Sister Alea And Mr Crazy

He was my Childhood Friend

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Alea's cheeks became red. He never thought the mother of the man he cared for always teased him lately.

In the meantime, Mrs. Beautiful only giggled after seeing Alea's facial expression. "Alright, Alea. Later aunty will teach you how to make the most delicious oyster mushroom stir fry so that Iqbal likes your cooking and if necessary the person also Iqbal should like."

His guy? Is that him? Oh, comeon. When Ny. Lovely will stop teasing her. If this continued to happen, Alea might find it difficult to control her heart that was always beating.

"Oya aunty, if you may know why Iqbal likes jasmine flowers so much? Every time we love Iqbal the flower, surely his anger will subside immediately. Is there a story behind all that?" Alea turned on another topic.

Mrs. Beautiful stop the activity of cutting it. Then he looked towards Alea with a smile.

"There's Alea, of course. Do you want to listen to him?" ask Ny. Beautiful, then retorted a nod from Alea.

"Then we finish the cooking. After that, you will go to the aunt's room. It feels bad if the story is here," said Mrs. Is beautiful.

Alea consented. He immediately helped Mrs. It's nice to finish the job in the kitchen.

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Alea is in her room now. Beautiful, of course along with the owner of the room. I can't wait to hear the story from you. Beautiful about the reason behind Iqbal love jasmine flowers.

"When Iqbal will turn 7 years old, that's when he began to like jasmine flowers for the first time" said Ny. Beautiful while presenting a photo of a palaroid to Alea.

Alea took it straight away. The palaroid photo shows a boy with a handsome and sweet face in the garden.

Alea was surprised, not playing. He recognized the boy in the palaroid photo.

"Ta-tante, is this a picture of Iqbal?" aela asked stammeredly, occasionally her gaze leading to a palaroid photo.

Mrs. Lovely replied with a nod, and instantly Alea's eyes immediately glazed over as she was so inimical of what she was seeing right now.

Then Ny. It was beautiful to feel astonished when she saw the sadness on Alea's face. "Loh, Alea, what's wrong with you, son?"

Alea shook her head slowly. Then he looked at Mrs. Beautiful with soft. "Tante, please tell me why Iqbal likes jasmine flowers so much" Alea pinta.

"All right, Alea." Mrs. Lovely stroking soft Alea hair.

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Thirteen years ago, when Iqbal was 7 years old and always hit by Papa, the man was incessantly crying in his room.

Iqbal's heart ached when he received the torment from his own father. What mistake? What shortcomings?

Iqbal also wants to feel the affection of a Father, as well as the affection given to Rio, his older brother.

Then Rio? An older brother who was supposed to look after his sister, but instead stayed away from her.

Is that the fault of Iqbal?

Now in the life of Iqbal there is only a figure of Mother who loves him so much. A mother who loves her two sons without favoritism. A mother who will always be there for her child when she likes any suffering.

She's Beautiful.

Lovely Heart felt pain as she watched her youngest son continue to cry inside the room. He knows the reason behind all this.

Unable to see Iqbal continue to grieve, finally Indah decided to invite Iqbal to go out of the house.

Incidentally Beautiful will take Iqbal a walk to the park, because he thinks the atmosphere there is very pleasant. He hopes Iqbal will be entertained after playing in the park.

"Iqbal, how? Do you feel right here?" tanya Indah to her son while enjoying the view of flowers.

Iqbal gave a small nod while hugging Indah from the side. "Yes, Mah. Iqbal likes to be here, not like at home" Iqbal said honestly.

Beautiful fleeting smile. He immediately stroked his son's hair gently. "Mom understand, Iqbal. You don't feel at home Papa. Actually, you really want to take you away from there, but you can't because it was prevented by Papa. But Iqbal need not fear, mama will always be there for Iqbal."

Iqbal gave a small nod in the arms of his mother. It feels very comfortable to be in the arms of a Mother who really loves and loves her child without limits.

