My Sacrifice is worthless

Covert Intentions

لَهُ مَقَالِيدُ السَّمَاوَاتِ وَالْأَرْضِ ۖ يَبْسُطُ الرِّزْقَ لِمَنْ يَشَاءُ وَيَقْدِرُ إِنَّهُ بِكُلِّ شَيْءٍ عَلِيمٌ

lahak lahak maqalidus-samawati wal-arud, yabsuitur-rizqa limay u wa yaqdir, innahakip bikulli syai in'alim

To Him belongs the treasury of the heavens and the earth; he expands the sustenance of whomever He wills and constricts (it). Verily, He is All-Knowing.

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Saturday afternoon, Fitri returned home with a variety of snacks. His face was happy every time he came to see us. No load. That's how Fitri always brings happiness wherever he is. We told you a lot of things. From funny to sad. Laughing and crying together.

"So what's your school?"

"Either Fit, Brother confused find his addition where."

"Don't try to ask Dad, sister?"

"Make Nur's school is still in elementary school, Dad sometimes does not give sometimes, right? Especially for me, Fit?"

"Yes, here it is. Brother just use my savings, how?"

"Don't Fit, you'll use your own efforts, you work. I have savings, but not much."

"It's okay Kak, just use it first, who will you later Brother can get High School, can work better than me right? so I can change my savings. Yeah right?" pejuk Fitri's.

"Yes Ta, just use the savings first Fitri and if it is still lacking, just sell Grandma's rooster to buy your shoes or books" added grandma.

"Is it really okay, Grandma? Fitri?" I ask as if I do not believe that the help of Allah is always there through the hands that he wills.

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School registration begins. I signed up on the first day of opening. Three days later, my name was registered there to be one of the graduating students.

Student orientation period or school MOS for the introduction of the environment, teachers and class brothers, we went through very smoothly. Although it must be funny to use accessories that we make ourselves at home. All add to our experience.

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The new school year has begun. I was in class VIIa. Everything was going well until Dad took the child and his wife to move into the grandmother's house. On the one hand I am happy to be reunited with my father, on the other hand there is still a pain that is very imprinted by the treatment of Fitri.

There has rarely been peace at home since mom and dad arrived. If not the father and mother who take root, the grandmother and mother are the ones who always fuss over trivial things.

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I've been sitting in Viii Junior High. I went to school and had lunch in the kitchen. Grandma's cousin's sister next door Nek Siti suddenly came. Not without reason to go home, it turns out he has a plan for me.

"Lunch Ta?" tanyanya.

"Yes Nek Siti, just got home from school," I said continuing my meal.

"What's your sister Ngah?" scold my grandmother.

"Make this coffee, you want Siti?" haggard grandma.

"No need, my coffee is still at home. There are guests in my house Kak Ngah." nek Siti started to provoke the attention of grandma.

"Where are you from?"

"From the city was Brother, his friend bang Yusuf. He came here to find a soul mate, he said, maybe he could meet sunti virgin in our village," continued Nek Siti.

Rice sprinkled from my mouth in surprise. "Grandmother's kidding, huh? It's still school Nek ... still Junior High, cook already want to be fooled that?" rumpulku does not accept.

"Not ka.u directly married Ita, just acquaintance first who knows a mate, right Adi?" ask Grandma to Dad.

"I'm up to you how good it is" replied the father.

I who did not expect this incident could only bow down sadly. I'm a 14-year-old who's about to be introduced to someone I don't know at all. I saw Nek Siti just smiling meaningfully.

I was silent to my grandmother and father. Oh Allah ... What else is this ordeal?

"Yes already, just bring here the guest Siti," orders grandmother enthusiastically to Nek Siti.

"For a moment, Brother Ngah. I went home first to bring them here," said Siti, smiling.

"It's that if you've eaten, you change clothes, it's a guest want to come here acquaintance with you." I moaned not like to hear the orders of grandma. It looks like this is going to be an endless drama.

Shortly after Siti's death, Joseph's cake and his guests came to the house. My grandmother and father let them in. "Tina for coffee ...," Grandma's excited.

They chatter. I don't want to know what they're talking about.

I heard them say my name a few times. "It's here son ..," call Dad.

I had to go outside if I didn't want this to be the subject of father and grandmother tantrums.

"This is called Ita, 14 years old. Now second grade Junior High," explained the father to his guest.

"This is Philip from the city ... Philip's son works as intel in the police force in the provincial town."

I who was originally lowered my head finally raised my head to catch a glimpse of the person my father introduced. High-positioned big, mature sapodilla leather, hairy shoulder-length, wearing a leather jacket. He's almost the same age as my father. I'm over 30 years old. Is this the man they're gonna betroth me to?

"The handsome doesn't Ta?" ask nek Siti.

I turned to Nek Siti with a wry smile. I held back my teenage emotions.

What does it mean to be like this? Is there a shrimp behind the rock?

"Sorry Dad, I'm going in first, not feeling well."

I passed by without waiting for my father to answer. It's up to you to get angry later. What matters is that I'm free of those basket eyes.

"Children's habit is still shy."

I heard my grandmother say that. Then they laughed together. Embarrassed? not because of shame but I'm really upset. I went into the room and fell down to sleep. Let my homework be done when I wake up.

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At 3 pm I woke up after the Ashar Adhan was heard from the mosque not far from our house. I immediately ablaze and carry out my duties. Then I went out to do a house. The guest is no longer visible. I hope he doesn't come back home again.

At night at dinner. We always try to eat together whatever the menu because in addition to maintaining family familiarity also so that our side dishes are enough to be shared.

"Ta, Saturday night, Philip's son wants to come back here again" said the grandmother.

"She seems to like you."

I choked and coughed. Mom immediately poured me some drinking water and stretched it out to me.

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