The Smile of Love Alura

Gathering

"My name is Alura." Alura welcomed the boy's hand.

After a brief introduction, the two of them walked inside. Inside a middle-aged woman greeted him warmly.

"Here, son.So that's your aunt told me. That you're an orphan. There was no other family besides her. Because your appointment has been out of town for quite a while, so you're put in here for a while. Calm down, if he comes back, he'll come here to pick you up." The woman who was known as Bi Hen explained how the conversation he and Jeny had just before Jeny left Alura.

Alura's tongue was faint, her heart was throbbing pain hearing her stepmother's lie to Bi Hen. How he lied. Alura was very confident that her mother would never pick her up to return to her parents' house.

"May you be at home. There are a lot of kids your age here, Askal, he will be one of your friends" Bi Hen pointed to Askal who was standing not far from him. Alura glanced at the person Bi Hen pointed at, he was a boy who had pale skin, his eyes were shady, his body was thin, not much different from Alura's body. Alura so thought, is she also living tormented just like her?

"All right, Bi Hen. Thank you," said Alura slightly bowing her body towards Bi Hen.

"Let me take you to your room." The woman walked first with Alura following her from behind.

The first weeks of living in Alura's home were rather difficult, as she was not used to the crowd. If to help Alura's homework is used. Orphans also do not distinguish him who is non-Muslim, they treat him well.

Askal always entertains and helps her if she gets a job or job from Bi Hen and Bi May. Alura is grateful to have a friend as good as Askal. Now the two of them were drying blankets at the back of the parlour. Indeed there is a fairly wide yard, in addition to a place to grow vegetables are also used for a place to dry clothes on the edge.

"Askal, do you feel sorry for me?" tanya Alura. sensed all this time Askal was always there for her.

"No" answered Askal.

"But why are you being nice to me? uh very good indeed." Alura could not help but be curious. He saw Askal's expression from behind the blanket that began to lay perfectly on the clothesline. The face is the same as usual, sobering when seen. The face that if you see it then you will smile because of its shade.

"Because I want to," replied Askal briefly while switching to take another blanket.

"I owe you a lot." Alura felt bad to receive every favor freely.

"There's no need to feel indebted to me, Alura. You're happy enough and you're not crying anymore. You know, if you continue to be sad then life will pass in vain and feel unpleasant," said Askal put back the blanket in his hands to where it was originally, "Look, listen, no one will hurt us if we don't allow it."

"You're always wise, your mature thinking doesn't suit your age," Alura's tease hides her smile.

"Alura, if we part ways and in the future we meet again, hopefully our friendship will not change. I heard Bi Hen telling Bi may that someone wanted to adopt me. That means how much more we'll be apart. Wherever you are I always pray that your life will be happy. You've suffered enough." Askal looked at Alura who lowered her face.

"Thank you; love, Askal."

"Either. Comeing! We continue to hang on to it, otherwise Bi May will nag." then they both laugh and finish the job.

Not long together they were in the orphanage, only five months, after which Askal got adoptive parents who adopted and took him to live in West Sumatra. Two years later Alura followed in adoption and lived in South Jakarta with her new family. Since then they no longer meet and do not know the news of each.

Alura woke up from daydreams when the sound of adzan zuhur from her phone. It turned out that he was daydreaming long enough to remember his life while in the orphanage.

Then Alura moved from her seat to pray. This afternoon he plans to visit Mama Jeny in prison. Mama Jeny is also her family.

The finish of the Alura prayer changed clothes with a navy colored robe and a matching color veil. When he was ready, he walked down the stairs to the front door.

Oh yes, Alura also intends to thank Yasir for his kindness in the past.

Later after visiting Mama Jeny, he thought.

Alura drove her car to the community agency where Mama Jeny was languishing. He had prepared his heart in advance to deal with the person who was the source of his suffering in the past. After meeting the officer who was on guard and expressing the intention of his arrival, then Alura was asked to wait in the waiting room which was already prepared for the family who came to visit.

Not long ago the woman he knew was walking around excitedly. She's not as stylish and beautiful as she used to be. His body looked thin and unkempt, his hair was only tied up in origin, his face also looked much older than his real age.

The closer they got to their distance Alura's heartbeat also grew firmer, the woman's glint left her in the parlour and her laughter that night was echoing in her ears. Alura read Allah's asthma to relieve his heart's anxiety. After feeling quite calm, Alura also looked at the woman who was now sitting opposite.

"Mama how's it going?" Alura tried to melt the atmosphere that felt stiff after ten years they had not met.

"No need to talk! What was your purpose in coming here, huh!" Jeny's jolt made Alura flinch. Ah he hasn't changed either, still as fierce as he used to be.

"I want to visit, Mama," said Alura.

Alura had made peace with her heart long ago. It wasn't easy at first. But because he knew that holding grudges and resentments would only be a liver disease. Alura does not want to be infected with liver disease that makes her life restless and not calm. He will always be wary when the feelings of hate and revenge are rooted in his heart. A clean heart makes the owner easy to accept the goodness of san hidayah. Conversely, a heart that is dirty by the sieving heart makes the owner difficult when invited to goodness.