Muhasabah Love

Namira

“Our profit from yesterday was pretty decent, sir. Do you want to give employees a bonus or will it be used for others?”

Space pulls the file from the table. The man opened slowly then read carefully. There are many details of production costs, sales output and other combined total revenues. Cash flow is designed in such a way that it produces enough profit to make the corners of his lips interested.

“Alhamdulillah.” His face began to shine. Angkasa's days were dizzy and somber from thinking about Myria, but this time had to focus on work after falling ill.

“I'll call you later about this.”

The financial director who had been facing him since then nodded. “Good, Sir. Then I'm sorry.”

The door is fully closed. The space moved and departed to the Sakti room. Unlike usual who more often asked to be visited, this time the man deliberately wanted to go outside.

Sakti's face looked up when she heard the door open. He was not surprised even though the person who entered came without knocking. Memorize who's it if it's like that.

“There's a problem?” tanyanya relax.

The space shook its head, then pulled the chair before Sakti to sit down. The man gave the financial statements that were still in hand.

Sakti's smile was engraved looking at the rows of numbers that filled sheet by sheet of paper in hand. The man put the file on the table and returned the focus to his best friend.

“We go to aja kayak usually. But if you want to add bonuses for employees also no problem. Anywhere, all this thanks to the contributions of many people.” As if understanding the arrival of Angkasa, Sakti gave an idea before being asked.

Space does not immediately respond. The man is more comfortable sitting leaning while staring at the air. His two elbows rest on a chair handle with fingers fused together. “Yesterday-yesterday who went to the parlor?”

“Tim merchandiser same marketing. Not much, just a few representatives. Some of them deliberately down also to look for market opportunities.”

“Gue wants to come this time.”

“Serious lo?” As if not sure, Sakti to make sure. Rarely Angkasa want to participate in social activities because the man was reluctant to be known by the caretakers. Angkasa said that he was more comfortable behind the scenes even as a donor.

“Iya. I want to share the same thoughts of the children there. But help me condition the employees not to tell me who I am. Let the home people think I'm the same as other employees.”

“Beres. When to go?”

“Besok.”

Sakti agrees and is ready to call someone. His hand had already scrolled the screen, then glued it to the ear. The space in front of him was only paying attention while listening. Apparently, the person Sakti contacted was the finance director.

“Coordination with warehouse team also make nyiapin some children's clothing. I bring a car if indeed the company car is not enough to bring goods.”

The lips that were originally smiling faintly, now turned into a soft laugh. Sakti raises his thumbs up in Space. “Ready, Mr. Dirut. What's again? Many real orders lo.”

Space did not respond. He left because he felt the business was done. Without saying goodbye to the owner of the room, the man just went outside.

***

The night air whispered to Myria that she needed a hug. Unwittingly, tears trickled down from the memory of his mother's shadow. Myria had not been to the tomb for a week for fear of finding her father. Therefore, he never went anywhere while hiding.

There are no mobile phones or computers to access the internet. He lived his life without wanting to know anything from the outside. There is only television as entertainment. However, Myria did not feel bored at all. He is calmer now with his choice of seclusion even though the family is definitely looking.

There was an endless tiredness slipping in the heart when it remembered his father's attitude. There's a stabbing pain when love doesn't come together. Myria began to resign, maybe she was not a match and had misstepped.

“Astaghfirullah. Maybe I was too remiss in loving his creation.” Myria's chest felt tight. Perhaps it should have forgotten Space instead of swallowing the bitter pills of life continuously.

“Nak.”

The voice of the middle-aged woman touching the shoulder made Myria rush to wipe away the tears. He turned his head and greeted the woman in front of him with a faint smile. “Yes, Mother.”

“You didn't sleep? It's night. The wind outside can make you carefree.”

Not wanting to be suspected or else, Myria nodded and went inside. He missed the night with a longing in the chest.

