at 5:30, until the exact location at 08:00.

They went straight to the point of evacuation. Activities at the location are still busy breakfast distribution.

One of the disaster management coordinators said that the distribution of breakfast was late for up to an hour because of the lack of a volunteer team in the kitchen, also because the water supply was not maximized to the location.

The aid brought by Merdeka Berbudi High School was divided after the refugees had breakfast.

The division is based on data obtained from local RT so that the distribution is equitable and fair.

After finishing at the first location point, they moved to another evacuation point.

The second evacuation location is worse than the previous location.

The refugees stand independently from local villagers. Many toddlers are also elderly. There are 4 tents, for one tent on average contains 20 people.

The existing tent also looks like a makeshift tent.

Back SMA Merdeka Berbudi distributed donations of vital needs as well as clothing worth wearing.

The stock of clean water in this refugee camp is also fairly lacking. There is running water but the distance is quite far, they have to pass through a fairly slippery road. In these three days, the new disaster management sent one-time stocks of clean water.

Since it was noon, they from Merdeka Berbudi High School helped prepare lunch for refugees.

"Let's go get some water, sir," Icha pinta.

"Don't Neng, the place is far away. Slippery and rather steep," replied a gentleman who would take clean water.

"You just slice the food, we come with you to get water" said Kaffah.

"Come, but be careful, yes" the father agreed to Kaffah's request.

They walk, Kahfi also goes with his brother.

The road is quite slippery, even several times, both Kaffah and Kahfi will slip. Fortunately, they can maintain the balance of the body.

Icha stared at the melas as Kahfi came carrying one regent of water containing about 19 ml.

His breathing sounded dull, sweat wetting the face and body.

Icha gasgas open a reservoir of clean water, so that the water is put into the container.

"Review, don't get close, '" said Kahfi.

"I'm sorry, I was wudu" he added.

"Oh, yes," replied Icha.

After putting water. Kahfi and Kaffah chose to pray for pilgrims held by residents.

"You're not praying?" bring Kahfi.

"I'm in a hitch" replied Icha.

The place of prayer is quite simple, which is a tent that is also made by residents.

Among those who were praying, there were also those who were preparing lunch. Including Icha, was wrapping rice and side dishes for lunch.

However, the eyes of Icha can not be separated just from Kahfi who is praying.

'O Lord, may my soul mate be the one who can guide to always remember You, ' the inner Icha monologue, and from the bottom of the heart the soul mate in question is a Kahfi figure.

Icha's lips kept smiling imagining what she had asked the Creator to come true.

'No!' reject Icha, and she pulls that smile off her face.

'What the hell are you rambling on Cha! Remember that! Remember that! Focus on learning! No words of love or love! Focus on learning to achieve goals! Happy people who have been meritorious in your life! Their happiness is your life goal Cha!' connect Icha against what is in his own mind.

Finished their prayers for lunch at the shelter.

There are only two Merdeka Berbudi High School refugee camps visited. This is due to the limited number of items they donate.

Not just making donations. In this second refugee camp, Merdeka Berbudi High School also helped the community clean up around the evacuation site.

Icha held back a laugh staring at Kahfi's face.

Kahfi felt that laughter was directed at her. He raised two eyebrows, in a gesture asking what he was laughing about.

Icha replied by rubbing her right cheek, it was also a signal for Kahfi to do the same.

"The face is no longer pockmarked," said Icha, then Icha thrust a tissue.

"Thank you" said Kahfi.

"Shy?" tanya Icha but in fact her hand had already thrust a bottle filled with mineral water.

"Thank you" said Kahfi.

"How many times have you said the same word?" ledek Icha and Kahfi could only chimed in with a smile.

'Oh my God, your smile Kahfi. Nah! Nah! Don't reply with a smile. Just these two days your smile haunts my days!' batin Icha monologue.

Icha's head shuddered itself denying all of his inner monologues.

"Hey, why?" lontar Kahfi waved in front of Icha's face.

Sontak Icha quietly realized his stupid attitude, swallowing saliva with difficulty, even breath seemed to be stuck only in the throat.

"Ck. ck..ck.., ye ile, two people in love. We're just hitching a ride, aren't we?" ledek Sasi who had felt dicueki.

"Look, everything is moving quickly to clean up the location of this refugee environment. Why are you guys slow motion like a romantic movie scene?" keep Sasi.

"Start smashing! I want to join the children who are playing" said Icha, whereas Icha only diverts the satire of Sasi who increasingly cornered him.

Icha's eyes now turned to look at the boy about 7 years old, he sat alone not to join his friend.

"Why not play with friends?" tanya Icha approaching.

The boy was silent not to ask, he lowered his head.

"So, don't you have any candy, will you?" he gave me some candy.

The boy still did not react.

"Well, sister's leg why?"

"She was hit by the collapse of the Dek house" a middle-aged mother interjected.

"Oh my God, what a pity. Let Brother see yes" said Icha without the boy's consent, his hand touching the boy's ankle.

