DESTINY OF JAMILA
13

One Year Later

" Daddy's comfortable over there? It's different here without a father. But, I will be strong and do not want to make dad there sad. Dad, Salsa's going to elementary school tomorrow. Try dad is still there, surely dad will anterin me to school.!"

Mila was holding herself back from crying. Eventually his defense faltered as well. Tears are now welling up in her eyes.

Salsa, who was also sad, hugged her mother. Now they are giving the grave to Irfan's grave.

"Mama, said my friend. So that you don't feel sad anymore, you have to marry your father."

Mila who was shocked to hear Salsa's chirping, twisted her neck quickly looked at her daughter.

"Salsa, what are you talking about. We're at your father's grave!" Strictly Mila, he got up from his seat. And lead Salsa to rise up as well.

"The sad mom kept. Grandma also said koq is my. To persuade Mama to marry again."

"Salvene!" Mila looked at her son.

This past week indeed, Salsa often told her Mama, to get married again. Of course, that's all the grandmother's teaching. Irfan's mother. Since Irfan died, Mila and Salsa have lived together with her two in-laws. He is still teaching, as well as continuing the efforts of the husband's depot.

"Well, if you don't want to get married again." Sahut Salsa limp. He dragged his feet, leaving his father's grave.

While Mila, kissed the husband's headstone. He is feeling very sad now. Feeling empty, disappointed and certainly lonely. Irfan's departure for eternity also made him feel lost and longing that was stirring. Moreover, her husband died when both of them were in a very harmonious state. Irfan was very kind to him in three months a month the man exhaled his breath.

Satisfied lamenting at the husband's grave. Mila began to frenzy looking for the whereabouts of her daughter in the parking lot. It was common, Salsa was waiting for her mother in the parking lot. But this time there is no.

With a messed up feeling Mila went back into the graveyard grounds. Looking for her very active son. Where the cemetery was currently on a plateau, there was rarely on any side of that cemetery. It makes Mila more panicked, Do not let her child fall into cheating.

"Yes Allah.. Where's son?" in a panic Mila spoke to herself. He's at the funeral there's no way he's screaming for the child.

Every corner of the cemetery was not separated from the look of his worried eyes. I did not see the existence of the princess. Mila combed the cemetery which was a little off to the west. He really hopes his son plays there.

And

Huuff..

He can also breathe softly. His son was with another pilgrim. And it was seen that the pilgrims were finished with their activities, and were preparing to leave the place.

Mila was already very upset with her daughter Salsa. He wanted to touch the ears of the child. But, because the place does not allow to be angry. Mila also tried to calm down and dampen her emotions.

"Mr...!" Salsa ran towards him.

"You, why go so far. Mama's worried to know!" finally Mila could not help but be angry with Salsa

Salsa Manyun, she does not like to be scolded. He turned around and rejoined the pilgrims he came to.

Mila was forced to spend time with the pilgrims who came to Salsa. A smile was now clearly printed on her face with friendly body language. For a moment he noticed 5 pilgrims in front of him. 2 women, with significant age difference. One is about 55 years old, and the other is about 25 years old. And two different-age adult men, too. One was about 60 years old and the other was 35. And a boy about 6 years old. Mila seems to know one of them. But, he was lack assured.

After paying close attention to the people in front of her, Mila also looks unpleasant.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, sir, if my daughter annoys my parents!" mila said politely. Both of his eyes were extremely curious about the figure he was familiar with before him. But he was not sure what he was thinking at the moment.

"Oowww... This is your daughter, right?" A middle-aged woman, wearing a white hijab with a black Abaya. About 55 years old.

"I, yes ma'am!" sahut Mila is polite. "Salsa, let's go home son!" persuade Mila, approaching Salsa who is now hiding behind the body of a man whose face is not foreign in Mila's vision.

"Don't go home with Mom. I want to go home with Darrel, Ma." Sahut Salsa was a little frightened glancing at Mila.

Mila glanced at a boy standing next to Salsa. That boy is named Darel. Mila was also made to be wrong in front of this family on pilgrimage. Why her daughter so compact with them.

"Gak ma, the house is not far from the grandmother's house. I know his house. I'm going to play at Darel's house a lot." Fast Salsa. He does not seem to want to be invited home by Mila.

"Sorry, sorry, mom. My son is not polite with you guys." Mila said reluctantly.

"Yes Mila, it's okay koq. Come on, we're out of this tomb!' said the mother who was about 55 years old.

They dragged their feet out of the funeral. It just so happened that Mila was walking side by side with the guy she knew. Because right now, Salsa is holding the man's hand. So, his position. Salsa was in the middle of Mila and the man.

Mila glances at the man who now holds Salsa and a boy named Darrel.

Ke catch wet is me lyrics. Mila quickly threw away her gaze.

The man also smiled faintly. He felt funny with his expression on his face.

" Mommy Mila, don't you know me?" asked the man glanced at Mila who was walking side by side with him

Mila glanced back at the man. And now his gaze is locked on the face that is now growing mustache and sideburns. "Emmm.. Is it Cholil sir?" he asked doubt and reluctance

The man named Cholil nodded slowly with a faint smile. Cholil Qoumas is a provincial-level kanwil.

"Heah.. "Mila who was stunned closed her mouth that had gaped with her fingers. "Ma, I'm sorry sir!" Mila unhappily bowed before the man. The man in front of him is an influential person at work.

"I'm sorry, sorry about what Mila?" ask the man smiling thinly. The man stopped his steps. Salsa and Darel took off Mr. Cholil's hand. They ran after their Grandpa and Grandma.

"I'm sorry to be disrespectful to my daughter sir. And I am the one who does not know my father. Sir, please. Don't stop me from my job!"

Mila said frantically before the man.

Mr. Cholil chuckles, he feels funny with his behavior Mila.

At the same time, a beautiful woman approached Cholil.

I feel like I am in the parking lot

"Quick Mas, same car keys Mas loh." Said the woman in her tone.

"Oww.. Yeah, come!" si Cholil. Leaving the dumbstruck Mila in place, unceremoniously stale.

Mila was still staring at Mr. Cholil and his family who had now rushed into the car.

"Mama.. Come on...!" Mila also woke up. He walked quickly to the princess who was waiting for him on the motorcycle.

"Salsa, don't you come with us home?" darel asked from the glass of the luxury car.

"Son Darel, I want to go home with my mom! chests... Da.. Da!" Sahut Salsa with his cheer, waved at his family Mr. Cholil.

Tin

The car horn sounded loud too. As a first sign to Mila.

Mila rushed towards her parked motorcycle. He rode his bike, but he did not run the bike directly. He was remembering what happened a year ago. When Mr. Cholil gave the money to Salsa.

"Is Mr Cholil married? what was that beautiful woman his wife?" mila said slowly.

"Ma... Let's walk!" pinta Salsa was impatient.