The Soulmate Must Meet

Episode 9 - The Testimony of the Church's Birds

Why am I daydreaming? Thinking of Roman, it was already a common thing for a woman. Because of falling in love. Can a Muslim fall in love? I never knew the truth. Because, when I teach at the nearest mosque, Mr. Ustadz only beards. Perhaps, he was tired of teaching, where there were only a few people who came. There is no motivation to teach anymore.

All-round unclear. I live in a city that is all unclear, I wear a hijab, and live in a magical environment, while others, live in a comfortable environment, but do a lot of acting. On the streets, many beautiful women wear hijab, many young mothers wear hijab. However, they forgot to close the aurat because it combines it with tight pants, thin clothes, as if the hijab is only limited to fashion.

My mind kept on glaring at Roman and all his attitudes that were contrary to his lifestyle, to his surroundings. The man who has dreams, I should have learned from him. Meanwhile, this afternoon there were a lot of noisily sparrows beside my room.

The raving sparrow, creating a perfect fantasy in my mind, as if the chirping of a sparrow were the chirping of my mind. And mom, whether going anywhere, this afternoon she stepped out of the house just wearing hotpants, of course she went to the stall to buy a pack of cigarettes.

“Am I wrong to say love to Roman?”

Those are the words of my mind. Perhaps the mind of all Muslim women in this country, why should women start for love? Will starting bring happiness? Is waiting just a matter of receiving wounds? Not every question was answered, I realized, that all women are weak in front of men, as well as men, they are weak in front of women. Why are they always selfish?

Love shapes the character of a person. He lives in souls who think, love is never wrong to point out who is his soul mate, who is his paradise. Love stands alone in itself, love does not come from others, but from oneself, which is why everyone is always easy to feel in love. Love is never forced.

Churches flapping their wings, they must be nesting on the tin roofs of the house. I loved listening to him, the birds flying in the hustle of the city, as if he were an immortal inhabitant. As for me, only a woman is imprisoned by the freedom of the city. Will I survive?

“Actually, being a woman is very lucky.”

Yes, women are heaven for anyone. Why should it destroy the enjoyment of being a woman, why should it ruin luck as a woman? It is very beneficial to be a woman. Beauty, owned by women. And if the woman is conscious, she will definitely gain more sheen from that beauty in this life.

Women are the jewel of the world. That is why a woman is so valuable in this world, even when she has no money, she can sell herself, and therefore, women are very expensive. However, I do not see that value in women today, because now most women always humble themselves.

“Am I a lowly woman if I express feelings to Roman?”

Prak!

A sparrow smashed into my window. I flinched, then got up staring out the window. I stood up, then stepped near the window, opened the window, felt the wind shake, hit my body. I stared around the outside of the room, the building lined up, tight and seedy. Actually, I see this territory is no longer worth occupying.

The sparrow was suffocating by the roadside, trying to get up. Perhaps feeling dizzy, due to hitting the window glass, I do not know why he had to crash himself, is not it clear this glass is opaque, not clear, so it is not translucent. He kept moving his legs, then got up. His head turned left and right, then squeaked and flew.

“No, it's impossible just because my love fell like that bird.”

Love is happiness, not hurt, not anxiety that makes my soul fall apart all of a sudden. Love can make a person romantic, pessimistic or crazy. Love can also be a trap. And because of that, I should be able to master this self, I should be able to. Point.

Suddenly the sound of the door being knocked. My daydreams are gone, I wonder who came, my mother is not in the house. Surely the one who visited was a man I did not know at all. Should I open it?

The door is knocked back. With a heavy heart, I stepped out of the room, then opened the door. A middle-aged man, the one I met on the porch with a cigarette, and the twilight that rose.

“Your mom is there?” tanyakanya.

“He's out again, maybe to the shop.”

“Can I wait?”

I was silent for a moment, eyes staring deep into the alley, it was possible that mother came so that I would not have to deal with this man.

“Bby?” ask the man again.

“Have you contacted Mom's phone?”

“Already, but no answer.”

I tried to calm myself down, even though I was disturbed by her gaze. The gaze of a striped-nose man, he looked at me from the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair. Not blinking at all. Fortunately, I was wearing a hijab and loose clothing, so she couldn't enjoy the curves of my body.

