Sumayahs

Salim's Attitude

The days Sumayah lived happily in that peaceful village. With Salim he never again found suffering. Somehow is Kevin and his people in town? Are they still looking for traces of both? Sumayah did not think about that anymore.

For now the main priority is Salim. How to raise her in that still very backward village. At the age of five years, Salim has not been educated in school. He only received lessons from Sumayah. It's okay, just a few more years Sumayah has decided to leave the village and settle in a city.

"Mother, someone came looking for Mama" said Salim to Sumayah who was preparing breakfast.

"Who, honey?" asked Sumayah without turning away from the cooking she was stirring on the furnace.

"Uncle yesterday, he was looking for Mom and wanted to talk to Mom," Salim replied still standing in the doorway with a bent face.

Sumayah picked up the boiler and moved the vegetables she cooked into another container. He took her to the dining table.

"What's wrong with you? Why is your face bent?" Sumayah approaching. His index finger gently touched Salim's chin.

"I don't like any man approaching Mom. Did you like that Uncle?" salim said, he brazed a look at the beautiful and gentle humor of Sumayah.

Sumayah smiled, she turned to hold both of Salim's shoulders and greeted him gently.

"Listen, honey! For now I don't think of any man. Only the male Salim always bothered Mom's mind. Nothing else," said Sumayah still raised her lip line to form an upward arch.

"What about Dad? Isn't he a great man? Why didn't you ever tell me about Dad?" sue Salim. The smile on Sumayah's lips disappeared. Her happiness evaporated as her tiny lips asked about her father. How should he answer?

Their beads are still glued to each other. Slowly, Salim looked at the ripples on Sumayah's sad face. Her warm bead radiated a deep sadness. Whether conscious or not, but Salim can catch it clearly even he can see the corner of his mother's watery eyes.

Sumayah's lips twitched, her heart wanted to say something about everything Kevin had done to them, but her tongue seemed to be clenching all the words that were already at the end.

Salim understood what his mother was feeling right now. He held both hands around Sumayah's neck. Dropped his face on the sturdy shoulder that had been a backrest for him all along.

"I'm sorry, Mother. If the story about Dad made Mom cry, I wouldn't ask her again. I love Mom, only Mom I have in this world" said Salim, burying his face on his mother's shoulder.

Sumayah could not help but cry, the clear circle fell without pause. He returned Salim's embrace to kiss the fragile little shoulder in his arms.

Salim took off his arms, his two little hands rubbed alternately the tears that seeped down his bidadari cheeks.

"Never shed a tear except for happiness, Mother!" said. Sumayah was very happy to hear that. Having Salim alone in this world is enough for him. He doesn't want anything anymore.

"Thank you, dear," said Sumayah as she showered Salim's face with a kiss.

Slowly the light came to me

Light up the darkness of my soul

That smart little figure

Cooled the hollow of my heart

The birds sing sweet

The sun shines haru

You're the figure of Mother's heart

The song was sung by Sumayah every night before their sleep. Salim loved it so much, the soft tone of the verse was so shahdu. Make Salim not feel afraid when you have to close your eyes.

"Assalamu'alaikum!"

The sound of greetings spread the novelty of Sumayah.

"Sit down! I'll meet him for a minute!" pinta Sumayah as she left Salim who was still filled with questions in her heart about how the figure of the father.

Sumayah wore her veil, she walked over to the bamboo door of her house.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam!" he said as he opened the door for guests who came uninvited in the morning blind like that.

"Yes ... What's the matter early in the morning coming home?" asked Sumayah without further ado when the figure of the young man who never tired always chased after himself to get a return of love.

He smiled awkwardly, his face blushing. Sumayah furrowed her forehead looking at him. He did not understand what happened to the man that made him not give up pursuing the love of Sumayah.

"A-anu, Sari .. sa-I'd like to invite you to a simple event that Mother held at home. Are you ready to come?" he said while giving a piece of paper with an invitation to dinner from the richest and most prominent family in the village. Not many could set foot in that house, unless those lucky ones received special attention from the people in the mansion.

"What's the show this weekend?" asked Sumayah after reading the row of letters contained on the gold-colored paper. Elegant and characterizes how the maker.

"Yes, Sari. I hope you can be present at the event, my extended family wants to see you, "he hoped with pupils deliberately rippled to convince Sumayah.

"If there is no obstruction insha Allah I come, but apologize when I can not come later," replied Sumayah expressionlessly.

The young man was clumsy, smiling awkwardly while scratching his non-itchy temple.

"Alright, Sari if so please excuse me!" Without greetings and without waiting for Sumayah's reply, the young man turned away from Sumayah's humble residence with great disappointment.

Sumayah did not reject him verbally, but the flat face was enough to tell her clearly that Sumayah refused to come. He was lazy to deal with the rich. They were all the same, wearing masks to cover up their rot.

Sumayah squeezed out the fancy invitation paper, threw it at the trash pile next to the house, turned around and closed the door tightly. All that, witnessed by the young man who had not fully left.

Disappointed, angry mixed with determination to conquer the one-child widow. That is the opinion of the local villagers even though they do not know exactly what Sumayah life is like. They called it that because since his arrival to the village, never once saw Sumayah hut visited by someone.

"Mother!" call Salim as soon as the figure of the mother appears behind the bamboo wall that blocks between the room and the kitchen.

Sumayah's tense face, instantly softened upon hearing Salim's call. He carved a smile as he walked closer.

"Why, baby?" tanyanya opened the plate for Salim and for herself.

"Did Uncle take Mom away again?" ask Salim. His flat face reflects Kevin's cold demeanor, but in his heart he has a great love for those he deserves to love.

"You know? Only Salim will you accept his invitation, other than Salim .. then they do not deserve to take Mom away," said Sumayah crouching at Salim's small feet and clasping her fingers.

"really?" ask Salim stiffly.

"of course! Because there is only one Salim in Mother's heart. There's nothing else!" said Sumayah who suddenly published a smile on the tiny lips of the five-year-old boy.