The World for Zahra
A Few Years Later
A few years have passed...
I walk down the hall. The lights are still out, everyone is asleep and I will continue the day in the early morning. After my beautiful night's sleep, I dropped into my routine.
After removing the tassels of a clean white cloth without spotting the slightest stain, I then folded the prayer mat, put the cloth covering my aurat on it, and then put it on it, and now I'm done carrying out my dawn duties that I can't miss.
The white-patterned door made my eyes flinch a long glance, I approached it and grabbed the knob. The girl is really sweet while sleeping, but when it comes to mind .. don't say anything! I can't talk about things that often make my blood almost go up to the crown.
Him, Jasi. That girl is my ungod sister. Swallowing and chanting sentences full of screeching tones always managed to make the eardrum anyone who heard so it is necessary to follow the advice of special drugs from the doctor.
I was standing at the door. I just kept quiet while holding the knob. The pomegranate-red doll was - no, the girl on the side of the doll was very sweet. Will I come to him occasionally to just kiss his temple?
Okay ... My heart is moved.
Nah! I'm sober. I was two minutes late this morning to wake up and start a new day. I don't want to waste much time. Peeping it and looking at it will require a lot of my precious time. Know for yourself, the girl's charm is really clingy. His eyes that were closed with bangs that pierced his eyelids alone made me comfortable to look at him. That would make me linger, whereas one second of my life is an expensive diamond if paid.
I closed the door slowly. Squeeze my steps down the stairs. My destination is nowhere but the kitchen. Didn't finish the iron yesterday, prepare breakfast, or collect dirty laundry to clean. I was really late this morning!
It's .. I'll pay for everything even. I'll finish my feelings and make them calmer. I'll get everything done quickly.
All of that got me close to the main switch of the house. I raised the button and made the lighting on the house back bright. Don't want to linger, I'm going to the kitchen. It was still there after yesterday's incident.
"Happy birthday! happy birthday to you! happy Birthday Brother .. wish you a long life."
The incident in which the little guy - Jasi who became the mastermind of the riot. The little girl tried to serve her own sister a birthday cake. Putting flour and some ingredients, he quickly turned on the mixer and made his small projects run smoothly, although the impact of his behavior will be rewarded to me.
Haha, but I don't mind. The world is family. Life is happiness. My world is happy, and I will feel the same. My own feelings will be triggered to feel happy if my surroundings are peaceful and peaceful. I don't mind anything I'll face the next day.
Doing all the duties of the servant is my duty. I wake up early in the morning and sleep late at night. It was daily food for me. I do not grieve or condemn destiny for what I have received. They were good people by elevating me as their daughter. Many children without parents end up on the street. Reaching their hands and asking, they were so apprehensive. However, I did not feel it because my two kind-hearted foster parents were willing to keep me from the unfortunate fate of being orphans.
They sacrificed a lot of money and rice grains for my survival. Not only that, space and time they poured out, even a little. And that room was just my room. As for the time, my mother always devoted it to speaking her advice to me every day.
Words like, "how many times have I said, don't be negligent in this one! If one day you don't flush, he will wither and die. You know?! You can't find her seedlings in this country! It's superior seedlings, overseas imports. Take care!"
But I am still grateful. God was so kind that he allowed me to live comfortably in a house as wide as an airport. I will be whipped thousands of times by the harsh commandments of my mother, will be clawed by reality as a horrible orphan and will be stabbed millions of times by terrible circumstances, but I still didn't feel something big had ruined my life that was as short as corn.
I stick to my line, that, "I'm not hurt."
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Anggita Narasyfa, he walks cheerfully across the edge of the settlement road. Some people saw him and one of them said, "very happy, I guess. Dapet's superior rank again, huh?" The mother paused her steps when she passed Anggita.
The jolly girl in the white-blue uniform was nodding with a wide smile polish on her sweet face. He quickly returned to walking while jumping with a report card that was endlessly hugged tightly.
Arrive on a simple home page with a variety of green plants on the terrace. Capturing the view of the house with a woman who was sweeping in his yard, made Anggita review wider.
The woman held a broom, her eyes glared at Anggita to make both corners of her lips jerk up. He dropped the broom and spread out his hands, pedaling his daughter's spirit to run quickly hugging her tightly.
