The Best Shera's

CHAPTER 12 Let's be Passionate

I don't know where the market is! Milka went alone. And it's my job to look after these kids while cooking. Today's our meal menu, tempe orek and chicken soup. Thank God, Milka did not know, if I was shopping with my personal money, before cooking I also saw the contents of the kitchen, which I found only eggs. I guess the days they just ate eggs. Therefore, my initiative to shop with my personal money. Thank God, the stall is close to this halfway house, I just need to cross.

"Sister, how is your cooking so fragrant? am I hungry?" A boy approached me.

"Who's your name?" I smiled at him.

"My name is Rio?" He put his hand on me. I warmly welcomed her tiny hands.

"Sister shera's name. Patience yes......Ready to cook we wait for all our family members. If it's all complete, did we eat together?" I rubbed Rio's hair so that he was not disappointed to have to wait.

"Sister is very pretty and nice. But brother must be prettier. If I wear a hijab like Milka's sister" Rio's words made me feel like I was struck by lightning, I just fell silent unable to say anymore.

Rio passed, without hearing my words again. Ofof course?I thought about Rio's words, even if he's a kid what he said is very true. I kept thinking about Rio's words. My head feels full of the word "hijab"

"Assynoltom..." Milka's voice was so soft. Finally what I was waiting for arrived as well.

"Waalaikumsalam" I rushed to help Milka carry all the groceries. Yes shop all sales needs, Insya Allah tomorrow we will start selling.

"Milka what's the money lacking?" I'm afraid the money I gave was less.

"No, more than enough?" I was so happy to see Milka's face so happy.

Since all the members of this house are complete we also rushed, eating dishes made with love and happiness. I don't know why I'm so happy, I don't think I can shed any more tears. They are all like a family. I am so grateful to be in this city. Time gives me one surprise.

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My habit began to do again, this time I woke up at 4 am to process a wet cake that I have to sell today. Thank goodness I did not do it alone, milka intervened to help me.And the two girls who are currently sitting on the bench of Pomegranate and Melly High School, they also helped me.

Since it was our first day of selling, I made 5 kinds of wet cakes, I have not dared to sell too much. I made risols, pancakes, mud cakes, steamed sponge and layer cakes. Some of my work will be brought pomegranate and Melly to school to be presented, the rest is my job to go to the market to peddle it.

Not felt, the sound of the azan reverberating with the merdunya, we also exchanged prayers. As long as I am here, I am so close to my Lord, I am taught to be grateful and to keep my commandments. It felt a lot different when I was at uncle's house, I prayed only once in a while.

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"Sister shera we brought how much" Pomegranate whispered to me.

" Sister bring you 50 seeds. This box is yours, yes" I'm putting a white box on them.

"Okay sister shera, brother we say yes?" They kissed my hands and Milka's.

" Bismillah, may the sale run out today, Spirit......" Pomegranate and Melly so excited .

The four of them left school, pomegranate and Melly Sitting in 2nd grade High School, while Bima was in 3rd grade High School and Rey was in 3rd grade Junior High School. The four of them are very compact, I'm happy to see them.

"Shera, here are some clothes, skirts and hijabs. Last night I bought it for you? I'm sure you're very pretty if you're in hijab, I know you may not be used to it but trust me you'll get used to it!" Milka thrust it at me. I'm so moved. Even if I'm not ready to wear it, but I'll try.

"Later we learn together about hijab and Islam, because I am still learning" Milka stared at me endlessly. It feels to my heart, there was a local earthquake that made me really want to wear this hijab.

" Milka, thank you...... I'm so touched by all this. Issssss..... sucks I want to cry because I'm moved" Milka hugged me like we were a brother and sister.

"After both my parents died, only you and the children are here to keep me alive. Thanks Shera came at the right time?" I was shocked by Milka's statement, what I thought was true happened.

" Come the spirit of Milka..... I'm here, you can't be sad anymore! We're starting a new leaf, a spirit....... Milka" I keep cheering her declaration of passion for her. But Milka replied with a smile that wiped away the tears. I wiped her tears with both hands.

" Milka I brought Rio with me, because I don't know which market? Indeed Rio is only 7 years old, but let me go with him." Milka quickly nodded and called out to the boy.

I rushed to the room to change my appearance. I'm wearing a black skirt a maroon red shirt and a black headscarf. Suddenly there was another local earthquake in my heart. I know it's time, I learned to wear the hijab, not that I want to be praised, but it's my duty as a woman.

I'm out of my room.

"Sir Shera is very beautiful, Masya Allah?" Rio was smiling looking at my appearance. Fucking kid.

"God willing, your shera is so beautiful" This time Milka caught the virus praising me. Yeah, looking at me non-stop.

" You're too much, "I broke their conversation.

" Milka did I go, assalamualaikum?" I say goodbye to Milka and take this innocent boy with me. This boy kept looking at me nonstop.

Every step I take, I say bismillah, I just ask to be protected and ease my provision.

I carry the cake box in my right hand, my left hand holding Rio. It was amazing, not one bit he complained to me, even though it was 500 meters we walked. It was so cheerful, I don't know what made it so cheerful. Sometimes her cute voice screams

Cake...... Cake delicious ........Let's buy.....buy........

All the way I am entertained with this child, he always gave me a sting, this time an electric shock that was drained. Makes me more excited than him.