The Smile of Love Alura

Orphanage

The sound of the water guruyan from the shower broke the silence in that luxurious room. Not how long Alura came out of the bathroom after her body was clean.

Alura walked towards the wardrobe, then took out a sea-blue colored robe with a matching color veil.

After being tidy, he went down to the kitchen to get mineral water in a bottle that was purchased last afternoon and took him to sit on the sofa. After taking a few sips, Alura grabbed and wiped her phone screen, intending to order dinner. After finishing ordering some food menus, Alura switched to see a large closet in the corner of the living room.

Alura opened the closet that looked a little dusty. His hand grabbed a fairly thick red album and pulled out and blew the dust on it.

After that Alura sat back on the sofa. Opening it, in the first part there is a photo of him. It looks like the photo was taken when she was just born, because it looks like a small note under the photo 'welcome to come in the arms of Momy, baby girl' there he appeared in the carrying of the Momy who was leaning on the head of the hospital bed.

Slowly Alura fingers down her smiling Momy face, clearly emanated happiness from the beautiful face of the woman. Alura's tears were held in the pelupuk, "Momy" he said.

Then Alura's hand turned to the next photo, there was another photo when she first ate looking adorable, then a photo as she learned to walk, then there was a photo of them walking in London, and then there was a picture of them walking around London, almost in the photo of the three of them always smiling.

The tears she had tried to endure had already shed, Alura missed her parents.

The thing that makes Alura even more sad considering They died still with their religion.

Alura sobbed while hugging the album containing pictures of her and her family until her shoulders shook. Alura wants to be able to meet and be with her parents in heaven later, but how can all that happen if both are not Muslims.

Lama Alura spilled her tears in the living room alone. The longing and sadness were mixed into one splitting his soul which was indeed fragile for a long time.

Once again Alura was grateful because she knew and could embrace Islam, otherwise Alura had decided to just end her life. Alura can survive her despair because she already understands that there are areas in this life that we do not master, that is called the qadha of Allah.

As servants of faith, we must be patient and sincere about His every provision.

Can Alura feel, when he approached the Creator, then he felt the strength and optimism in his life more powerful.

"Excuse me!" Alura turned to the door, Ah yes, it might be the food she had ordered. He put the photo album back to where it was, then Alura walked over to open the door.

After finishing the dinner and prayers, Alura remembered her promise to Fatimah to visit their house which was only a few meters from her house.

Now Alura was standing in front of the minimalist house, Alura immediately raised her hand to knock on the door. But not yet had his hand touched the door leaf was already open displaying the face of Yasir who smiled kindly to him.

"I intend to visit Aunt and Uncle," said Alura briefly

"Come in, Miss." Yasir shifted his body to the side

"Thank you." Without waiting for long Alura immediately went inside, but then she turned to face Yasir who was already standing outside "just call Alura!" His request to the young man, after all their family did not work anymore with the Alura family.

Yasir stopped his steps, as he turned his head Alura was no longer there. Yasir smiled faintly, imagining Alira was the master of him and his family.

"Assalamualaikum, Mba Alura." Fatimah approached Alura and led her to the living room.

"Alura! Are you that, baby?" Raihanah could not hide her surprise and happiness.

"Yes, Aunt. I'm back." Alura leads towards the woman who can not be said to be young anymore with a sense of haru.

"Honey, come here" said Raihanah wide open her hands. Not long ago Alura's body was already in the woman's arms.

"You're growing up well, honey. Your face is very pretty, reminiscent, to the Cannon Mistress." Raihanah could not hide her crying, nor could Alura.

Raihanah continued still while hugging Alura, "Why did the old one just come back?" ask Raihanah.

"It's a long story, Auntie."

"Alright, Auntie has plenty of time to listen to your story." Then he broke his embrace and looked at Alura's wet face "Your choice is right, dear" said Rainahan turning to rub the head of Alura covered with a veil.

Now the three of them were sitting in the living room enjoying a cake made by Fatimah this afternoon.

"Astagfirulllah, is that true?" The faces of Raihanah and Fatimah turned red from surprise and annoyed to hear the story of Alura just now.

"Yes, Aunt. I didn't live in London, but was thrown into an orphanage," Alura's nurse bit her lower lip, enduring the pain of remembering the night's events.

Braaak !

Alura screeched in shock when the loud noise of her room door was like it was being forcefully opened.

"Hey, slackers, wake up!" The sound of that shout made Alura immediately jump from her bed

"What's up, Mama?" The question came out of Alura's tiny lips, because Mama Jeny doesn't usually wake her up at this hour.

"It!" He threw the worn backpack at Alura's front, "Turn your clothes off immediately, put them in the bag!" His order.

Alura grabbed the backpack in her heart she wanted to ask, where to pack clothes all night like this. But the question was stifled, Alura did not want to provoke Mama Jeny's anger.

"Hurry up!"

"Good, Ma." Alura rushed to put in a few pieces of clothes and pants.

After that Jeny pulled her hand violently and led her down the stairs.

Then below was standing, Audry Jeny's first child.

"Come on!" Jeny's orders to Audry.

The three of them also entered a luxury car owned by the late Dady Alura.

Alura could not resist the feeling of the persecution anyways go where they are now.

"Mama, where are we going?" With the courage that she had Alura tried to ask.

"Shut up... ! Don't ask too many questions!" Jeny snapped at him making Alura's guts squeak. Then Alura chose silence by clutching her backpack. Not long after, Alura was attacked by drowsiness, she fell asleep.

"Wake up!" Audry shakes his shoulders hard. Alura's round eyes opened and found their car had stopped.

"Get out!" The sound of Jeny's cry made Alura cover her ears and immediately descend.

"Come on!" Before they entered, Jeny turned to look at Alura sharply "you, wait outside."

"Well, Ma," said Alura obediently.

Not long before Jeny and Audry came out, then Jeny approached Alura giving several hundreds of pieces of money, without a word they walked towards the car leaving Alura in confusion.

"Mama, wait!" Alura ran over to those who were already sitting in the car.

"What else?"

"Mama, would you please explain what this means?" ask Alura.

"Hahaha." they both laughed looking at the panicked and confused face of Alura "Your residence is now here! Do not try to return home, if we do not want to finish," Threatened Jeny with a rogue face.

Alura was frozen in place. Inhere? Orphanages.

"Mama, please don't leave Alura here. Alura promised to be more active in doing homework," asked Alura to Jeny.

"Curtain! Quick in!"

without a care Jeny runs her car leaving Alura who screams her name.

"Mama! ... Mamma. Hiks Hisk, please don't waste Alura." sobs Alura is heartbreaking. Her crying was as heavy as the rain that night. That skinny body was already soaked. But Alura immediately felt the rain no longer dripping over her body. As he looked up, a boy of his age was standing holding an umbrella.

"Hey, stop crying, we can be friends" said the pale-skinned boy extending his hand, "My name, Askal."