Hugs are intertwined. Ratih, Anggita's mother stroked the back of her daughter's head lovingly. Anggita smiled broadly as she broke the warm embrace. His eyes sparkled excitedly as his lips began to open, "Mother, Anggi dapet-"
"Rank one, right?" Statement, not question, because Ratih knows very well what happened and what his daughter will say. Of course, Anggita nodded enthusiastically. Her soft hands again grabbed the back of the mother's neck. Cuddling and hugging are getting tighter along with the feeling of affection for the Mother who is getting stuck in her heart.
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"What does the mother want to do?" Anggita asked when her feelings were increasingly made curious.
Look, he hasn't stopped floating his fingers and grabbing whatever's on the kitchen shelf.
Until all the ingredients are available on the dining table now. Train pull the chair and sit on it. He looked seriously at Anggita, then spoke up, "Fig, right, has left the Junior High School bench starting today. So, Mommy wants to love Anggi knowledge other than the knowledge that already Anggi dapet from school."
Anggita outlines the pain in the forehead. He was curious and his mouth was loosened to ask, "what is that?" Sure makes Ratih open both hands and point to all the ingredients on the table, "knowledge of this."
Must be the science in question is, "cooking."
Angita. His shoulders dropped in state with his face that began not eager to start learning about the science that Mother meant. Cooking is the first and last thing too fed up for Anggita to learn much less do.
He thought that if he would be able to cook later, Ratih would stop serving food to their small family. The reason, Anggita can and Ratih who will retire. The thought made him lazy and until now the feeling of laziness has been meaty.
If you are not cooking. Continue, how Anggi can be good to eat if not eat the cuisine of Mother. Ah, that's not good.
"Watch?" Ratih asked when he found his daughter started to malesan following his will. His voice raised Anggita's face and made him sound, "Figure to do anything, just do not cook and, Bundaa."
Train a thin smile. "Is Anggi starting to not want to admit what you want?"
Angels shocked. He's stuck in trouble. No, "no that, ma-meaning Anggi."
Not Anggita, if not obey the wishes of the Mother. He was forced to defeat his laziness and obey, "whatever Mother wants, Anggi will participate," because he himself once said, If Mother wants, the world even Anggi victims. So, Mother does not need to be afraid that Anggi will ngecewain Mommy. Anggi will be what Mother wants from Anggi. Promises.
Sontak makes the Ratih siding expand. He stood up and made Anggita follow all the steps he showed.
Train lifting vegetables and guiding Anggita to pay attention. The girl complied, her eyes focused and her ears fell wide listening. Everything that was taught by Ratih was stored neatly filling his brain.
The girl is not yet mature, but her age is also not too appropriate to be called young. She's the girl who's gonna step on foot in high school. But because of that fact, everyone is often made to shake when they hear it.
Suppose it is not a child, then why would a mouthful of food not want to be thrown into his mouth if not Ratih who feeds?
Suppose it is not a toddler, continue for what he cries over trivial things that are not done with Ratih as usual?
He is also not that weak, right, until his tears have to drip if a day of busyness the father took his time to see the face of his father?
The three questions that often appear spoken from the lips of strangers who just know Anggita.
Yes, you must have deduced the word 'manja' to be attached to Anggita. That's not wrong. Anggita is indeed spoiled, and that indulgence is the only characteristic of Anggita after intelligence and jolly.
However, Anggita is not educated to simply be a spoiled child and do everything must be guided by parents.
She has everything that parents want for their children. Clever, jolly and obedient to the rules of the World-Later are the wishes of most parents towards their children. And I assume we have it all.
He was well educated, and the perseverance of his parents in educating him always reaped high appreciation from the many people who knew the Galuh-headed little family.
No wonder if a lot of amazed sound when watching firsthand how the small family interacts with other family members.
Despite all that, many things are closed public that are mysterious to imagine.
Even so, behind all the harmonies broadcast by the Galuh family, there are a few pent-up emotions suffered by Ratih on her husband, so that emotions that cause destruction in the relationship of the two. The destruction is real and great, but still closed to the world, even closed to Anggita.
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