Akhsan And Ikhsann
14.Fatma's Suffering

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By accidentally Fatma dropped her body on her folding mattress.the mattress that only fit for one person only and it was only for her. no one else lives there only Fatma and sometimes her little sister who sometimes go home on certain days.

the house measuring 2×2 meters looks so small even very small and there is only one room.

the room contained only a folding mattress, a small carpet to sit around and relax and also some cardboard containing clothes and also Fatma books.and also gallons and some plates, ' '' and , bowls and cups made of plastic only.

the very small house there is Fatma living in solitude every day.the actual house is not appropriate to be called home because it is more suitable like a goat cage. the fence is only made of junk and used cardboard as a protector from the night wind. and also the roof is only made of plastic arrays that at times will leak if it rains and may be easy to fly if there is a big storm.

the land that only hitchhiked in the yard of others became a very scary thought for Fatma. if at any time the place is asked the same owner then inevitably Fatma must go and will stay somewhere.

" O Lord until when will I live like this" murmured Fatma lamented an unchangeable fate.

during the night Fatma had to struggle alone to meet the needs of life . sometimes can eat with rice, sometimes only instant noodles and sometimes only a thousand bread as a stomach booster.

selling Cang Ci Men did not make much money for Fatma, but how else, looking for a job is very difficult. moreover, he still has to go to school, but he still has to go to school, sometimes Fatma is lazy for school and more eager to find the rupiah coffers that she hopes can change her future.

from childhood, Fatma had not lived with her parents.His parents left Fatma and her sister on the street on purpose, and most Fatma remembered before they lived, right, his mother and father said that they were both just as a burden for their lives.In fact they also said that they were the unlucky bearers in his life.

and from then on they did not meet each other, and Fatma knew it was painful words until now she had no intention of looking for them.

" o Lord, You are all I have now, please never leave me under any circumstances" Fatma prayed expectantly.

by carrying a strong throat Fatma should immediately return with her trading she should be able to get a lot of windfall today, she thought.

finished changing his clothes, Fatma immediately glided with the bike that yesterday Fatma had brought to the workshop to fix and also had been replaced with new paint so that it looks more appropriate than yesterday.

pedaling slowly but surely that's what Fatma does every day, and hope she will return to her house at night with abundant fortune.

" Cang Ci Men..!! screamed Fatma after arriving at a slightly rame place.

Fatma took the place of a large park to sell.and there Fatma always get windfall that is sometimes quite decent.but if the place was empty of a rupiah he never got.

" cang Ci men...!!! cang Ci men..!! scream Fatma over and over again.

the sun that was still so hot made Fatma overheated and she broke up to rest sit and take shelter under a shady tree.

fatma's eyes observed the girls his age, how happy their lives could be to have fun with their friends, to be able to walk together with their partners without thinking about the burden of life, to be able to, without thinking about how to get money to be able to fill the stomach.

that is the destiny that cannot be determined by us, the destiny that has been written in the book of every human life. a destiny that we may be able to change with determination but still that destiny is never spared from what is already in line for us.

" god, why is it so hot.? lamented Fatma

while wagging a hat as a fan and occasionally shouted Fatma still did not want to rise from her seat was still very lazy to return hot.

" cang Ci men..!!! scream Fatma.

" Miss Fatma..!! screeched the girl who walked over to Fatma quickly with a bright smile.

" Mirna., loh here too.with whom.? ask Fatma

" tuh with Yofan. " replied Mirna.

" ck ilah courting nih means, gebetan from where.? Ask Fatma

" you don't know Yofan, he's our upperclassman, 12th grade B. " replied Mirna.

" hhh, I don't know.. "

" yes where you may know, you rarely get along if at school if not make trouble in class must only be mediocre in the library where you may know." cynical Mirna.

" yes too. " Fatma mangosteen

" yes yes miss,gue road was waiting for tuh ama ayangk bebb." said Mirna.

" yes be careful, remember not to kebablasan not yet halal..!! fatma said.

" Ready Miss..!! Mirna saluted "dah miss..!! mirna's hand was not left behind as a sign of their separation.

" huff is fun to have a girlfriend, everywhere in boncengin, in the food treat in the grocery store, when I have a girlfriend too, Fatma huff, and so on, do not imagine excessively where there are those who want to be the same poor as a loh who only lives in a cage, and also the land is hitchhiking. if in the gusur you will not get a part.Fatma Fatma really poor your fate. "said Fatma cursed her own fate.

" already rather than condemning destiny, how about the spirit of work to find a lot of money so that it can be full stomach. "

Fatma stood up with a smile

and get ready and now even more eager to work with his bike.

" Cang Ci..!!! Cang Ci men..!!! cry Fatma

already circling in the park and the feet were already lackluster to walk and pedal bicycles but only fifteen thousand Fatma got and the time was getting late and almost the time Maghrib arrived.

