The Nurse's Choice of Man

Orphaned

At three o'clock in the morning Amara woke up from her sleep. While opening his eyes, he got up from the bed, then lowered his legs and sat on the lip of the bed for a moment.

Drowsiness still dominates it early today, especially with very cold room temperatures. Her clenched fingers moved to silence her wide-open mouth as she yawned. Trying to fight drowsiness and laziness, he then got up and walked to the bathroom located in his bedroom to take ablution water to perform tahajjud prayer as usual.

In one third of the night, Amara fell down and bowed to Him solemnly to perform the tahajjud prayer. Not to forget also a prayer he said to his parents who have died.

A deep longing led him to pray with tears. That's what has made him feel at home lingering on the prayer mat with a warm white mucena.

Wiping tears on her cheeks, Amara then grabbed a photo of her deceased parents located on the nightstand to then hug her tightly.

Dad, Mum. May you both be happy in heaven, Amara promises to always send prayers to you, her mind with a smile.

Taking off her arms, Amara looked as her hands moved to feel the picture of two smiling human faces so sweet. Again the ripples of water seemed to coat the clear netra, until he again sobbed and then dyed the image blocked by clear glass a long time before then re-hugged it tightly.

The long, plump eyelids were again closed, imagining the warmth of his parents' arms when he was a child.

"Uh... Ah...!" There was a moaning sound coming from the next room accompanied by the sound of a mattress sound that sounded pressed. The sensual noise had disturbed Amara's daydream and forced the girl to glance at the parapet of her room with the next room.

Amara wiped away the tears left on her cheeks with her jeans. He grunted annoyed. The beautiful shadow of his parents had to be torn apart because of that unpleasant sound.

Why did this voice appear at this moment? Fitting again his cry again. The newlyweds are the newlyweds. But look at dong's condition! The world doesn't just belong to you two, does it?! So is this house! Amara muttered inwardly.

Amara, a nurse in a large hospital in the capital, lives and occupies one of the many official houses that are deliberately built not far from the hospital where she works.

In the two-room house, she lived with her senior nurse, Diana. Diana herself was a newlywed.

Because of the long distance to the workplace of the husband, make them separate homes and meet once a week or even during holidays.

But because this is his birthday, the husband also came to give a surprise at the same time to stay overnight at the place of the wife.

Amara took off the mucena that was still attached to her body before folding it neatly. He got up and stepped into the wardrobe to store his face.

The twenty-two-year-old girl laid her body on the bed with a slight annoyance. Her virgin and saintly self must listen to this terrible voice.

As if he did not pay attention to the circumstances around, the sound was even louder to make Amara have to cover her ears with a pillow. He was so impatient to wait for the morning to throw away this shame.

Uh, those who do why even Amara should be ashamed huh?

Although she tried, Amara could not close her eyes. He could only roll around on the bed with an agitated feeling and heart.

Amara moves her hand to pick up the phone she put on the nightstand. The clock still shows at four in the morning, but why does the hawa feel this hot. Even tonight the rolling time feels very long just to welcome the eyes of the day to arrive.

Though it had been a dozen years his parents left, but like just yesterday when his father and mother say goodbye to go out of town.

They kissed the top of Amara's head a little longer than usual. Until the faces of both are no longer visible when the car carrying both parents drove away from home.

Little Amara still faithfully waved her hand until the car disappeared at the end of the road. The little girl's sweet smile faded as the shadow of the car vanished from view. Slowly Amara lowered her raised hand and squeezed the edge of her shirt tightly.

I don't know why that day he felt so hard to let go of his parents. Just a sense of unwillingness, because for children who are still as small as Amara certainly do not understand about a bad feeling.

As with that day, Amara never thought that it was the last wave of his hand on the Mother's Father. Even their last kisses and hugs still Amara felt her warmth until this moment.

"What do you want to eat, baby?" ask grandma while smiling when she will take food for her granddaughter.

"Wear the fried chicken of mother's cooking, Grandma," replied Amara while pointing to a plate containing several pieces of fried chicken favorite. Amara's mother always took the time to prepare food for the princess before she left.

"Wear vegetables?" Ask the grandmother again.

"No grandma. Chicken is enough for Amara." Amara received the plate from the grandmother's hand with pleasure.

Sitting in the chair next to the granddaughter, the grinning grandmother looked at the sinless face that was still so innocent it was so good to eat her food. The round and clear eyes seemed to sparkle happily eating the dishes that the mother had prepared for her. But no one knew if it was the last dish that his mother had prepared for Amara.

Some mouthfuls of the dish entered Amara's stomach, but they were startled by the sound of a loud knock coming from the outside door.

"Don't you know, baby, grandma open the door first." After saying goodbye, the middle-aged woman then got up and hurriedly walked towards the door.

Amara was still on the spot and continued eating, faintly listening to her grandmother's conversation with someone out there.

Little Amara was so surprised when she saw the grandmother who was suddenly hysterical and crying. Dropping the spoon in his hand, he immediately ran to meet the grandmother who had been sitting on the floor in panic.

Crouching on the side of the granny who was sitting limp, Amara's tiny hand won the old grandmother's arm, while her clear eyes looked at the middle-aged woman with a confused face. "Why are you crying?" she shook the arm she was holding.

Instead of answering, the grandmother who had broken tears actually hugged Amara's body tightly. His cry exploded even more when he thought of that little girl who knew nothing.

"Oh Allah, why is your trial so hard for us, O Allah!" the cry in the middle of the grandmother's cry sounded so heartbreaking.

Although Amara knew nothing, but she could feel the sadness experienced by her grandmother was so deep. The sad feeling felt so stifling, that inevitably it pushed his tears out.

The days that he went through with happiness seemed to not give him a chance to understand sadness and tears. Because Amara was born and grew up surrounded with love and affection from the people around. So that the girl goes through her days with joy.

But when he saw his parents were stiffened, and put into one hole as their last bed, Amara felt like someone was tearing something into her chest to cause invisible pain.

The girl screamed hysterically, unwillingly as people piled the bodies of her parents with the ground. He was crying so much. Thrashing with all his might trying to escape the arms of the relatives who held his tiny body with tears. Hoping to stop the bad guys and help his parents out of that deep hole.

"Why are you hoarding my father and mother! What if they can't breathe! How will they wake up later if they are buried like this! Wake up my mother's father again, I beg you!" amara's shrill cries and screams were deafening, coloring the funeral of her parents.

Amara grew increasingly disappointed and angry when no one ignored her words. Even the grandmother who had always loved and gave what she asked for, now seemed to ignore her wishes. Instead let those people bury the parents heartlessly.

"Mother, Mara come with me! Dad, don't leave Mara. Mara come with who! Grandma doesn't even care about Amara, Mom ...!" little Amara's tears broke as her parents' bodies were now completely covered with tomb soil.

Making those who see it powerless to hold back the tears of pain watching the little girl have to be orphaned in an instant when the lives of both parents are taken at the same time.

This would certainly incur a gaping wound his entire life. The love of parents who were taken forcibly in their childhood.

Age is god's secret. No one knows even if they have made a covenant first.

The sound of the morning adhan that reverberated spread the daydream of Amara instantly. He wiped the remaining tears on his cheeks while rising from his lying place.

He stepped into the bathroom to clean himself and took the ablution water which he then continued with the dawn prayer. Because at the time of prostration he felt close to the creator and with his parents who had been in heaven first.

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