The Smile of God for Marissa

Refugee Camp

Refugee Camp, where many refugees and volunteers gather. A new place for me to be a pleasant place, warm and always make the heart long. It is not because of the many casualties that we miss at 850 meters above sea level, but rather because a strong sense of unity has been formed here. A place where many souls unite, become one family and have a purpose in life to always share the responsibility for the realization of a peaceful, peaceful and prosperous society.

Many pairs of eyes stared, welcoming our arrival, sun campus volunteers. There was no hatred they showed Syamsya, the beautiful girl next to me. There were only happy gazes that they accompanied with smiles and hugs.

“ Assalamualaikum”ucapku slowly.

“ Wa alikumsalam”All welcome my greetings. Hamimah ran over. He hesitantly extended a hand to greet Shamsya, who from today would go out of his room and meet the people.

“ Mbak Syamsya .”He almost hugged the girl, but he finally abandoned his intentions. I don't know why. The middle-aged mother lowered her head and as she was about to leave us, Shamsya hit her head and cried in her arms.

“ Forgive me and the family of Bu Hamimah. Perhaps a lot of our behavior often makes Ms. Hamimah and other neighbors angry. “

“ We have forgiven, Ms. Syamsya. We live together now, Ma'am. But this is the ordeal, or perhaps the curse of the Almighty, as a rebuke to us, who are arrogant and do not want to thank His favor. “ said Bu Hamimah Iirih. Slowly he let go of the embrace of the ayu girl and gave the opportunity to other residents to greet Syamsya.

One by one they embraced and embraced Shamsya. Everyone was crying, and this was the beginning of his change of attitude. All seemed serious, talking about the events they had just experienced as well as Syamsya. With tears always wetting his cheeks, he told me all the events of his last fateful night with his family.

“ Now I'm a kara, Mom. Have no one.”tujarnya while wiping the tears with his hands.

“ Mbak Syamsya still got us. We can live together here. ‘ Bu Hamimah said slowly. Shamsya looked at all corners of the room anxiously.

“ We'll be here forever, Mom?” ask Syamsya.

“ Hopefully not. We all hope the government reawakens the house and we can come back to life like yesterday even if not in the same location.”

"Are we just going to wait for government help, ma'am? " ask Shamsya worried.

" How else, Ma'am. "

"Oh Allah, may you give us the strength to be able to escape all problems easily."

***

Today Shamsya won't let me go back to boarding. He asked me to accompany him to stay in the refugee camp. He said he wanted to share his experience and learn religion from me. I welcome all his good intentions.I hope that with our presence, his campus friends can ease his burden.

Ba’da maghrib, after we congregated with all the volunteers, I read the holy verses of the Quran for a while. I saw the shamsya listening and if I'm not mistaken, there are tears streaming down his cheeks. I stopped my activity and I saw him bow.

“ Mbak Syamsya why ? How to cry ?’ I closed my Koran mushaf, I slowly put it in my bag and sat facing it. I looked at her father's face which then turned red as it held back tears.

“ I remembered everything. My father, mother and brother who now may have calmed down in nature.” His gaze was pointing down.

“ We pray for them, may Allah give us the best place. Do not Mbak cry again, because Mbak's crying will only make them dark. “ said while stroking his back.

“ Astaghfirullah, I don't want them to suffer there. “ he said while wiping away tears. He immediately fixed his seat and raised his hands and prayed. After his prayer ended, he was silent. He directs the view out of the room.

“ Better Ma'am declares, and pray continuously every day, because only the prayers of the children of Sholeh will always accompany the parents.” my contact. This time I saw him down.

“ Just got my bachelor degree. The day before the avalanche came to destroy my family. I had just celebrated my victory, with them, when suddenly this storm came chasing and .. “nearly Shamsya smacked his hand into his head. I hugged him and for a moment after he calmed down I let go.

“ Already, we're talking about something else. Don't let Mba cry again.”

“ Dhik Risa, I know that you are a good and intelligent student. Student dream and campus idol. ’ucap Syamsya slowly.

“Who said ? Ma'am Syamsya the campus flower, more famous than me.”

“Not Dik, you're the famous one. Students in the economics faculty are always haunting you, many of my friends are talking about you a lot. Many of my friends want to know you. Why ? “

“Already, Ma'am. We don't have to discuss. We rest yes. Today I was very tired. “ I opened a pandan mat that was lying in the corner of the room and I held it to relax my body that was getting tired. My three days of waiting for Shamsya yesterday made me sleep less and my body started to feel a little troubled. My head felt dizzy and very heavy. I slowly shed my body and I tried to sleep. Seeing my actions Shamsya went out of the room. I don't know what he will do. Maybe he wants to chat with my friends outside. It's not that I don't want to care about him, but I really want to focus on the opportunity to treat the dizziness in my head.

At three this morning, I woke up. As usual I felt something wake me up like it was days ago. Slowly I sat down and I saw Shamsya and my friends still in their sleep. I finally focused my eyes on Syamsya the campus flower.

Well-favoured. So pretty.

Perhaps that made Qomar feel that he should make him his wage. Her slender oval face, appears sound in the cradle of a silent night. Only the sound of rain from noon flushed our earth faithfully accompanying us at this time. I heard there were still voices of people chatting outside. Maybe those who are on guard, watching the conditions may occur aftershocks.

I got up and walked towards the bathroom in the corner of the village hall to pray and establish my evening prayer.

