So TKW
Section 42
",Noorah.." Gontai I stepped out of the room ummi Zainab, no matter the call from the person standing behind me, it felt like my feet were not on the floor. Messy, poignant, sick. That's what I think is in the chest. Everything mixed into one. Suddenly his hand grabbed my trembling shoulder and was still shaken with the words and slap of ummi earlier. It all made me realize that everything was wrong. Reminds me that none of this should have happened. Although the words of ummi are not entirely true, but there are words that make me realize. Especially about my fault with my son.
"Noorah... Are you okay?" an arm touched my shoulder. He tried to grab me in his arms. But his hands immediately shook. Ruggedly.
"Let me alone" I said without looking back at him. Then back to Jamal's room.
A woman I know as Jamal's nanny stared at me. Her eyes looked cynical from both her eyes that seemed to have no pleasure in my arrival. Behind Abdul Ra'uf followed.
"Why are you staring at Noah like that, Fatima?" abdul Ro'uf asked with a hardened jaw. But there was no answer from the woman's lips, she just kept quiet and kept staring.
"Go to the kitchen, and help the others cook" Abdul Ro'uf spoke again in a rather loud voice.
"Well, sir" he replied as he passed.
"Noorah, I want us to talk"
"Here you go, you don't have to say anything more here. Let me and the kids" I said quietly almost inaudibly.
"Noorah.I care about you"
"I need to think"
"About...?"
"Didn't you hear what Ummi said?"
"And this slap?"
"Sorry, Noah..."
"Here I am, I need rest" I lay with the two little children beside me. Just hope that Abdul Ro'uf will leave me soon. Because what I need right now is a calm mind with no interference from anyone.
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The day came, everyone had fun together. Except me. Everyone greetings to welcome the great day of the Muslim world.
The male and female spaces are separate. But you both say sorry to each other through a voice that is deliberately understated.
One by one, they turned to face the ummi, giving greetings, starting from the children of the ummi and women of ummi relatives who came to visit from various corners of the city. Everything gathered late in happiness and let go of each other after a long time did not meet. They dissolve in small talk and forgive each other. But when we the helpers gathered and greeted the ummi, Ummi reminded us not to refute the words of ummi, the advice I knew, was directed at me.
"I forgive you, and I hope you obey all my commands, without rebutting!" abugn.
After the apology is over, then proceed with the meal. Maybe if in Indonesia it is commonly called a buffet, where all dishes are neatly arranged and ready to be enjoyed for all guests and family members who gather.
While feeding a small Oomar, suddenly from the front door a small group of families entered the room. I fell silent, looking closely at the woman who came beside a middle-aged woman. She, Laila and her mother who had passed me at the mall where I and Abdul Ro'uf were shopping for mobile phones. And beside him was Abdul Ro'uf. They join hands...