" Allahuakbar......

the sound of the Adhan echoed very melodiously heard from the mosque next to the Fatma break. Fatma rushed to fulfill the call and guided her bicycle to the front of the mosque and parked it there.

with a parasitic face Fatma always carries with her wherever she goes .Fatma took ablution water and immediately entered the mosque to carry out her duties.

although fate is not as good as Fatma hoped, Fatma always remembers the Creator. God who always guard and protect Fatma, God who never complains with all the complaints of Fatma and God who is always a loyal listener of Fatma from all her stories, whether it is full of sorrow or full of laughter.

" O Allah, forgive my sins.pardon all the filths of all my limbs.pardon my mouth which is still always happy to curse others and say without heart. forgive Fatma O Allah.

" give me the sustenance, so that I may be better than I am now, O God, I love you, I love you too, and set You first in my life. "

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so many prayers and hopes that Fatma always said to her prince, the prince she really loved, and hoped that she would get the love in the world until the next day, Amen.

with the face sparkling Fatma out of the mosque, it felt so calm and happy for Fatma to always fulfill the call of the prince in her heart.

" dk. This is a little windfall from us. " said one mother and thrust a box of rice.

" thank you ma'am, may Mother's sustenance increase and blessings. " replied Fatma with the hand of receiving the box.

" yes, thanks deck. "

" yes ma'am, I should be the one to thank you." replied Fatma.

the unexpected windfall that Fatma got today, a rice complete with side dishes, along with a cake that looks very expensive there is also in it.

" Thank you God, " murmured Fatma

so tiring a day despite only fifteen thousand dollars Fatma decided to go home and she would eat at home.Maybe she could also make breakfast tomorrow, than she had to buy food , that would be a waste of money.

with the box that is on top of the basket and has tied it. Fatma began to drive the bike slowly because the lighting was not clear so Fatma had to be more careful.

" is that not Fatma.? is it true that he just returned to trading. " muttered Ikhsan who accidentally saw Fatma with his bicycle.

the very minimal light makes Ikhsan no longer able to see Fatma, either turn where Fatma.

at the intersection of the road suddenly there was a car that drove very fast and because it did not really see the car finally hit the basket Fatma and made Fatma fall along with all her merchandise and rice the box he got was in the mosque.

the driver was really outrageous he just ran away and was not responsible at all.

" Yep..!! if you walk carefully.!! mentang-about the rich man as good as his own jidat, I swear car loh keceplung abyss..!! screamed Fatma who unknowingly she had cursed something bad to someone else.

there were so many wounds on Fatma's legs and hands that she had to actually be able to stand up and walk to get home.

" Oh..!! why are my feet so hard to stand, awww. " said Fatma.

fatma's legs really can't stand when it's also possible there's a kesleo when falling. Fatma kept shouting for help hoping that someone would help her.

" please..!!! help..!! scream Fatma out loud.

although he was not sure if anyone would help him because the place was very quiet but did not make Fatma to keep screaming for help.

" please..!! help..!! o Allah help me, I really can not stand, help me. "murm Fatma with clear details that do not feel like flowing.

" Gosh deck. what happened.!! screeched at a father who happened to pass by when he wanted to go to the mosque.

" there was a car that hit me sir, but he did not want responsibility.pack can help me, my legs are difficult to move" said Fatma.

" let me see. "the father immediately examined Fatma's legs and it turned out that Fatma's legs were difficult to move.

painstakingly the father helped Fatma and massaged Fatma's legs until it could be moved again.

" that is, try now in motion. "

" Thank God you can already thank me, but I'm sorry sir there is no money to pay my father, there are some but to buy food tomorrow, but if you want this for your father only, as a sign of my gratitude " said Fatma.

" no need to deck me sincerely, save the money and tomorrow to buy a meal. "

" but sir."

" it's okay, sincere father.is it now possible to walk, or do I want to deliver it to your house.?

" no sir, I can do it myself. "

" yeah already, be careful his path huh.

" yes, thank you sir. "

it's unlucky today that the money can be mediocre, seneng because it can eat for free is now floating, sorry Fatma was not eaten while still in the mosque.

slowly Fatma picked up her merchandise and also took the side dishes from the rice box that could still be eaten, and also the bread that is dirty next door and must be cut and thrown away that is not worth it.

it grieved that Fatma's heart he really wanted to scream as much as he could. This pain, these tears, this hard work until when it would end.although Fatma was always cheerful and strong in the presence of others, she said, but actually he was very weak.he was very fragile, and could not hold back his tears when he was only alone.

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Author nangis. 😭😭😭😭

the patient is Fatma. 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

and sorry author. 🙏🙏😘😘😘