"Sister replace the bandage yes," said Icha, moving quickly open the bandage that has been dirty. Without feeling disgusted, Icha cleaned a gaping wound on the ankle, just under the ankle.

"Mother of her parents?"

The middle-aged mother shook her head slowly, her eyes suddenly glazed over hearing Icha's throw.

"Both of his parents died as victims of the earthquake. Only he was a survivor in one family," he explained, the liquid that had stopped at the eye patch fell down on two cheeks, even his voice sounded raucous.

Likewise with Icha, Icha's eyes immediately let out dew, his hands were seen wiping the dew. Occasionally Icha raised her face to hold the clear liquid so as not to fall wet the cheeks.

But free, still the dam collapsed flooding two cheeks.

The sound of sobs is heard. Icha was indeed moved to hear the story of the middle-aged woman. However, that made him sob even more because he also fared the same as the boy.

Left both of his parents at the age of being a child and even a toddler. Even more stifling, Icha's parents did not leave him because he was called the Divine, but deliberately left Icha in an orphanage. For some reason, 4-year-old Icha was already in the orphanage, found right at the side door of the orphanage.

The difference is, at the age of 7 years, he was taken care of by good people.

Kahfi stared from afar at what Icha was doing. His feet slowly approached towards Icha. Feeling unbearable, obviously very unbearable also feel curious about what makes him cry as much as he pleased. However, his legs stopped behind Icha's position.

"It's finished Deck," said Icha after the bandage was attached to close the wound.

Icha showed me the medicine she had applied to the boy's leg. "Tomorrow the ointment again. Don't forget, change the bandage also clean with this liquid," he said one by one.

He knew maybe the little boy did not catch everything Icha suggested, but Icha actually wanted to train the boy to start independent.

The boy was silent without reaction.

"Do you understand?" fishing rod Icha.

"Did Adek not want to be friends with Brother?" rayu icha for the boy to respond to her.

"After the tragedy, he never spoke a word" said the woman who had told the boy's story.

"Astaghfirullah haladhim." Icha's heart feels slashed, very sick.

Icha bent her legs, sat down squatting to have her face level with the boy.

Icha's hand raised the boy's face by cupping his two jaws.

"Sister, can I hug you?" icha asked, again without the boy's consent, Icha hugged him tightly. However, what was the reaction of the boy he returned Icha's embrace while crying as he pleased.

Icha let as much sweat wet the clothes she was wearing, as long as the boy felt relieved after letting out a cry.

The boy took off his embrace. Icha is displaying a small smile.

"She's not alone here, there's Big Brother, there's aunts, there's friends. God has put my mother's father in the most beautiful place. They looked from afar, and they only asked us to be godly children, "teenage Icha, back his hand moved sweeping two cheeks.

Icha blew her breath, hoping the tightness in the chest would also fall.

"I'm Icha, you?"

The boy was silent, hesitating and hesitating to open his mouth.

Icha flicked her lips, pretending to be angry because she did not get a reply from the boy, "Silver is not cool, do not want the same friend?"

"Amel," she said, barely even heard.

"Who?" fishing rod Icha, the hue of his face sparkles got the boy's speech.

"Amel," he repeated in a tone of voice rising by an octave.

Icha widened her smile, "Hi Amel, want to be friends with Brother?" haggar Icha reached out.

Amel returned the helping hand, and returned Icha's smile.

Icha hugged the boy because she was so happy.

"If we are friends, let's play together," Icha invited enthusiastically his hand to hold Amel.

Amel nodded as well throwing a smile.

Icha Gegas joined the other boy to play.

'Seeing you as sad as that, I was sad too. Seeing you laugh happily I was relieved. Oh God, what kind of taste is this? Ask Your guidance so that I may remain on the path that You are pleased with, ' Inner Kahfi said.

"He deserves to be pursued. Women one in a thousand, very rare of course many who want," said someone who also turned out to be behind Kahfi.

Without allowing a view, Kahfi knew who the owner of the voice was. How not to know, even in the womb already together.

"You are told to tell mommy" cried Kaffah as Kahfi walked away from where Kaffah stood.

Kaffah turned to look at the middle-aged woman who had talked to Icha.

"Sorry Mom, what's that boy's mother?"

"I?" his rhetoric.

Kaffah nodded in that rhetorical reply.

"I'm a slave."

Kaffah reached into the bag and took some money.

"Titip Amel," pinta Kaffah, give money.

"It_"

"I'm sorry I can't give much. Save it," said Kaffah then gave a business card.

"Please call that number, for Amel's sake. God willing, I will ask my parents to help Amel stay in school" Kaffah said.

"Thank you Dek, may Allah repay Adek's kindness."

Kaffah smiled, nodding slowly.

"I'll excuse you, ma'am," said Kaffah passed.

Icha's eyes stared at Kaffah's recently passed back from before the woman. Icha was curious what she was talking about.

Icha saw the boy had started to blend Deny's friends. Icha's feet now stepped closer towards the middle-aged woman.

"May I ask you, ma'am?"

The woman nodded, "Ask," he said later.

"What did you talk to that student about?"