The Destiny of the Step Child

Letter from Farhan

I was stunned to not understand what Mr. Hannan meant just now.

I can not deny with everything that happened to make something rustle in there.Antara shy, happy, confused, everything combined into one unusual taste.

His friendly figure in the classroom, but quiet and quiet when outside the classroom, makes it all the more confusing.

I just shut up and bowed.

Thankfully, my face is covered in niqob, hopefully Mr. Hannan can't guess my expression.

I finally made a sound

"How do you mean, sir"tanyaku.

Silent.

"Aliya Fachira Az-Zahra you're an intelligent student, of course you understand what I mean."

"But, sir.."so to me.

"May be happy for us."

"I have another class" he replied .

Excuse me, too, and leave the library room, with a bad mind.

I went to class and couldn't concentrate until the last hour.

Keep my bike, and get home.

"Aliya.you've been home for a long time.The clothes, ironed, my room do not forget to be tidied up."his chat

" Yes Ma'am, but I pray and eat first Ma'am" I replied

"Don't pray for long.

If you want to eat, the rice was cooked first the same mother Sarah had eaten first.Oh yes, on the table there is a boiled egg half again.Tadi, Sarah bawain I meatballs, ' 'Oh yes ,from his girlfriend he said.So still the rest of his eggs half again.You eat aja.Soalya we are full, baby redundant."

"Yes, Mom."

I'm elapsed.

"All the bowls and plates under Sarah's bed don't forget to take them and wash them."

"Yes, ma'am." I answered

I performed the Zuhur prayer, and lifted the clothes and ironed, while waiting for the rice to ripen.

Then I cleaned up Mom and Sarah's room.

I found a bowl of used meatballs, plastic, as well as juice cups scattered hidden under the bed.Also satay wrap that has begun to mold.

I gulped.It's half three, and I haven't had lunch.

Sometimes I still shed my tears, even though I tried to hold it.

I rushed to eat with the rest of my stewed eggs and some of my unsalted leftovers.

After all, I decided to go to the mosque.There I taught teaching in an MDA.

There I could feel the calmness and comfort, learn and play with the children.

Adzan Ashar.

Very mellifluous.

Then, we pray Ashar which is imitated directly by the muezzin sound melodious earlier.

Yes ,ustadz Farhan Ananda Al Hafiz.

After the prayer, the girls panted and greeted me one by one.

There's only one more student, the beautiful Maryam.

Then, he salim me.

But it doesn't pass right away..

He asked me to open my hands and close my eyes.Then, put something in my hands.

Then, he ran, shouting.

"Ustadzah, this is from Ustadz Farhan" said little Maryam, handing him an envelope.

She is so adorable, with all her behavior.

Very funny and natural, typical of 3-year-olds, he's the youngest student, among other friends, who are already of elementary school age.

"Thank you dear." I said as I stroked her headscarf.

Oh yes, besides me, Farhan also teaches in this madrassa.She's the son of Mr. Burhan, the chairman of our village mosque.

Here I teach the children of\-children who are still Iqro.Sedangkan Farhan teach Al\-Qur'an, Tahfiz.Dia previously graduated one of the lodges Tahfiz Surabaya.

But, we rarely say hello.

Sometimes he looked at me from afar, when I accidentally looked at him.

At five, we're done.

As usual after that, I'm going to my real mother's house.

There I read the Qur'an and I sent it to my mother.Tear the grass around her tomb.To be clean and happy mother.

And I brought some flowers so that mom's grave would always be beautiful.

After that, I cuddle and kiss the gravestone that says mother's name, but almost a year mother left, my tears always fall when\-when I visit her.

My longing was a little treated, after visiting her.

Sometimes I tell him about everything I went through today.Also about the dilemma of my heart.Also Farhan and Mr. Hannan.

I'm sure, mom heard me.

After all I shared with mom, I went home

Only a hundred meters away.

When I got home, I greeted him, but no one answered.

And I went to the room.

Put yourself in bed.Try to relax and stretch your muscles and mind.Describe to the unusual \-things of today.

About Mr. Hannan's statement in the library.

Also Farhan.

Instantly, I remembered the letter that Farhan had given me, even through little Maryam.

I looked at the letter, and my feelings rippled as well for some reason.