Wound Spot
Rinkik Sendu
The sound of chickens crowing in the morning is a natural alarm for a Zahira. Grandma's house is located in the middle of the city which is very rare residents have a chicken coop like that. Even so, Grandma still preserved the legacy of the late Grandpa earlier. Sounds a little unique, but that's exactly what it is.
Zahira's family is a family with a middle to lower social status. Chicken is the only medium of exchange that families use when it is the end of the month and there is no more money to eat. Grandma usually sold it to the neighbors or else Grandma would take it to the market and sell it there.
When they enter the old date, they usually only eat with the ingredients left in the kitchen. Try to save until a new date comes back. Every new date, Zahira will receive a salary from her job as a service worker at a five-star restaurant located in the city center. From the results of his salary, he used to be given to Grandma to buy kitchen needs. Some of the more he gave for the tuition of his sister who studied in the Department of Medicine.
His sister went to college because of her smart brain. Her younger sister is among the lucky girls to receive a scholarship at one of the prestigious campuses in the city where they live. Had it not been for the scholarship, his sister might have followed his lead to become a waiter or not far from a factory worker.
His brain is very different from his sister's. Zahira's brain is tight. But it is not a matter of the brain so Zahira does not continue to higher education levels. Zahira prefers to work and support her sister and grandmother and shifts her ego a bit to get an education. If not him, who else?!
Oh yes, introduce the name of the main character, Zahira Gufrana Kamila. A person with a mediocre look just like his brain which is also mediocre. The skin is mature sapodilla, not white nor too dark, midway Zahira skin according to him.
Zahira and her sister Mutia Inayah must feel abandoned forever by their parents. They were both abandoned by their parents to face the Almighty when they were teenagers. When all teenagers grow up with the love of their parents and happiness filled with their needs. Zahira and Mutia should be able to mature prematurely.
Due to a fatal accident that claimed the lives of both parents.
Zahira had several relatives from his father and also relatives from his mother who lived in the village. Only, he and his sister prefer to live with Grandma. Not because of anything, his family was also lacking. And just Grandma, where they've been comfortable all this time. Despite the lack of life, it all comes back to each individual whether they are able to be grateful for what is there.
"Breakfast first, Aira. This is Grandma's cooking a clap egg. Call your sister too. She said Mutia was leaving in the morning, there was a test. It's gonna be late, son. Call your sister!" Said Grandma while putting fried rice and eggs on the dining table.
Zahira, called Aira. Aira picked up the jacket she hung behind the door that she usually used to leave for work in a hurry. The watch on his wrist had shown at 07 past several minutes. Restaurants are usually open at 08.30am. But because considering today there are customers who reserve the restaurant for a day for family events, and also the family he said from a distinguished family. So, Aira who as an exemplary employee will come quickly and help others.
Although the reservation starts at 01 pm, but the reservation does not want any other customers to use it. It sounds complicated indeed, but if the one who spoke it was a rich man, the restaurant did not want to waste this golden opportunity. Hear from the gossip that he heard among his coworkers, people who reserve restaurants for a full day is from the top. A surprise event for families, as one of their son-in-laws will announce the gender of their child.
Aira could only gulp upon hearing the habits of the rich. Spend money on things like this. He thought it would be more useful if they gave thanks at home rather than wasting a lot of money like this. Do not know if there are a lot of poor families out there who are very lacking. Aira who felt her mind was too far in handling the affairs of others shook her head.
Aira took her bag and she headed to her sister's doorstep. It was his sister's bedroom door and peeked from there.
"Oh my God, this child wants eight o'clock hasn't woken up yet!" Aira half-screamed and went in flicking her sister's blanket.
"Mutia, wake up at 9!" He shouted beside his sister. Hearing the cry of her brother who beat the mosque toa, Mutia woke up with widened eyes.
"Huh, 9 o'clock, brother?" Ask surprised.
Aira closed her mouth holding back a laugh as she managed to prank her sister. Soon, Aira came out of there and said goodbye to her Grandma.
"Not breakfast yet, son?" Ask Grandma
Aira who heard him smiled revealed a small dimple on the left right side of her lips.
"Aira's in a hurry, Grandma. There are rich customers who want to come, so Aira must be ready to prepare all the decorations help others."
Even the grandmother who heard it could no longer hold back her grandson. Grandma stroked her grandson's black mane gently, "Sorry Grandma yes!" Grandma said from the bottom of her heart. Feeling sorry for his grandson who had to slam bones in such a way. Because he should be the one who supports his grandchildren.
Aira who heard it looked at Grandma with a smile. Granny's hand and kissed for one more time.
"It's not Grandma who should be apologizing, but Aira, Grandma!" Not wanting the atmosphere to be more mellow, Aira also immediately paid and left from there.
When he was going to ride his motorcycle, he could hear the sound of his sister's annoyance from inside the house. Aira who heard it instantly turned on her motor while laughing.
The distance from home to work is about half an hour. In the middle of the road, a sudden cloud covered the earth. So did Aira who stared briefly up at the sky and refocused herself forward.
Raindrops bring sadness to some people. When a crackle comes like this, the heart becomes sad at once. A woman named Zahira Gufrana Kamila. Every time the rain comes always brings Sendu and memory about the wounds given by the people he loves the most.
And that person is Luthfi Azka Fahreza.
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Happy reading guys. This story is also no less sad than my other stories. My story is also sad.
No papa if I spoiler from the beginning of🤭 let you guys get excited yekann😍😍
Greetings from By_me