“Maybe your mother will be here soon.”

I was worried about his gaze.

“Wait outside only!” I said ketus.

Then, I closed the door and went inside mom's room. A woman's room abandoned by men, is a mess. Underwear scattered on the mattress, this is how the mother, take care of yourself alone can not. What if I leave it?

I saw a cell phone lying on the bed. It's just that I don't know about the arrival of guests, he forgot to bring his phone. It must not be far from home he left, but why so long ago.

These eyes are on the closet. I haven't opened that closet in a long time, I haven't been in this room. My feet approached the cupboard, trembling this hand grabbed the closet door and opened it. Some clothes fell on my body, and surprised me. The closet is already full.

When I was a child, I used to run into my mother's room. The nightmare was gone, the nightmare that frightened me while sleeping. Mom used to hug me, although she was tired, she put me to sleep in this bed. A mother will never let her child suffer from nightmares. Even if he is a lion, he will certainly keep his cubs from being at the safest of prey.

Every mother always wants her child to be happy, no matter what. Mother gave me the real meaning of life, even she was willing to die for her children. My mother was willing to suffer for me, she worked day and night just to raise me. While I never knew what he was doing, I never knew what he was doing at night. I don't know what happened in this room, when a man was visiting.

I was shocked, the man standing at the door of the room. His eyes lit up, like wolves. What'd he want to do in mom's room?

“You'd better wait outside!”

“Already... don't be too stiff. Fruit will not fall far from the tree, right?”

He grinned, his teeth black from cigarettes and alcohol. And I got more agitated, my hands clenched.

“What do you mean by Father?”

“Do not pretend not to know. Your mother's a whore!”

After saying so, he came forward and grabbed my hand. Immediately I removed it, but the grip was very strong. I muttered, he got wild, then pushed me on the bed.

“Father want what?”

“Hahahaha..”

His laughter echoed in the sky of the room. I'm confused what to do? However, before there was a way out he had already pierced my body, his hands quickly tore my clothes off, I continued to rebel.

“Release!”

She didn't budge, tried to take off my hijab and kiss me. I scratched his face, he grimaced. My hand kept trying to find something to defend my honor.

“Please! Release!”

Plaque!

He slapped me. My head felt dizzy, a very hard slap made my body limp, what should I do.

“Civilized you!”

Suddenly the man's body was something interesting. Mom immediately raised me, I hugged her, my tears breaking into pieces. It was almost my honor to be taken away by a brash man.

“Anggun is your son! Tega you!”

The man's face was shocked, the more surprised was me. How could he be my father? He's an***, not possible. I may not have a father of an ****. And surely I'm not willing to have a role model like her.

“My child? Impossible!”

“Yes. He's your son, for eighteen years I hid him from you. I never said it, for you would surely throw away the baby I was born with if you knew that he was your son.”

“Sulastri? You didn't lie to me?”

“Since when did I lie to you?”

I looked at my mother's face and her. The tense faces, the vengeful faces, from their eyes were the fierce flames of fury.

“Mother?”

“Ya, Graceful. Is he your father? This jerk who will rape you is your father!”

I looked into mom's eyes. There were no tears, a clear resplendent radiated from his eyes. While I could not help but cry, a pain that could not be expressed in words, how could a father rape his son.

“Then hand him over! I won't let him know everything, I don't want my family to be ruined.”

“You destroyed your own family! With behavior! I did intend to say this in front of your wife, let you fall poor! Let you get kicked out of that shackle house!”

“Give him to me!”

The man attacked, trying to grab me. But mother protected me, she blocked my body from her. However, the power of women is not as strong as men, he managed to pull the mother and push her, until the mother staggered, then fell. His head hit the floor, very hard.

“Mother!” I screamed, then ran to hug the fainted mother.

Before it was too late I screamed loudly, and asked for help. The closest people heard my screams, they came, while the man panicked, jumped out of the window and went somewhere. And the sparrows flew from the roof of this room, they were pierced with the sound of the roaring cry of a child, the sparrows bearing witness to this story.