My little girl's moniker first

Morning at the home of the helper

The morning came. Cigarette chicken sahut memahut coloring the sun that just peek behind the lush trees behind the hill.

In the kitchen of the woman the owner of the tiny house under the hill was attacking the water that had been given grilled ginger, which was spiked with palm sugar.

The embers of the fire coming from the burning wood licked the butt of the pot. When the ginger water boils, immediately lift the pot, then replace it with half a cup of rice that has been mixed with water for lathe. Blowing the syringe on the firewood that began to shrink its flame, made of bamboo that circles the hand. As the fire grows, it immediately adds to you being crammed into a furnace where the water that cooks rice to be porridge is churned.

Then the woman poured ginger water into two glasses. The smell of ginger fills the kitchen. Tempting to be scooped. Islu closed both glasses, so that the heat content does not evaporate quickly. He got a furnace that was still burning fire from dry wood.

Before leaving the kitchen to bring two glasses of ginger wedang, he bent down in front of the wait, putting the burning wood much more inside. Then stir the soluble rice with water, and immediately leave the kitchen.

In the room where the little girl had woken up. It was strange to hear chicken cigarettes. Immediately he sat down, observing the surroundings.

"I am where this is not my room, "his mind while circling the surroundings with his eyeballs. He slept a wooden trmpatvtidur that was a thin foam bundle. There was a small table, there was a simple closet and a bed that was bigger than the one he was in, was at the end near the window. The cold air of the roof and the walls of his bedroom board, so he felt cold.

"Oh...!" The little girl was crying, "Mama... Oh. Jo....!" Then cry with fear.

The woman who entered the room and brought two glasses of ginger, immediately put the two glasses which were actually very hot if held by the other person, on a simple wooden table. The only table in the room. Looking at the little girl who was sobbing rubbed her eyes.

"Patient little sister yes, calm your heart. If your heart is calm let alone pray for them, your father, your mother and your brother, it's easy for them to be calm too..."

."Mama also said so.." remembered his mother's words.

"Darling if sleep prays, so that our sleep is not disturbed by the devil. If we are sad, do not forget to pray, so that our hearts are calm, "

"Yes Mama, "the little girl nodded, "If I miss Mama ...?"

"Pray as well, " nod his mother.

"Yes, Mbah Siti also said that children miss parents, brother and sister do not forget to pray." he continued mimicking the words of the teacher taught him.

"Smart boy.." The boy and the mama hugged.

"Nah right by praying we are calm, " said the woman.

"The teacher taught me to say so too, " said the little girl in spirit.

"Well let's pray for them ..."

"Mama and Mas Jo will be well done, "cut the little girl.

"Yes let's pray." said the woman encouragingly by stroking the shoulder of the girl who then cried again.

They both closed their eyes, until a few minutes later the woman made a sound.

"O God our merciful Lord, ask us to take away our sins, forgive the sins of his sorrowful little brother. Give him a proper place in your Surga, O Allah..."

"Aamiin.." greeted the little girl sobbing, then she said, "Protect also my good Mama, Ys Allah, my heart Mas Johan may she not be beaten again pity..." suck the little girl into a serious tangus.

"Aamiin.." exclaimed the woman embracing the little girl who ended her prayer with a sigh of silence.

"Aamiin.." the little girl opened both her eyes. "But I'm afraid Mama and Mas Jo are what they are, right, all bad guys? Hu..hu...hu..."

"And you've been alone, just relax, leave it all to God who created the whole world, okay?"

"Papa's son though.women later should be strong women. Guarding Mama. With the acute Mas Jo." his papa hugged him affectionately. Remember that shadow the little girl immediately wiped away her tears.

."Yeah.." he muttered softly.

.."Well that's more beautiful, "praise the woman, "How about we drink red sugar ginger first so that the cold air is a little warm, "

The little girl complied. But once he turned to the glass containing ginger, he stopped lifting the glass, because the contents of the glass reflected the heat. Seeing that the woman smiled. Without hesitation raised the glass, then thrust it at the little girl in front of him.

"It's still hot, brother, "the little girl's bell.

"Now it's warm it must be nice and fresh to drink when it's this cold, " said the woman smiling.

The little girl furrowed her brows staring at the glass in the hands of her helper. Repeatedly rubbed his eyes, but the hot steam he had just seen was no longer there. Is the cold air in the morning able to instantly dissipate the hot steam in the glass?

"Let's drink, take it, "the voice of the woman breaks the little one's daydream.

"Yes, "he said, and his taste increased again when holding a glass. "Drink, yes, it's very, very, "it seems the water in the glass warms up. How can you, huh? He thought.: After drinking ginger wedang we down the hillside, cold, fresh, you can shower in the shower, "very friendly voice of the woman.