“ Syamsya don't you invite ?” Qomar suddenly stood before me. His strapping body was wrapped in an army jacket he had never worn on campus before. He looked at me and turned his gaze to one of the rooms in the village hall that we functioned as a princess room. I followed his line of sight and I saw the closed door open. I know the door slugs are starting to wear out. It takes a lot of pressure for the door to close perfectly.

“ Tomorrow only. Today let him rest to recover from the pain.”My late answer made him nod and leave me the way.

“ But promise me tomorrow you take her with you.”

“ Insya Allah.” I'll be gone soon. There's not much I want to talk to him about, especially lately we've only been talking about Shamsya. I'm bored.

“ You want to pray where ?, ”

“In room. Not many women sleep in our room, so I think it is very safe to make my place worship Him.”

***

I followed my Tahajjud with a prayer and continued by reading Arrahman's letter slowly. I imagined event after event, one by one into a beautiful and moving life. In a matter of time God created an event and in an instant He sent many ways out. In an instant the Lord broke the Heart and in an instant many volunteers reached out, helping to ease the burden of the victims. They are willing to spend time looking for buried victims, giving moral and spiritual help when among them is no one. They don't know each other yet, but they're so persistent. Qodarullah, all because of the intervention of Allah. What is the blessing of your Lord that you deny ?

This morning, with the divine qodar, I completed all my time to contemplate, to think and to feel good before Him until the dawn of prayer reverberated. I held my morning prayer in the same room.

Ba’da dawn I left my ass on the cot not far from the furnace. There was Yu Rasih who was peeling the onion himself. “Kubantu can yu ?”

Yu Rasih looked at me with a smile.

“If you want to help, that's it Mbak, peel tempe. Do not in the onion, later the good Risa Mbak will smell onion. Ndak yummy.” Said.

“It's okay Yu, I'm used to it. At home my job is cooking, so I used to deal with onions.” Sahutku.

“ Yes already then. Here's the knife, Ma'am !” Yu Rasih thrust a knife at me. For a moment his gaze was fixed on Shamsya who was sitting.

“She can work in the kitchen.” Whisper Yu Glory to me.

“What is the reason ? Yu Rasih is still mad at him ?”godaku.

“Make what angry ? Although he hurt us many times, the poor man he said always troubled his family, I will not be angry. Because now, it is precisely he who is obliged to be pitied. “

“Thank God that Yu is conscious.”

“Yes realize, the fainting period continues. “ I smiled at Yu Rasih's reply. It is true that he said, it is not good if humans hold grudges.

“I mean not that, thank God that Yu Rasih can still forget his war.”

“Actually no, yu Rasih just pity to see a rich man's son now suffering the same as me.” whispered.

“We pray that she can be a better girl Yu.”

“Iya, Ma'am. Amin Ma'am. O yes, If Mbak Risa has finished peeling and slicing the bottom, Mbak can start peeling tempe and frying it. Seasoning I have prepared.” said Yu Rasih while putting vegetables into a large container. I immediately improved with agility. I finished peeling the onions and did all the instructions Yu Rasih then I arranged the dishes that had been washed yesterday afternoon on a long table that was commonly used to put food for the victims and volunteers. The rain is still pouring down on my earth. To this day seven residents have been found. All the victims found yesterday have been handed over to the family and have been buried. The unpleasant smell that has been enveloping our surroundings for a few days is now becoming stronger. Although my nose is used to it, it still makes me a bit short of breath.

Time still shows at five-thirty. Some of the male volunteers entered the kitchen.

“Sorry Mom, if we may ask for a warm drink. “A man approached Yu Rasih.

“ Yes, Mas. God willing in a moment. It's already been made. “Yu Rasih put kettles filled with hot tea and coffee. I immediately reached out and grabbed a kettle as I followed Yu Rasih out of the kitchen towards the village hall hall. Yu Rasih immediately put down the kettles, and received my kettles then told me to take a glass in the corner of the room.

The glasses were neatly arranged in the container, I wiped and quickly poured the drink into the glass. I lifted up the tray and served many people sitting in the hall.

“Sorry, Ma'am. You get me a drink for my commander in that seat over there can be ?” a TNI member told me in a soft voice. I followed his hand and finally nodded. There is a real shame among so many men. But with bismillah I want to be sincere. They are the ones who help the people, and our brothers. They deserve the best service.

“ Sorry sir, please coffee.” I put a few cups of coffee on a long table that was roughly occupied by a dozen TNI officers and other volunteers. Certainly I do not know, from which institution they come from, which is clear some of them are in TNI uniforms and others are colorful.

“Thank you, Ma'am. “ A smiling middle-aged father received a drink and behind me, Shamsya brought a tray of snacks.

“ So busy huh, Ma'am ? You should have all been in college, huh ?” ask a TNI to me.

“It's okay, Sir. It is our duty to help others who are in trouble. The TNI in front of me smiled.

“Thank you. Where is college?”

“Di Ahmad Dahlan Pak.” I answered briefly as I picked up an empty glass and prepared to head to the kitchen.

“ Call me Mr. Hasan. Whose mom ? ”

“I Marissa Sir. Sorry Mr. Hasan, I went back to the kitchen first” Immediately I ended our conversation because my heart felt uncomfortable. There's a young soldier at the same table with Mr. Hasan watching me.

“Please, Sister Marissa.Happy work”

“Thank you, Let's !”

Alhamdulillah out of the view of the adam. I quickly put the tray down and returned to my activities in the kitchen.