The Smile of God for Marissa

Return to Refugee Camp

You said that about Mr. Seno. Who is Mr Seno ?” manya curious. I looked at Lina's slightly pale face.

“He's the soldier you've always been with.” Answer thus. I frowned at me.

“Army who is always with me?” muttered. I imagined one by one volunteers who were always with me, but I could not find any of them.

“As long as you're gone, he's always pondering in the front garden of the mushola. He always plays his phone but somehow his face is always unhappy. When he saw me passing in front of him, he called me and asked me a lot about you. Risa, I thought she loved you so much.” Lina took a deep breath. There's a day on his face and to me it's very funny. I laughed seeing her expression, and hearing my laughter, she looked at me annoyed.

“You think I'm just kidding?” tanyanya. I was so scared to see his face. He just wanted to swallow me. I immediately covered my face with a pillow and didn't want to say anything to her.

“As you go, many terrible events about refugees, Ris. From the discovery of the victim to the funeral process. I get goosebumps when I remember.”

“You don't want to share with me ?” askaku. Lina looked at my face seriously.

“You've even laughed at me.” Legally.

“Sorry, I was by accident. I just laughed at your expression. You're funny when you talk. Four days without seeing you, I lost my best friend. You're getting weird with the burden of your mind.”

“hhh, if you experience what I'm going through, Ris. You might feel the same way as me. I repeatedly saw the condition of the landslide victim presented in front of me. That might change my behavior. I'm like traumatized.”

Lina shed tears. I hugged her body and I let her cry in my arms.

“If you want, you can stop your activities there.” I said after I saw Lina calm down.

“O yes, how about doctor Wildan and doctor Irawan ?” put aside the topic of conversation just to lighten Lina's burden.

“They've returned to the cage.”

“ha ha ha, you think they bear back to the cage ?” Lina pinched my arm.

“You don't want to go to Camp ?” Lina laid her body on my couch. He looked at my face expectantly. I do not know what events he has experienced so that it can turn my best friend into this. Quiet and not much behavior like a few days ago before our separation.

“I'm still tired.” Sahutku. There was a sudden sense of laziness that infiltrated. One week without Shamsa and Qomar is the most peaceful time I have ever had. And I don't want to dirty my heart with envy anymore.

I took the book stacked in front of me, I opened it on the original page and read it.

“ Remember the guardians of God, there is no concern for them, nor are they sad. (It is) those who believe and they always fear.”( QS 10:62-63)

I was embarrassed to read the letter. Shame on God. Shame on everyone around me, as well as the people at the shelter school. They are getting trials that far exceed my heart's current pain. They were suffering, which was much more painful than the heartache I was experiencing. I am ashamed of God. Just because of a broken heart, my heart grieves, grieves and languishes. How could God have trusted me with a heavier trust if I faced the slightest problem I fell.

Astarghfirullahal.

Lord, forgive your weak servant !Maybe I'm a whiny. But from now on I promise, I will no longer be tempted to indulge the passions that will hold me in prolonged grief.

By saying Bismilbornohmaanirrohiim, today I am willing to let go of the burden that should never have existed. Heart relieved. This is the beginning of my life to start new things that are more beneficial to my life and my family and environment.

Lina told me to sleep at her boarding house.

Friday's sermon was just over I heard at the horn mosque. Just got off my face and it’s time for me to go to the shelter school that was used as a refugee camp. I want to see Syamsya and the others. Four days struggling with essai, I want to refresh my brain.

I opened the door and I turned my head around and there was probably a friend at home but nothing. Everyone is busy with their activities outside the home. I closed the door and locked it and finally put my light foot towards the east. There are not many vehicles on Suprapto. Only one or two private vehicles passed.

I stopped a motorized rickshaw and ordered me to drive to District B. Half an hour later, I arrived at the location. A school whose condition is still the same as when I left a few days ago. The difference is that it is much cleaner now.

“Assalamualaikum” a voice stopped my steps. I turned my head to the right, to the source of the voice that was now standing with a smile that greeted me.

“Wa aleikum salam warahmatullah, Brother how are you?”

“Alhamdulillah good. Marissa's own sister how are you ? How's the results?” I haven't answered that question yet, suddenly a little girl came running up to me. There was a beautiful twinkle of eyes welcoming me and the twinkle of those eyes grew even more beautiful as he excitedly greeted me.

“Mbak Risa's. When did Risa come ? “ Cuddle her body tightly. The little girl in my arms let go of her embrace and looked at me happily. “Mbak Risa said champion yes ? What champion Mbak ?”he added.

“Alhamdulillah Rin, Sister Risa got the gold medal. “

“The golden medal is what champion Kak ? “ asked Arina to the man in front of me innocently. Arina is Nina's friend. The friend who always accompanied Nina when her mother taka da and the time before Nina brought her uncle to Jakarta.

“Vote one, Sweet sister. Risa got the first champion. Hebatkan ?” Arina hugged me hearing the explanation from the young man before me.

“O yes, this is Brother bring a book for Arina. Hopefully useful yes “ Arina received a book that I wrapped with blue gift paper. He immediately ran over and shouted to his mother happily. The man in front of me who was waiting for my answer smiled.

“Amins. Thank you, Brother. But sorry, that arrogant one is me ? “ my question is curious. I want to spill my anger on him. How could I be arrogant. I don't think there's a word in my dictionary.

“Iya was arrogant once, but I remember before Adik left for Jakarta, there was a call from a new number in reject. Though the phone is a lecturer. Whatsapp from my number. Does not count yes, because Adik has become an idol among students in Indonesia.” His word. The water is sour and this makes me feel even more guilty.

“Astaghfirullah, why can Big Brother have such an assumption ? Though it was not at all widened in my heart . .”