After quite a long time enjoying the scenery, Indah slowly took off her embrace with Iqbal. He remembered buying something for Iqbal because it happened that today was his birthday.

"Darling, you wait here first, yeah. Mama's going there for a second. It won't be long, though." Beautiful at a glance pointing to the east, more precisely at the place of sale of children's toys.

Iqbal nodded.

"Don't go anywhere, yeah." Beautifully commemorating.

Iqbal nodded back. Then Indah rushed to the place she wanted to go. While Iqbal, turned to look around where people were walking together.

Immediately Iqbal's countenance turned sad when he saw a middle-aged man and a boy walking along the street filled with laughter.

It feels happy if Iqbal is in the position of the boy who can feel the happiness of the father.

Especially today is his birthday. Iqbal really wants his birthday to be celebrated with his Father, Mother and Brother with happiness. But Iqbal felt it was unlikely to happen.

Everything was gone in an instant. Is there a light of happiness in her life?

Iqbal's head turned bent, lamenting the constant whirling of his tears.

Iqbal's eye reflexes rounded when he saw a hand suddenly stretched out under his chin, holding back his tears that continued to fall.

Slowly Iqbal looked up at his face. Looks like a beautiful girl who may be 6 years old is smiling at him.

"Why you?" ask the girl.

Iqbal. Then remove his eyes immediately. "Nothing" Iqbal replied briefly.

The girl smiled back. Then he hurried to sit beside Iqbal and stretched out his hand before Iqbal.

"My name is Salsha."

Iqbal only returned the hand of the girl named Salsha without mentioning her name.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me your own name. Oya, by the way, why are you? You're sad again, aren't you?"

For a moment Iqbal looked towards Salsha with an unfathomable look. He thought he should tell Salsha his sorrow. Ah, naw. Better not tell first.

"Yes, I'm sad again" said Iqbal. "But I can't tell you yet. Sorry," he continued.

Salsha smiled. Then he shifted his seat closer to Iqbal, and his hand began to embrace Iqbal's shoulder.

"Salsha knows, really. But you don't feel sad. Whatever it is, Salsha is sure you can deal with it with courage."

Different from the friends at school. They even stayed away from him because of the incitement of the Brother and Sagita who sometimes come to school to warn his friends to stay away from him so that they are not exposed to si*l.

Really, Iqbal felt sad about it.

"Yes, so that you don't feel sad anymore, Salsha will love you something." Salsha then scratched something from inside the bag of crackles that she had brought when approaching Iqbal.

"Ta-da." Salsha shows a sprig of jasmine flowers to Iqbal.

"Take this as a gift from a friend. You want to be Salsha's friend?" ask the girl with a sweet smile.

Without thinking, Iqbal immediately nodded, assuring Salsha's request by taking a sprig of jasmine flowers in his hand.

"Dad said, this jasmine flower has the meaning of love, simplicity and also luck. Salsha pray that your life will be full of happiness, just like the color of this jasmine."

Iqbal smiled fluffy. Her heart was completely at ease after meeting Salsha who had now officially become her new friend.

"Thank you."

Salsha nodded at a glance. Then the next second his smile faded when he saw a red mark on Iqbal's hand.

"What's your hand?" Salsha grabbed Iqbal's hand and examined the injuries the boy had sustained.

"No papa, just a small wound."

"Salsha."

Someone suddenly called out the name of the girl. Then the name owner turned his gaze toward the source of the sound. "Mother" said Salsha, taking off Iqbal's arm.

"Come, son, let's go home" asked Salsha's mother, who is now near her daughter.

Salsha nodded. Then he turned to look at Iqbal with a sad face.

"Well, unfortunately Salsha has to go now. But no papa, even though Salsha is not there, or suddenly you will feel sad or angry, you can see the jasmine flowers given by Salsha every day."

Iqbal nodded with a knotty smile. In his true heart Iqbal did not want the girl to leave. But .. yes, that's it.

"Eh, wait." Iqbal blocked Salsha's wrist as the girl was about to leave.

