Almahyras
Section 16

...16 : Comparing life?...

"... Your aunt died, Alma."

The air in Alma's lungs seemed to be being stretched for a moment. How can ... Aunt Maryam? A good woman who took care of her had died forsaking herself.

Alma does not believe.

"Umma lied, just now Uncle Idrus called Alma and he didn't say anything ..."

Umma Sarah stood up, sitting beside Alma to be a temporary backrest for the grief of her foster children. "Your uncle said he couldn't talk about the death of your aunt, Alma."

"Umma .. but this is all impossible. Aunt Maryam must be well, Auntie must be fine a-me---"

Alma was embraced by Umm Sarah. His heart is more fragile, to just feel happy why is it so difficult for him? The memories of Aunt Maryam revolved again in thought-at the age of fourteen, where she approached the funeral of her Mother Anggraini, and raised this orphan as her son.

Be ill.

Why else would losing him feel?

"Umma please get off ..." Alma standing. After releasing a hug from Umma Sarah, then without saying goodbye he immediately left the orphanage-office toward his dorm room by running with tears.

"No way ..."

Passing through the dining area with Alma's men again muttered, "Auntie .. i-this is all impossible ..."

Everyone, both boys and girls, were staring at him. But Alma did not care, and somehow his dorm again became very far away, when he really needed a place to take shelter so that his pain was not known by anyone.

Brak!

"Aah!" lamented Alma.

This time he didn't hit anyone. He stumbled over a rock and fell, injuring the right part of his leg, and even the robe he was wearing was torn. Alma no longer cared about the pain of her wound. Yet for some reason it was hard for his right leg to move - he could only bow, lamenting the pain that had lashed twice in his body and heart.

"Aunt ..."

Alma's two hands squeezed the sand-mixed ground where he fell. "Why did Aunt lie? Bi-bi promised to go home ..."

"I-I'll call Bi-bi, Mother ... Bi-bi has to go home, Bi-bi has to meet me ... Bad aunt, Aunt .. Auntie left me ..."

A hand suddenly touched Alma's left arm. He knew that the hand belonged to a woman, and he .. simply continued to cry without looking up to see who was helping him.

The man, took her sitting on the stone chair of the garden.

"Can we walk?"

Mardiyah's?

Spontaneous Alma looked up at a woman with a black robe and a brown veil touching her left palm.

"Can you walk?" ask Mardiyah, again.

Alma nodded.

"I intervened" said Mardiyah, and Alma stood up slowly. Maybe the range of distance taken to get to the Alma dormitory is one dormitory and a place to eat with women.

Pretty far.

"Your feet hurt. You wait here, I'll---".

Alma shook her head and refuted, "I can walk, Mar."

"Tell Umma, you're too stubborn" muttered Mardiyah.

And a moment Mardiyah had spoken from the direction of the place to eat with men seen Lutfan was riding a motor matic out of nowhere. But when he saw Mardiyah and Alma in the park, Lutfan spontaneously stopped the machine and approached the two.

"Lo why?"

The question was not asked to Alma, because Lutfan's net face led to Mardiyah.

"You're wrong. What you should ask is Alma" said Mardiyah flatly.

Lutfan's view turned again to Mardiyah. "Lo what the hell is Mardiyah! Don't-"

"Stop Lutfan, don't blame Mardiyah. I did not cry because of fighting with him anymore" said Alma.

Mardiyah stood up, and opened her palm in front of Lutfan.

"W-what?"

"I borrowed your bike" said Mardiyah.

Lutfan's forehead shrivels. "Make what?"

"You didn't see her leg hurt?"

Lutfan handing over motor key. He turned around without looking at Mardiyah again. But before leaving he said, "Later parking my motorcycle in front of Umma's office."

"Yes." Yeah."

Mardiyah again approached Alma-lantas trying to slowly ride the girl to the bike. And after successfully ascending, Mardiyah turned on the engine.

"Close grip" said Mardiyah.

If using a motor the distance traveled is reduced. Now that Alma and Mardiyah had arrived at the dormitory, he immediately got off and again Mardiyah helped to get the.

I don't know what Umma Sarah told Mardiyah. Up ... Alma felt Mardiyah was so kind.

"Where is your P3?"

Alma shook her head and slightly looked up at Mardiyah. "Mar, enough. Thanks for taking me to the dorm. I'll be-" later"

"One's help shouldn't be denied, Alma."

"Astaghfirullah's. I don't want to deny Mar, I-I just don't want to take care of you."

Netra Mardiyah caught P3K neatly located on the side table near Alma's sleeping lamp. As soon as Mardiyah picked up, then sat down at the bottom to pick up the black robe and fold the Alma leggings.

"The luck is not too severe, only scratches," murmured Mardiyah.

After Mardiyah treated her, she returned P3K and then sat down on the bed next to Alma.

"Every living thing will feel dead." Mardiyah sighed softly. It is not usually he talks a lot with new people - especially considering his struggle with Alma at that time. Then he looked at Alma from the side and said, "It is not good to compare sadness or the misery of living with others. But Alma ... in fact your life is more bitter than mine."

"And ..." This time Mardiyah stared straight at the tables Alma composed of books. Then he continued saying, "I feel like the most evil man in the world. When ... when I said, that you took everything from me."

"In fact here, the one who became selfish was me. Because ... I was never willing to share someone important in my life with anyone," continued Mardiyah.

Alma lowered her head, straightening her legs - with a quick look of a bitter smile, Alma said, "Until any time Mar, we never know the suffering of others, before we feel it ourselves."

"So don't say that my life is more bitter than yours. Because in fact, if it's your life's trials that I'm going through right now, maybe I'll never be able to survive."

Alma. This time he and Mardiyah were fighting each other. "Isn't ...  Did God give the trials of life beyond the limits of His servants?"

Mardiyah nodded.

The sound of rain suddenly rang out from the roof of the dormitory. The silence that occurred was accompanied by increasingly violent rain. Alma still felt awkward with Mardiyah, not even feeling good when troublesome Mardiyah like this.

"Alma .. I'm sorry, '" said Mardiyah.

"I'm ... also sorry, Mardiyah." The second net gaze of Alma broke, looking straight at the table in front of her. "Because what you said is true, Mar. I should have .. not taken the property of others."

"My words were wrong, Alma. Anyway ... Umma Sarah loves all the orphanage children, I'm the one in a hurry to judge" said Mardiyah.

Alma nodded and sighed softly. "Mar ... How do you cope with life's grief?"

"Because what I hear and see, you seem to ignore the words of others about your life, Mar. Even ... It seems I rarely see the pitiful glare of your eyes."

Alma's three-second pause continued to say, "What ... Is it that easy for you to hide everything Mar?"