Woman
Episode 9: Who are you?
Upon arrival at an office, Sabrina immediately pulled out a green map and registered it in the admissions section of the new author.
Almost the officer did not want to accept the green map he gave, because the deadline for admission is only until 14:00 pm. However, persistent and unyielding, Sabrina continued to urge the officers, until the cute green map could be accepted by the officers.
Across from the reception office, it's still in the same lobby. A man in a wheelchair came out of a room pushed by a hijab-wearing woman. The people who were around him turned to congratulate the couple.
“Congratulations Yes Mother Fira, operation Mr Grace successful." Sabrina steals from the speech of several people, sees Sabrina just smile and steps away from the office building in the hope that her ideals can be realized.
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Arriving at the boarding house, Sab used to be accosted to take something from the closet. A barrel-shaped ceramic piggy bank sounded heavy, though,
“Yes Allah, may it be enough! Slave needs money,” hope while hitting his piggy bank with hammer.
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This morning Sabrina seemed to be in such a hurry, wearing a deep purple long-handed T-shirt and loose jeans and a black express hijab. He went on a crowded angkot with a troubled heart.
“Sorry registration was closed a month ago,” said an officer in the information section, trying to ignore it.
“Pak, I don't want a list. I want to check the name of the winner of the new author in this company, about two months ago I have listed sir!” he said a little stingy, because fatigue due to angkot that stops far from the office, requires him to walk while running small.
“Oooh, briefly yes!”
“Iya sir, I heard the winner also came out a week ago!” continued gasping.
“Sorry whose name, Dek?”
“Sabrina, Sir!”
"Just Sabrina?"
"Sabrina Irawan."
“Oh. Sorry, there are no winners under the name Sabrina, Dek. Try another time again yes, deck!”
“Oh yes, Sir. Thank you very much,” he replied lightly with a long breath. Disappointed, of course. But, Sabrina was just trying to calm down.
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The wind blows softly, the smell is reminiscent of the scent of a mother who suddenly missed a small heart. His fingers suddenly stopped, then the blushing lips smiled knot.
Sabrina was playing the laptop in a cool place in the corner of the campus. Precisely under a shady and comfortable banyan tree. That agile finger danced over the keyboard rivaling the deciduous speed of the dried leaves.
At first glance, this place is like a place in a Korean drama. Accompanied by the sweet iced tea of his favorite, as well as the breeze of a very pleasant, increasingly makes him so enjoy the greatness of God with a very peaceful feeling.
“Sab, how? Not accepted?” asked a friend so enthusiastically and broke the peace that Sabrina created earlier.
“Apaan is very noisy!” he said while continuing the work.
“That, young writer contest?” one of his 4 friends.
He just shook his head and looked at his friends with a flat face then smiled, his friends can only entertain. Because of his attitude that has always been like that, his friends had expected for sure he failed.
“Sabar yes Sab, there is still another time! I'm sure you can,” said one of his friends.
“Iya I know, it must not be my sustenance. Thanks to everyone! I'm fine,” he replied with a calm face.
“Ran deh Sab, can-can be so calm after failing?” between a friend smacked his shoulder.
“Fix, his brain is in error! Who is patient?” said the other girl laughing and made Sabrina smile holding back the laughter.
“Yes, if there is a problem talking to us, okay!” revealed friends.
"Yes, what a hell you guys are."
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A few days later Sabrina chose to leave the city on college leave and go to her hometown, leaving the crowded city of Jakarta and filled with crowds that occupy the mind and soul.
He went to give the money that had been collected to his beloved mother, the second child of 3 brothers was collecting money for the medical expenses of the sister who suffered from liver disorders. Not only that, Sabrina suddenly missed the gentle figure.
Literary students who live on these scholarships, always send money every month to his mother, money collected by selling imagination and rent from friends who ask for help doing campus assignments. His brother has been jailed for nearly two years on robbery charges. Not lucky, indeed.
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The next day, Sab decided to replace Mom selling banana chips and went around the village compound peddling her sales. She asked Mom to rest at home and take care of her sick sister. At least, this could ease the burden on the mother.
After selling, Sabrina met an old man. At about 50 years old, he was sitting on the side of the road. Just below the cool, windy tree, the man appeared to be carrying a bag.
Sabrina is a curious character. He also tried to greet her.
“Assalamualaikum, Sir?”
“Waalaikumsalam?” the man looked towards Sabrina.
“For what? How come you were there anyway?” ask her while helping the person stand up.
“Against the mosque open, Dek, I want to take a bath in the mosque bathroom!” answer the man shyly.
“Loh indeed the bathroom at the father's house why?”
“Ooh, ii-i-it, in my house there is no bathroom. There's also just a public bathroom in the neighborhood. But, that's also a lot of love!”
“Oooh ... Yes, if you want? You can take a shower in my house! How's it? If the wait time Dzuhur is still long, usually the mosque fence here, opened 20 minutes before the adzan time,” bargain.
“That's right, Dek?”
“Iya! Come with me!” sabrina exclaimed while helping the man walk.
“What's really okay?" ask the man not to believe.
“Iya, Sir! My house is close by,” he said smiling convincingly. The yellow-skinned student just smiled and unhesitatingly took the man to his house.
“Assalamaicum!" said the two of them when they arrived at the terrace of the house that is still grounded.
“Waalaikumsalam, how is Sab selling?” his mother answered while running out.
“Alhamdulillah, Mom, the sale is up!” sabrina put the tray she carried to a table in front of the house and gave the money to her mother.
“Who is this guy, Sab? What's up, huh? Can anyone help?” ask his mother wonder.
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