"When we meet again how?" tanya Iqbal looked at Salsha with a question mark look.

Salsha began to think. "Salsha will play as much as you do and will not leave again" Salsha said.

Iqbal smiled hearing that. Iqbal hopes to see Salsha again in the future.

"Come, Son. We have to go home," asked Salsha's mother as she gently pulled Salsha's left arm slowly until the right arm blocked by Iqbal just took off.

Salsha started waving her hands towards Iqbal with a big smile. "Drug, man."

Iqbal replied to Salsha's hand with a sweet smile. "Buh! I hope we can meet again later. I want to play with you" Iqbal shouted after Salsha's figure had disappeared from his sight.

Iqbal sat back down, then looked at the jasmine flowers tightly blocked by his hands with a smile. Really, the presence of the girl made her heart feel calm.

Although Salsha is gone, Iqbal will remember the gift. Jasmine flower.

Iqbal has made his decision. Starting today, on her seventh birthday, jasmine will be her favorite flower. And Iqbal won't change his liking.

"Iqbal hope we meet again later" said Iqbal, smiling as he looked at a flower.

After some time, Indah came to Iqbal while carrying a gift that had been neatly designed by him, special for his youngest son who was having a birthday.

"I'm sorry mom, Iqbal. It was an old mama because she talked for a while with her mama's friend" said Indah while sitting next to Iqbal.

Iqbal did not answer. He just focused on looking at the jasmine flowers. Beautiful who just realized it, immediately felt astonished.

"Who, who's the jasmine from?" tanya Beautiful's.

"From Iqbal's new friend. He came to comfort Iqbal and love this jasmine flower to Iqbal as a gift of friendship" Iqbal replied.

"Whose name is your new friend, Iqbal?" It's beautiful to ask.

"Name Salsha. He's a good boy, Mah. Iqbal wanted to see him again, "Iqbal said, turning to his face.

Beautiful smile. Then he gently stroked the top of Iqbal's head. "Iqbal dear, mama pray on your seventh birthday, may this mama's son live a long, healthy life, always get happiness and what he wants hopefully achieved."

"Aamiin .. thanks Mama," said Iqbal and immediately embraced Indah from the side.

"Together, darling. Here's a gift for you from mama."

Iqbal then took a gift from Indah, then he put it on his lap. While his hand is now only focused on holding tightly a sprig of jasmine flowers given Salsha.

As usual, Iqbal looked back at the jasmine with a smile.

Seeing that, Indah began to feel confident Salsha was the right child to be her friend Iqbal and could make her son always smile.

But where will Indah be able to find Salsha, Iqbal's new friend?

***

"Until now the aunt did not know where Salsha lived. Aunty would like to thank him for his blessing, Iqbal used to smile happily at his birthday." Mrs. Lovely ends the story about the reason behind Iqbal liking jasmine flowers.

While Alea, she could not help her tears from just walking out for as long as Ny. Beautiful storytelling.

"Before Iqbal's mentality was disturbed, he always asked the aunt, where Iqbal had to look for Salsha, where Iqbal had to find Salsha. He said Iqbal kangen ... Iqbal wants to meet. Aunty herself is also confused about where to look for Salsha. But after Iqbal has a mental breakdown, he begins to stop questioning Salsha's whereabouts, but Salsha's jasmine memories never escape from her memory."

Alea continued to shed her tears, even after hearing Mrs. Beautiful, her tears did not stop coming out.

'Salsha is actually me, ' Alea looked at the palaroid photo featuring a small Iqbal.

Alea's full name is Alea Salsha Queenza. When Alea was a child, her mother often called her Salsha because it was taken from her middle name. But not anymore.

Really, Alea really did not expect that she would meet again with the boy she once entertained. And it turns out that the boy was none other than Iqbal, the guy he had been caring for.

After this, Alea thought, should he change his decision not to leave after Iqbal recovers later? Should Alea fulfill the request of Iqbal who wants to marry her?

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