***

Ten children who are still in Kindergarten and Elementary School turned their heads. They're getting close. “Tante, Mommy said today there are good people coming here. So we have to get ready and groom neatly,” said one of the seven-year-old children and adopted by other children.

Myria rubbed the boy's head. “Totally? Alhamdulillahot. If so, Auntie help you get ready. Come on, where's the hijab that hasn't been worn.”

The kids are getting excited. She lined up one by one forming a line while carrying the hijab. Although usually dressed alone, there is no harm in spoiled at all times. The presence of Myria adds to the flow of funds as well as affection for the residents of the orphanage. The manager and the children were very kind.

For days, Myria did live in an orphanage close to her rented first after visiting her mother's meal. Originally, she wanted to go to a boarding school, but as it passed by, Myria's mind changed.

In the boarding school, maybe Myria will also get a new family. However, in the orphanage, he could simultaneously help the finances of the place.

The first day of the escape, Myria deliberately pulled her money from the bank near the house with a nominal amount. After that, he hid himself in the parlor without coming out again. The father must be looking and will check the mutation where he made the last transaction. Therefore, Myria was already anticipating by taking the money in the nearest bank.

“Well, it's all neat. You can wait for guests to come here while studying or playing quietly. Okay?”

“Okay, Aunt.”

The children left because Myria wanted to see the work behind. He used to help cook in the afternoon and early morning.

The people in the kitchen were busy. Myria could see there were several boxes of cookies and other snacks. He smiled thinly. “Mother, kids say there's a donor here. Is true?”

Mother who is receiving the message looks over. He's nodding. “Ya, soon possible ...”

Not finished talking. The cries of the children welcoming the guests had already disturbed the conversation. The middle-aged woman sighed and smiled. “It must be a donor coming. Come on, get out if you want to see.”

“Oh, I help prepare a drink first, Bun. Later follow.”

Myria rushed to find a glass. He went to the refrigerator and apparently did not have much fruit stock to make juice. The woman forgot to be in a parlor that nothing should be frugal. Instead of just serving water, Myria took the initiative to brew warm tea.

The shout accompanied by laughter from the outside made Myria impatiently want to join. However, he thought back to meeting someone other than the residents of the parlour. After all, he did not ask where the donor came from. Fearing that the donors knew her, Myria chose to stay in the kitchen and leave it to the others.

Outside, the children were so happy to find so many gifts. He was running around in a medium-sized courtyard from end to end. Occasional screaming occurs due to fighting.

“Gentlemen and Miss, thank you for visiting this time. Please log in if you want to check the fund report that we received yesterday.”

Mother and one caretaker entered the house followed by two people in the back. That person is Angkasa and Sakti.

Wooden chairs in the living room feel hard when occupied. However, neither Angkasa nor Sakti commented. The two men were quite good at guarding the authority.

Not having to wait long, Mommy offers a ledger containing details of all the funds and their management. The space observed one by one and looked for gaps in flaws.

“What ... there are still new kids coming in here, Mom?”

“Last, two months ago. There's a baby dumped near the funeral, sir. Residents were afraid, so finally brought here.”

“But it's a human baby, right, Mom?” Strange questions just popped out of Sakti's mouth. The space beside him reflexively struck.

“Aduh, Ka. I'm just mastiin,” said Sakti defending himself.

“Mind lo.”

Mother and one manager smiled at the behavior of Sakti and Angkasa. “Yes, son of man, really, sir. The baby happened to be sleeping. Would you like to see?”

“No need, Mom. Don't listen to my friend's words. He is sometimes less than an ounce.”

“Astaghfirullah, Ka. Really good about me.”

The book was deliberately handed over to Sakti to be quiet because Angkasa wanted to talk seriously to Mother as the orphanage's chairman.

“I trust with Mom and other managers. But there are times when only a few people can come here. Kindly for ...” Not finished his speech, someone brought a tray over. Space fell silent and spontaneously stood up as his gaze pointed at the woman who was delivering a drink.