Taint

The Surprising Photo

My heart rate is getting ridden, I'm afraid that reason carries a wound that rips the soul. This is the only bright spot to fix the obsolete titian, I will not be able to if this point is again removed.

"High your eyes, reminding Mother of Arina, she is the daughter of Mother who is gone. If he's alive, maybe his age isn't much different from yours, son. Since looking at you that night, your memory was immediately on him. Meeting you, as if Mother rediscovered the long-lost child of Mother," explained Ms. Fatimah who then made me flabbergasted.

"Mr___"

"Sorry" whispered Fatimah.

"It's okay, Mother, it's me who apologizes, my presence makes Mother's wounds gap again." I hugged Fatimah's body tightly. I felt his body tremble, maybe the wound was indeed shaking his soul.

"You don't mind, do you, Mother's child?" whispered Miss Fatimah.

"No, Mother," I answered while enjoying her warm embrace.

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The sun is leaning toward the west, its scorching rays slowly dimming and warming. Me and Ms. Fatimah had arrived at the center of the city, a solid and solid building, reminding me of the heavy burden. Malang City, I finally returned to this place again. Nindi, Reza, Daniel, the opportunity to meet now lies in sight.

"Destiny brought me back to this city, hopefully here too I find a way out of the wound." I sat up while commenting on a bitter smile.

The car turned to the right, passing a very familiar road to me. I lowered my head and let out a long sigh, I brushed aside all the memories that had been knitted in that place.

"Kirana, do you know this place?" ma'am Fatimah asked, perhaps she realized my suddenly moody expression.

"Yes, Mother. I had an education at the front campus" I replied, without raising my face.

"You mean Trijaya University?" ask Ms. Fatimah.

"Yes. Mother knows?" I asked while looking.

"Know dong, Mother's niece is there to study there, her name is___"

Not yet had time to continue the Fatimah sentence, suddenly there was a motorist who went against the flow. Fatimah's mother was drunk, and almost hit her. Luckily, the speed of the car can still be controlled, so there is no accident. However, we were both very shocked and trembling.

"Astagfirullahal. Thank God, God, you are still protecting the servant." Ms. Fatimah breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's reckless that people, don't love what lives," he continued, grumbling.

I took the half-living mineral bottle, then I gulped it down to the toilet. I was so shocked by what just happened.

"Kirana, are you okay, son?" Fatimah's mom grabbed my arm.

"No, Mother, just a little shocked." I shook my head while smiling.

Shortly after, a car passed in front of Trijaya University. I looked at him and disappeared from sight. The pain returned heartbreaking. My relationship with Daniel, evident in the illusion, we laughed together, joked, walked together, and carved a love as beautiful as twilight. Ahh, all remain memories, a story that left the deepest wounds.

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The chanting of azan magrib resounded, along with the roar of a car that had just stopped in the garage. I have arrived at the house of Ms. Fatimah, a magnificent house that is no less good than the house of Mayra. I went down and looked around, the courtyard of a very beautiful house. There was a fountain, and the various types of flowers that flourished around it, were very well maintained.

"Come, Kirana," asked Fatimah.

"Yes, Mother." I nodded and followed his steps.

I was stunned when I entered his house. I was greeted with luxurious and elegant furniture, I was sure every item was here, not cheap stuff. Shimmering trinkets, decorate every corner. I'm really amazed by it.

"Kirana, take a shower, yes, after that we pray together. Mother had told Aunt to prepare some clothes for you." Fatimah opened the door of the room right in front of me.

"Yes, Mother." I nodded and went into the room.

I immediately cleaned myself up, and wrapped my body in long brown pajamas. I stepped out, and it turned out that Miss Fatimah was waiting for me there. He smiled and gave me face.

"We pray in the mosque, yes. It's okay even though it's too late, later pray yourself with Mother," said Ms. Fatimah.

"Yes, Mother." I nodded and walked beside him.

We walked towards the mosque which was right next to the house.

Shortly after, we arrived at the mosque. Many small children greeted us, they greeted us and all were compact shouting 'kangen, Mother'. After responding to them, we prayed together. After praying, I sat down and gave thanks to God. Do not forget to also ask for forgiveness, and ask for directions for my life after this.

"Kirana, you go home first, yes, Mommy still accompanies the children here. Come back later, and pray isya' congregate, yes," said Bu Fatimah after praying.

"Yes, Mother." I nodded and left. Now I know, Ms. Fatimah is the njai teacher in this mosque.

I walked home feeling relieved, I was more and more convinced that Ms. Fatimah was a sincere person. I opened the main door slowly, then I waltzed in while carving a smile.

But soon, my smile faded. My eyes stared at the picture frame displayed on the corner table, in the living room. I approached and looked at the face painted inside the frame. My body sculpted instantly, even my blood flow seemed to stop right now.

Seriate...

Guess who is Miss Fatimah's niece?

Daanannn about whose photo Kirana saw?