Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

237. Searching for Haifa Photos

Today, with the approval of Arga I went into the warehouse. It was the first time I came to this place. The warehouse is located behind the house, close to the swimming pool, separated from the house size is quite large. Accompanied by Ma'am Sus I'm here. Some old and unused items accumulate a lot until thick dust. The existing air also feels stuffy effect of the room that has been closed for a long time.

"What the hell's Mom looking for here?" ma'am Sus asked, he was busy getting rid of the thick dust flying. It was very clear that the dust was from the sunlight coming in from the glass window.

"Mother's photo of Gara. Do you know where ?" ask her.

"Oh. Well, it's in the cardboard. Another pile of stuff like that. Ma'am also kind of forgot which one is the card," he said.

There is a lot of cardboard there, whether the contents of anything I do not know, is near a wooden cabinet that is still good but full of dust.

"Find yuk, Ma'am." Take me. I'm getting deeper. The room was bright with lights that Ma'am Sus just turned on.

Quickly, Sister Sus opened the window wide, leaving the stuffy air replaced with air from outside, expelling thick dust to be free from this room.

"Mother is waiting at home. Let the mother find. A lot of dust, not good for health," he said worried. I took out the mask from my pocket.

"Bring this, really. Help me find it." My love. Sister Sus this time nodded.

"Shortly, Mom. Wait, yeah. Do not open or hold anything!" Her request. This time Ma'am Sus stepped out of the shed and shortly returned with a bucket and water and a rag inside.

"Let the dust not fly!" he said then began looking for the cardboard in question.

Thick dust Ma'am Sus washcloth with wet cloth. Slightly fluttering because of the sweep, but better than blowing it on purpose or getting rid of dust with a feather duster which will make the dust fly in all directions.

"Sir, what is this closet?" I asked Ma'am Sus. The closet looks still good, no flaws if I take a quick look. Only a thick pile of dust blocked the mirror.

"Oh, that's Gara's mother's shirt. Honey, anyway. Nice clothes, but just a barn occupant," he said again.

I opened the closet, the key stuck there. Inside piled up women's clothes, from the one hanging there still looks good, it's just out of date for the model.

One by one I saw at a glance, these clothes were simple. In fact, there are also some new ones like it, still with the price tag attached there. Not a price with a large nominal, in my opinion for the size of the wife of the owner of Haifa company including a simple person. Folded clothes are also just as good, still intact and no defects.

"Is this not being dumped or given to others?" my many. Sister Sus was taking down one by one the boxes that were there and wiping them.

"No, I didn't say anything. If you can bring it, bring it to the village deh, for a daughter-in-law or neighbor, if anyone wants," he said without looking at it at all.

"Yes, it's better. From redundant." There are a lot of clothes here. If not used properly.

"Em, anu Ma'am. I once brought two pieces of clothes belonging to the late house, but the former really. I'm sorry, I didn't say. I dare not ask the same father. I love the scavenger. Poor clothes are not worth it. But that's not good, really. Just a regular long-handed shirt with a late house. My clothes are just negligent, big. While he is small." said Sister Sus with guilt, she looked down did not dare to look at me.

"No pa-pa, ma'am. It is good that these clothes should not only be stored, better given or used by others. I'll tell you later Arga, who knows allowed to be given the same ones who need."

"Have you met the card yet?" tanyaku later.

"Eh, briefly. Still in search. This is what I met from earlier is just the same plate glass," he said. Ma'am Sus went back to looking until finally he exclaimed because he had found what I wanted.

Gegas Mbak Sus clean the cardboard and wipe it well. Some stuff he took out of there. There are small to medium size photo frames.

"This is a photo of Haifa?" my question while taking a picture frame on the floor, has Ma'am Sus clean it with a rag in his hand.

"Yes. This is a photo of Neng Haifa," said Sister Sus. He went back to cleaning the other frame.

I look at the face in this photo. Her face was very pretty and her smile was soothing, her eyes were glaring, her nose was sharp, her eyes were exactly like Gara's, big round. Arga and Haifa, who were photographed together under a tree, looked very friendly. Haifa smiled, while Arga looked flat. There was no expression of that man.

Another photo I saw again. This time it was a picture of Haifa sitting in a chair and Arga behind her. Haifa with a wide smile, Arga remained the same.

"There's no wedding photo of them, Ma'am?" manya curious.

Sister Sus was silent for a while as if remembering. "If there used to be a wedding photo, but don't know now where the big one is."

"That little thing is dong?"

"There, but I forgot where that nyimpen was."

"If I have asked, yes" I asked.

"Yes, I'll love you later. Em.... Why are these photos?" ask Ma'am Sus.

"Gara has to know who his mother is, Ma'am. Don't let him forget who he is. Yes, even though there is now me who is a mother, but do not let Gara not know the figure of his mother," I explained again.

Sister Sus nodded her head. "Yes, Mom. I agree with this one. You did realize that there were never many stories about Gara's mother. The big lady is also sick, so yes no one can explain or tell a lot about Neng Haifa. I also did not dare to tell stories because I was afraid you could not," he said. Some stuff has Sus Ma'am taken out.

"Haifa's family never come here?" I asked again, the more curious.

"It used to be a lot, but if it's not wrong time because the age of two years has never come here again."

"Why?" ask again.

"don't know. Less understanding of me" he said.

I no longer asked, just staring at some of the photos that Sister Sus gave me.

"Em, this will all take ya into. Let it be cleaned inside. A few breaths later here" I asked.

"Yes, Mom. Is this all I'm looking for, is this all? Or, is there more?" ask Ma'am Sus.

"That's it, Ma'am. Later if I want to find another help me again yes."

"Ready, Mom!" he shouted while lifting the cardboard in his hand. We got out of the barn and walked into the house.

There was a sound of greeting from the front door while I was still cleaning everything that was in the cardboard box that was starting to decay.

"Mama! Brother's home!" yelling, rapid footsteps sounded, he approached me.

"Vaalaikumsalam. Is he home?"

"He-it." His hand stretched out to salim with me.

"What's your mom again?" ask Gara.

"May clean the photo. Want to help Mom? But change the clothes."

"Whose picture?" ask Gara. His hand was about to take out the closed frame on the table. I held him down so Gara wouldn't open the frame.

"Change. Mama will tell you" I asked.

"Ready!" he then ran towards the stairs. Mbak Sari ran over Gara, shouting that Gara would not run.

Not until ten minutes, Gara has come back down.Fia approached me again.

"Whose picture is it, Ma?" ask Gara.

I smiled and took a small picture. "You know what? Scape!" godaku's. Cause I just pursed her lips if I'm teased like that.

"Who knows who this is?" my question was to show Haifa's photo to her. Because just speechless, slightly tilted his head when he saw a photo of Haifa.

"Who?" ask Gara confused.

"This is a picture of my mother."

"Mommy's photo?"

"He-em. My mom took this photo. Ma'am Sus said, this is a photo of his mother Brother. Beautiful, huh?" my many. I looked at Gara's face. Now just keep staring at the photo. Slowly the hand took the picture frame, he was still speechless.

"Beautiful" he said. His voice sounded so soft.

"From now on, put this photo in the room, yeah."

Not answering, he fell silent and began to sob. The tiny body was now approaching and hugging me along with the frame she was hugging with one hand on her chest.

"Mother!" crying sounds slow. His body was shaken slowly. Her small hands tightly hugged me. "Mother!" crying again. I don't want to disturb. Just let him cry.