“Try Little Sister see, this message is already double-checked and blue, it means that Dik Risa has read this. “ male cool abiz in front of me shows his cellphone to me. I immediately took my phone and opened it. Right, the message has been sent and I've read it. “True ? New number does not count.”He said as he left me. I can't do much. In the heart can only regret actions that are so unkind. With gontai I set foot to meet the refugees who were sitting in the hall, greeting one by one.

After I call all the refugees, I put my bag in the princess's bedroom that's clean. The bags that were usually piled up in the room are now gone. I just remembered, Syamsya may have been with Qomar staying somewhere, somewhere, while my other daughter's friend . . . . ? I don't know. There was a sudden sense of loss that slipped. Our time together has been lost with my four-day departure to Jakarta and it is very sad.

I set foot into the yard and immediately joined with the officer who was making a temporary shelter for avalanche victims.

In silence I can only look at the activity that is now being presented in front of me. I saw that Shamsya and the others were busy lifting the wooden beams ready to be used as the support pole of the fifth house. My presence was not noticed and this made me feel even more distant. Confused by the situation I experienced today, I finally stuck my ass in a big rock not far from the cacophony of the citizens.

“Mbak Rissa can help weave these coconut leaves into bleketepe ? “ asked Mr. Samsul the village head. He thrust a stem of coconut leaves ready to wicker and immediately I received. I'm looking for an empty place I can use to weave bleketepe. Bleketepe is a woven coconut leaf that people usually use to make the roof of the hut. My father used to rely on me to make it. I still take the time to regret my accident not reply Whatsapp from a new number. For half an hour, three bleketepes are ready to use.

“besides smart college Adik turned out to be smart also yes weaving.” Praise the soldier I met a few weeks ago while sitting in front of me

I nodded with a smile. “I apologize for all the mistakes I've made Brother,” I said slowly. The man just smiled. He took the finished bleketepe and he made it his seat.

“ Said sister lectured at psychology faculty ?” the question is far from the topic I created. I kept quiet, didn't answer the question because I knew it wouldn't mean anything. I put the third bleketepe and I took the next one of the coconut leaves ready for me.

“I've forgiven. It was just kidding. Sorry yes ! “he said softly barely muttering. I was intentionally silent. I want him to wonder about me. I don't want to be too aggressive to respond to every man so I seem to need it most. No. gabe. I prefer to be quiet and let others think of me as they wish.

“Now is being an angry sister? Asked not to answer, “cambangannya with a smile looking at me. The bustling atmosphere in front of us did not make him ashamed to be in front of me.

“Nothing I need to answer. Sorry, you can help weave these coconut leaves. Instead of just sitting daydreaming waiting for an answer from someone who does not want to answer at all. “ my answer is still with my busy weaving. This mysterious man I see does not care what I say. He was still sitting quietly in front of me and remained with his question to me.

“ If the child psychology means very good at overcoming problems. Smart to bring yourself and bla bla bla. .. ” I don't mind all the compliments.

One sentence that concerns my ear is good at dealing with problems ? I even felt how unworthy I was to be a psychologist. How is it possible ? I can overcome other people's problems but I myself fail to overcome my own problems.

“ Little Sister daydreaming?”

“ No . Just thinking about one sentence. It could be that the sentence came from the bottom of the heart or appeared to insult. “ Say ketus.

“What does it mean ? My words came from the bottom of my heart.”sambungnya. I smiled. I know he's just teasing. Not a single sentence I spewed just to liven up the atmosphere.

“Why does Dik Risa smile ? Something wrong with my words?” I started to misbehave. His eyes are sharp towards me.

“Silver, before today, or rather yesterday when we were not as familiar as we are now, everyone knows that my heart is hurt, jealous and envious to see someone close to people, you are the tranquilizer. When I cry, sad and I don't know if you're the psychologist. I wasn't. Don't be like a turtle in a boat. I still remember very much. Everything was. How inappropriate it is that I become a psychologist who overcomes his own problems. I even have trouble doing all the advice I often use to help people problems.”gumamku.

“No hair cutter can cut his own hair well. Just natural. Brother needs someone else to be able to solve his own problems.”I'm down. I don't want to feel together for long. I also did not want to linger next to him until I unconsciously stood up and pleaded with him.

“ We still haven't said much right?”her door. ‘Sit down, I want to talk more so I can take a lot of knowledge from smart students like you.”

“ Sorry, Brother, it feels like I have to leave immediately. It's not good here. Many eyes are looking towards us. I don't want them to assume that I'm taking advantage of the situation to get close to Brother. Assalamualaikum”

The soldier in front of me pulled my hand and invited me to sit on the bleketepe that I had woven regardless of my angry expression.

“I'm so happy to talk to smart people. Please, please don't leave me.” Her request. I sat following his orders.

“Tell me about the background that makes Adik can like the world write.” He took his cell phone and whatever he was doing, he pointed his phone at me. Maybe he's doing a mock interview to make his memory full, or he's looking around acting.” I haven't answered the question, my phone rang. I saw my mother's name on the call. I shifted the green phone and finally I called my mom

“Assalamualaikum, Mother.”

“You're really naughty brother huh. Time at the airport did not stop by the house. Don't you miss mommy ?” mother's loud voice made the man in front of me frown his forehead.

“Im sorry Marisa Mom. Not that we didn't miss, but the campus wanted us to go straight home because the rector and regent were waiting for the celebration last night. Insha Allah ahead of Risa home yes.”

“Ya already then. Greetings to your friends there yes.”

“ Insha Allah, Mom. Mom how are you ?”

“ Ibu Alhamdulillah well. Yes, already then. Close first yes, assalamualaikum”

“ Waalaikum greetings warahmatullah”