You Are My Life (You are My Life)

Everyday Hasna

"So, you want to go to town again?" Tanya Bu Sri while keeping a glass of drink on the table

Hasna nodded "Iya Bu, Na has to solve all the problems 4 years ago. But, Na can't take Hisham either because he's gonna be testing soon"

Madam Sri, sit next to Hasna "Gak papa, Hisham let her be the same Mother. You don't have to worry"

Hasna held the hand of Bu Sri "Thank you Mom, thank you very much for always bothering Na"

"We're like anyone Na, we're family. Hisham is like my own brother" said Ryan, his son Bu Hasna and a former schoolmate.

Hasna looked at the handsome man who had only returned a few months from the City after finishing his studies. Older sister in school, the guy who always protected Hasna in the old days everyone excommunicated her and bullied her.

"Yes Ryan, thank you" Hasna said

Ryan smiled "Sama-sama Na, you're like anyone"

Hasna smiled "Yes Kak, so Na has to go home first. Poor Hisham in his own house, already want magrib too"

"I'm taking Na" Ryan said

Hasna chuckled "Kayak is far away, brother, need to be anther. It's only a few meters"

"Hehe, you be careful"

Hasna nodded, then she greeted Ms. Sri and said "Na go home first, ma'am, Assalamualaikum"

"Girishal"

Hasna walked towards her rented house. Passing through several houses and an empty land, where children play there.

Again Hasna could only exhale heavily. If his parents did not choose to end their lives in such a tragic way. Maybe Hasna and Hisham's life won't be like this.

Yet, again Hasna could only accept all the destinies of God. Don't want to blame everything that has happened to his life and Hisham.

Alright, it has been until now Hasna can pass all the obstacles and problems in her life. So, the problem with Bima was definitely able to pass him well.

Hasna opened her door just as a melodious voice from one of the nearby mosques was heard. A chant that calls upon its people to carry out their duties as Muslims.

"Assynogaic"

Hasna went into the house and found her sister was neat with cocoa clothes and sarongs, not forgetting the peci she wore.

"Waalaikumsalam, you've come home, brother. Sham wants to go to the mosque first" said Hisham while walking to his brother and then greet his brother's hand.

"Yes Sham, heart on the road. Go straight home, don't play first" Hasna said as she stroked her sister's head

"Yes Kak, Sham to go first. Assalamualaikum"

"Girishal"

Hasna closed the door again after her sister left. The girl walked into the bathroom to take ablution and carry out her duties as a Muslim.

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The sound of a spatula coming into contact with a frying pan was heard in the small rented house. Hasna was making fried rice for breakfast for her and her sister.

Chequelek

Hisham came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet with a few drops of water soaking his face.

"On the right lap sham his hair, so wet everywhere" Hasna said as she moved the fried rice onto the plate.

"Yes Brother"

The girl went back to the kitchen to get some water and the crackers she had just bought in the stall. Then he sat down on a wooden chair and started eating his breakfast the next morning.

Hisham came out of his room, the boy was ready with his red-and-white uniform and the bag he was holding in his hand. Storing a bag on the floor near the chair, she sat down next to her sister and ate the fried rice Hasna had prepared.

"How long is it in the capital?" Hisham asked, then he bit the crackers in his hand.

Krau.kraukk... The sound of cracker chews eaten together with fried rice. Simple food that they enjoy. This togetherness that makes things simple can be happy.

There were no parents among them anymore. But at least the two can still live together and love each other.

"Sister doesn't know yet, maybe Sister Na will take about a week off. Because I was afraid it could be longer there. Are you sure you're not going with Brother, Sham?" said Hasna looking at her sister who was focusing on enjoying her food.

Hisham shook his head "Don't want to, Brother Na don't have to worry anymore. Syam is fine here, after all Kak Na has entrusted Sham to Bu Sri. You'd better solve the problem with the person you helped"

Hasna just nodded her head "Yes Sham, Big Brother also wants to solve all these problems immediately. So that Brother does not continue to be haunted by the guilt of not being able to help the girl from the bad things that happened to her that night"

Hisham knew the story four years ago. In addition to Hisham, Ryan and Ms Sri also knew about the incident.

"Yes Kak, this is not Kak Na's fault either. Brother tried to help him, but fate said something else" Hisham said

At the age of 12, Hisham already had such mature thoughts.

"Yaudah, now let's get ready later to be late for school" Hasna said

The girl cleaned up their breakfast. Hisham was wearing his shoes. Hasna picked up her little backpack and carried it.

"Let's take you to your school first Sham" Hasna said while locking the door of the house

"Syam can be alone Sis" denied the child, Hisham always felt treated like a toddler by his brother. He felt that he was old and independent.

Hasna smiled, she walked towards her sister who was already in the courtyard of the house. On the shoulder of his beloved sister.

"Had gone, Brother will go to the Capital. Well, then you can go alone without Sister Inter" said Hasna smiling

The brothers walked down a small alley road to the suburban streets. As usual Hasna will take her sister to school on foot, because of the distance of Hisham school that can be reached on foot.

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Huh...

Hasna got off public transport, a tiring day after a full day's work. However, today was more exhausting as she was about to meet a creepy cold man.

Walking into the alley, his steps felt heavy considering he was about to leave for the Capital City. It felt like Hasna was running away from this reality. It turns out that the incident 4 years ago that he accidentally saw had to bring him to meet a creepy man like, Bima.

Up in front of his rented house, Hasna went straight into the house "Assalamualaikum"

"Girishal"

Deg

Hasna was silent, looking at her sister sitting with the creepy cold man.

God, why is he here? What has he done to my sister? Hisham...

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