Slowly he gulped down his ginger, a warm feeling slipping into his chest and crowning on his stomach. Three gulps felt comfortable on his body. Then back to gulp wedang ya. And silent from behind his glass he stole a glance at the woman in front of him who also raised his glass which originally reflected the hot steam of ginger in it. When held for a while the steam disappeared, calmly the woman gulped down her jade that seemed to have warmed up.

"Ouf she can be magic.." The little girl was deep. Remembering the magic he had watched on television, where the magician could cool the hot water in the glass in an instant when the glass was held. Just like the woman in front of him who still enjoys his wedang gahe.

."Wow he's a hot water magician can be transformed into a cold.." he clapped his hands at that time with a sense of admiration.

"It's not turned cold, Dik, "said the brother whose favorite call is Mas Jo, "But the magician has prepared a glass that is filled with cold water with hot water...."

"But..."

"The magician has the speed of the hand to change the glass. They've been trained so we don't see them, "

But if the woman in front of him was not nukar glass, right? Or as Mas Jonya said, another glass was available containing a warm ginger wedang, and because of the speed of his hand he did not see where the replacement glass was hidden, and when it was exchanged. No way, right, hot water directly so warm just held the glass. This big brother must be a magician too, thought this little girl.

"Not finished the wedang ya?" The woman broke the little girl's daydream.

.."Not yet, "

"I'm used to drinking milk in the morning, "to be honest, little girl.

"Then let me buy you some milk, "

"Oh sorry, brother, don't bother, I've also been given Bik Ti drinks several times like this, "

"Who's Bik Ti?" The woman looked at the little girl.

"The teacher cooks in our house, "

"Oh so, "

."Yeah, "there came the little girl crying again, "Hu.hu..."

"My little girl why are you crying, wants to drink milk, yes, I'll buy it..."

. "No," the little girl's bell, "I'm sorry Bik Ti, is she also diculked? Mang Karta the driver who drove me and Mas Jo to school, then Ma'am Yam who likes to clean at home...."

The woman grabbed the little girl by the shoulder, "We pray that they will not be kidnapped, yes, "

"Yes, Sis.." then the girl read Al-Fateha's letter to the end, "

"Aamiin O Allah please protect Bik Ti, Mang Karta and Mbak Yam from the bad guys, " cried the woman.

"Aamiin.." the little girl assures, and the woman is more and more fond of the beautiful and clean-skinned little girl, and noble-hearted according to her judgment.

For a moment they embraced.

"Have your heart calmed down?" The whisper was in the ear of the little girl who had captivated him.

"Still sad actually, "the little girl said honestly and innocently, making the girl smile.

The woman took the glass which still contained half of ginger from the little girl's hand, she placed it on the table.

"If I were you it might not be strong, but God gave you strength. You're a good boy. You're a sweet boy..."

"Because I ordered Papa to take care of Mama, but.." then cry again,"Hu.hu..hu..."

"The dear between the mother and the child has a strong inner bond, well if you continue to cry and grieve, then your mother's mind is shaken, then your sadness will be sent to her feelings,"

Apparently, the woman's words had a bearing on the little girl's feelings. Suddenly her crying stopped. His pair of round eyes drenched in tears stared at him fixedly.

"Yes, "a nod to the woman who understands the meaning of the girl's gaze before her.

"You want your mama to be sad?"

"No way, "

"Don't always be sad and cry. Fill your chest by praying for Papa to be received in God's Heaven, and pray for Mama and Mas Jo, ask God to help him..."

"Yes, Brother, "butt the girl.

"Now how are your two cheeks no longer sore?"

The little girl grabbed both cheeks from her kidnapper's slap last night, "It's still a little bit of a pain, sister, "

"Patience, yes, tomorrow is also healed, I rubbed it with mashings of leaves so as not to swell, "

..."Thank you, brother, "the little girl's words are sincere.

"How's your leg hurt?"

"Just a little, really, that's okay" said the little girl.

"Then we breathe fresh air first, huh?"

"Where?" The little girl looked enthusiastic.

"Again around here, will you?" Invite.that woman.

"You..."

"Yeah..."

The little girl descended slowly from her bed guided by the woman.

"Oh my clothes...?!" The little girl noticed the oversized clothes on her body.

"Oh sorry, yes, last night your clothes were dirty and torn, whereas.I don't have a small shirt to copy you. I was wearing my boss's shirt,"

"What's wrong, sister, it's funny." said the little girl laughing while watching the small green kbamg patterned dress.

is that little girl on the hill?

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