Sumayahs

Sumayah Freedom

"Hiro?"

The two old men gave a smile as they repeated Sumayah's call to Rai. The young man's face suddenly turned red. Is he ashamed? Or reminiscing about the sweet time of being Sumayah's bodyguard.

"I love you, Hiro!" repeat the father again teasing.

"Dad, Mom, stop all that!" her door with all her eyes on the face getting red.

"Say! Did you change your name as Madam's bodyguard?" ask the mother as she walks closer.

Rai turned around to bring her steps into the house through the back door followed by two parents who continued to smile looking at their son's back.

"My name is Rai, ma'am. Madam herself who wants to call me that, said I was like a super hero who was always quick to help her," said Rai after landing his butt on a bench in the kitchen.

"So, do you feel valuable when you're Madam's bodyguard?" The mother's hand gently stroked her son's hair as it passed making him drink.

"It seems so. The mistress was always kind to all the servants who served her. Never once has the Madam been rude to all the workers in the mansion Mr. That, made him so respected and respected by everyone." Rai let out a long sigh recalling the memories that were so imprinted in his memories.

"Then, why do you hate the madam now?" ask the father who sat there with him. His mother came with two cups of coffee in hand.

Rai fell silent, remembering what caused her admiration to become hateful towards Sumayah.

"Mrs has made a fatal mistake. Making a noise in the mansion Master with his uncontrollable actions. The madam often even gave severe punishment to all the maids. It makes Master angry and excommunicate Madam," explained Rai staring blankly at the air on the ceiling of the house.

"Then, do you believe it after everything the Madam did just because of something that is still vague you then hate it?" his mother sat down and sat down near him.

Rai shook his head to digest every single strand of words from the mouth of the old woman who had given birth to him. The old hand gently brushed his sturdy shoulder channeled confidence into the heart of the son.

"Use your common sense, son! Your mom and dad are sure you're not a fool and aren't easily fooled!" mother's advice is firm.

Leaving behind Rai who was stunned after hearing the mother's advice, Sumayah continued to bring her footsteps through the corn fields of the population that was ready to be harvested. Baby Salim he covered so that when passing by the residents they did not see him.

He who uses a long veil given by the old woman makes it not easily recognizable. Sumayah passed through the corn field and arrived at a fertile pasture. Lots of cattle grazed there.

He walked without looking to the right and left and continued to take his steps through the meadow where the cattle filled the stomach. At the end of this place is a large road, vehicles of various sizes passing non-stop.

"That's the way! I have to get on the bus and get out of this city" Sumayah muttered as the paved road was already visible to her sense of sight.

He spurred quickly, looking for a place for him to take shelter with Salim. Sumayah sat in a hut waiting for the bus to come. There was nothing he carried but clothes attached to the body as well as plastic bags filled with money given from parents who helped him.

A bus stopped as he waved, Sumayah calmly sat in it without opening the veil she was wearing.

Five years have passed since Sumayah's departure from the house of the man who helped her. He went to a village far from his origin. Living as a farmer mingles with the locals. Remote villages away from the capital are also other villages.

He was in the field, growing all kinds of vegetables without complaining. Many praised the tenacity of Sumayah, she worked without feeling burdened when she had to carry Salim in the fields. Sumayah is a strong woman.

"No, Mother! I want to take Siro to the field" said the Five-year-old boy who had been covered in mud all over his body.

Sumayah shook her head while smiling lightly. He returned to tidy up his gardening equipment and prepared to go home.

"Mother Salim, are you going home yet? Tidy yet?" ask one of the residents who also farm near the fields owned by Sumayah.

"Yes, Mom. Salim took our cattle in the field first, excuse me, ma'am!" pamit Sumayah while lifting the harvest today that he will sell to middlemen in the village.

He walked on the edge of the field, down the path to the field where Salim used to herd his goats. He smiled as Salim stood waiting for him on the sidelines.

"Come, Son! What about Siro? Did he eat a lot?" ask Sumayah. They walked side by side to a simple hut house that the local people woke up to when he arrived in the village.

"Siro impregnates another goat, ma'am. Why doesn't he just marry a she-goat at home?" sumpul Salim while dragging the rope that tied Siro's neck. His male goat.

"Yes .. You have to put them together in a cage, baby. If they live separately, then your she-goat will never have children" said Sumayah who made Salim think.

"Unite them in one cage? Let Siro approach the new she-goat. Great idea!" he said that made Sumayah scramble her hair.

"You're smart!" said. Salim patted his chest which he poked with pride.

Orange light at dusk, shadowing the village road they passed. Life as a farmer does not make Sumayah discouraged, he actually looks happy with his current life.

"Come, wash your hands and feet after inserting Siro into the cage" Sumayah told Salim who walked to the back of the house where Siro slept.

"Siro! From tonight you'll sleep with her. Get to know him and give me a funny goat boy!" salim said as he rubbed the feathers of Siro before closing the cage door and locking it.

He approached Sumayah who was still waiting for him to wash his hands and feet before entering the house. The huts made of bamboo webbing were enough to protect them from the scorching sun and rain.

"Mother, I heard from friends that we're not from this village? Is that true?" salim asked after performing the four rakaat at night.

Sumayah turned around, she rubbed Salim's cheek gently while smiling sweetly.

"Yes, honey. The mother is from a city far from here for one reason then, Mother brought you to live here. One day we will definitely return there when you grow up" said Sumayah.

His words formed a twinkle in Salim's dark bead. With Kevin's eyes.

'When you grow up, I'll introduce you to the whole world until your father knows that his son can live well without a helping hand!' sumayah said in her smallest heart.