The Light of Love Salma

Who is Nabila, Ummi?

Salma walked back to the dormitory for a moment of rest before the dzuhur prayer time arrived.

"Astaghfirullah, you're still at home reading that book," Salma rebuked as she watched Tari still faithfully on the spot while reading the comic she covered with a regular notebook.

"This is a Salma comic, not a book, but also the responsibility if you want to keep it simple again. Another hour of school is still an hour away, so I can still relax here" replied Tari with a relaxed expression clearly drawn on her face.

"Aren't you tired of reading things like that?" salma asked curiously.

"That tired feeling can be covered with pleasure and comfort that I can get from this comic, so I invite you to read the comic so you know what it feels like," said Tari with a spirit that was clearly visible on her face.

"Okay, I'm lazy to see the image is not clear," rejected Salma who now began to pour himself on the floor carpeted and enjoy his leisure time.

"Don't like to go to bed early! not good Salma," this time Dance rebuked Salma.

"You don't see it's half-eleven, it's noon Dance" Salma said.

Dance was silent a thousand languages after hearing Salma's answer, in the pesantren both could not do much because they did not know what to do but relax after all their work was done.

"Assalamualaikum, I'm sorry does Miss Salma exist?" a santri came and asked Salma.

"Yes, what's wrong with you?" sahut Tari who is still loyal to his favorite comic.

"Salma's mother is called Ummi!" answer the santri.

"Oh, yes thank you for being told Ma'am," replied Tari.

"Sama-sama," replied the Santri as he passed away leaving the room.

"Salmas! wakeup!" Dance tried to wake Salma up.

"What the hell is dance? disturb people to sleep," lamented Salma with eyes still closed.

"You're called Ummi, get up and meet him!" Dance was still trying to wake Salma who looked sound and reluctant to wake up.

There was no response from Salma, apparently he went back to sleep, Dance who saw Salma back to sleep immediately reprimanded him.

"Woill!!! oh my goodness, wake up!!" this time the sound of Dance had gone up an octave shocking anyone who heard including Salma.

"Astaghfirullah, Dance! why are you screaming?" Salma who had begun to fall asleep immediately woke up to the scream of Dance which was enough to make Salma's ears pengang, because Tari shouted right near Salma's ear.

"Since I woke up you did not wake up, I woke up in wait for Ummi in ndalem." Tari said with an anxious expression looking at Salma who was still relaxed with her position.

"Ummi called, why didn't you just say it?" Salma who was fully aware even blamed Dance.

"Don't be angry! old cepet nyesel loh," said Salma with a seductive smile towards Tari then walked grabbing the veil and went to meet Ummi.

"As for you, good friend if I have not caught his head," Lirih Tari stared at the disappearance of Salma who disappeared behind the wall.

Actually Salma felt bad to see Ummi now, everything she felt because of Ummi's request that she still could not answer this morning, Salma continued to walk towards Ummi's house hoping that Ummi would no longer discuss matchmaking.

While in Ndalem Ummi was waiting for Salma, he planned to ask Salma for help to clean up Kafa's room while telling about his son.

"Assalamualaikum, Ummi" Salma said after arriving at Ummi's house.

"Waalaikum greetings, come in, son!" sahut Ummi with a soft tone as soft as silk.

"Ummi, call Salma?" tanya Salma made sure of the Dance speech.

"Yes, Ummi wants to help Salma help Ummi to clean the Kafa room," replied Ummi.

"Yes, Ummi, where's the room?" sahut Salma's.

"Come with Ummi!" hearing the statement of Salma Ummi immediately took Salma's hand, leading him into a room not far from the family room.

A room that looks neat and simple but comfortable with some expensive furniture neatly arranged in it. One large bad spring with a minimalist nightstand next to it, there is also a large dresser neatly arranged on the left side, there is also a long sofa facing the window all looking right in place.

"This is Kafa's room, Ummi's son, and that's his picture" Ummi said, pointing to a large enough photo hanging neatly on the wall right in front of the bed, the image of a man who looks so handsome and charismatic, has white skin and dimples makes him look more perfect, he looks smiling happily in the picture.

"Sit here!" pinta Ummi patting next to the sofa he was sitting on.

Hearing Ummi's request makes Salma confused, was not Ummi invited him into the room to clean up, why was he invited to sit? although in Salma's mind there were many questions, he could only keep quiet and obey what Ummi ordered.

"Yes, Ummi," said Salma while sitting in the place requested by Ummi.

After seeing Salma sitting, Ummi immediately stood towards the nightstand not far from where the two were sitting, Ummi took a photo album stored there and again walked closer to Salma.

"This is Kafa's album of memories, from he was a baby to adulthood" Ummi said as he opened the album he brought earlier.

Ummi told Salma a lot of things, starting from the cuteness and mischief that Kafa had done as a child.

"Kafa is among the children who can make Ummi's life so colorful, his obedience is also the attention he often gives makes Ummi feel lucky to have had it, but what Ummi felt was immediately sirnah since the presence of Nabila." the look on Ummi's face that had looked so happy now became sad, sad, like the sun covered with black clouds ready to spill water and flood the earth.

"When that's who Ummi is?" Salma who saw Ummi's expression suddenly turned sad immediately asked the name of a woman who seemed to have incised the wounds of Ummi's heart.

Whether what kind of woman could incur a wound in the heart of Ummi who has the heart like an angel, Ummi did not immediately answer Salma's question, he momentarily fell silent like gathering strength to tell everything to Salma who was now staring at Ummi with a curious facial expression.