So TKW
Section 29
Ah... Why does my head think about Abdul Ro'uf? I feel like I'm stressed because of him. But why he left I was so confused. Bizarrely.
The more remembered even I became more thoughtful.truly this is my brain.
I try to continue my activities as usual. Hoping with all the activities, the shadow of Abdul Ro'uf dancing in memory was soon lost and forgotten. Amyn...
Kugendong the little Oomar. The baby who has been five months more is getting fatter and healthier, he has also started lying on his stomach and can scream obscure if the milk I made has not reached his mouth.
In the living room, Mr. Khabeer was praying. I held a small Oomar while walking slowly for fear of disturbing.
When he was chanting Fatihah, suddenly his cellphone sounds right next to him on the table. Mr. Khabeer seemed to glance to the left and see the master who called. A moment later resumed his delayed prayer.
Hey, what the hell, what an inappropriate act in the example. It turns out that not all Arabs are passionate in their prayers as well as Indonesians. Sometimes some people are negligent.
"Yes Noorah, get ready.we're going shopping. Bring all your gear and Oomar's" Madam said from behind me. I don't know when he was standing there.
"Sorry madam, am I allowed to stay home" I replied carefully. I am lazy to travel. Exhausting, in addition to having to continuously carry Oomar in the basket as well, the legs are very limp if walking in the fasting.
"are you sick, huh Noah?"
" To be honest I'm not feeling well" I replied lying. Yeah, god. Hope not to be found out.
"Hm, okay. Here's your phone. Remember to use it as well as possible and do not use it while working. You understand Noorah?"
"Yes madam"
"Well it seems like me and Khabeer are leaving, oh god why did you send such a servant to us" he grumbled as he passed towards the room and banged his head many times.
Hey, what's wrong with me trying?
Absolutely madam, make a bitch.
huh!
After Madam and her husband left, I went straight into the room while locking the door. I recorded the family numbers that were in the homeland, and kept them in contact.
Tut's.... Tut's... Tut's...
"Call, mah?" my broom.
"Hallo, ieu saha?" (this is who) replied mama in sebrang.
"It's Nur, mah. Maenya teu inget kana Sora scarecrow?"(do you remember your own child?) and the crying was unstoppable from both of us. Let go of each other. Many stories happened in the village during my departure these few months.
Especially the attitude and behavior of the husband that began to change. I don't know what demons possessed him until he could not pay attention to Adit who is now fostered by mamah. Ah, there are only. problems that are happening to me now. Even though I work abroad purely on my desire to immediately pay off all my debts. Golly, deh.
At the end of the sentence mama-wanti-wanti so that I never send money to the husband.
My mom's advice is all I listen to. Hopefully my husband is caliph and soon changed back to good...
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5 Days before Eid al-Fitr my health deteriorated. I was really sick and couldn't get out of bed. Plus the little Oomar who is always fussy if together with his parents makes me more sick because every time he always hears his loud cries. Too bad he may not be used to the care of his mother and father. Ah Oomar's...
"Noorah suffers from fever and also thifus" a madam voice is heard from the living room. Either he was chatting with who clearly his voice was slow almost inaudible.
"We have to go and visit some relatives, I hope you want to take care of him for a while, I beg you" ah whether he is begging to whom, I hope you will take care of him for a while, what is clear in this room is that my body feels shivering violently accompanied by a head that is dizzy seven circumference.
It feels like just dying.
Someone came into my room. Yeah, right here right near me. The body is tall and this smell feels familiar. Her...
I want to open my eyes and see it,
but the body is even more shivering and the view is getting blurred even though the faint-hearted still sounds...
"Noorahs... Noorah's..."
