
"Zahara's... Zahara's... Cawing... Why did you stop? " Salma resuscitated Zahara who was still stunned
"Zahara" Salma hit Zahara's eunuch and managed to resuscitate him
Zahara complained of pain while stroking his forehead
"Why did you hit me, Sal? "
"Why, why, from earlier call you, you do not turn away" said Salma defending himself
"Say she has no crush, but you have a crush on her, right? " Celutuk Salma got to know his friend again.
"Ahh, no Sal" said Zahara aware of why he had been hit and began to step Salma dead so as not to get ridiculed from Salma.
Seeing the behavior of Zahara, Salma immediately knew that this friend of his must be embarrassed because he had just first discovered this kind of feeling.
Salma immediately chased after Zahara and grabbed her arm.
"Yes, I'm sincere to you" Celutuk Salma smiled at Zahara with a slight laugh
"That's all right" Tukas Zahara timidly
"Yes that... Who made you stand like a statue and deaf just now" Salma said, recalling to make Zahara embarrassed
"Salmas... " Zahara tried to get his best friend to stop teasing him.
Salma laughed amusedly looking at the expression of Zahara
"I'm orom pong e, ko orom weee boh (I'm with his friend you're the same one he's yah)" Salma pressed on her word to seduce Zahara again and immediately laughed amusedly
"You are like a female duck, you can quickly like men easily" Zahara said with a slight laugh, hearing Salma's words
"It took Zahara quite a while to fall in love with a handsome man" Salma laughed amusedly and greeted Zahara
They passed by with laughter and began to shut their mouths as soon as they entered the mosque. For, a mosque is a place of worship, a place that should not talk about everything about the mortal world.
Maghrib prayer rang, Salma and Zahara immediately disciplined the children who were outside and inside the mosque to sit quietly hearing the adhan.
"Read the do'a before learning first yes children" said Salma when finished praying maghrib and arranged rows with groups in the form of circles, said Salma, one circle will be taught by Zahara and the other for Salma, the two of them will take turns teaching in both groups, group A is children who have taught the Quran and group B is children who are still learning iqro or juz amma.
"Good ustadzah" said the children simultaneously and began to hear the sound of prayer rumbles in the mosque walled with old wood, like already eaten by termites.
Salma and Zahara split into both groups, and now it is Zahara's turn to teach in group A while Salma is group B.
I don't feel like time just passes. Until, the crowd dispersed back to their homes without rest by carrying torches in their hands one by one.
"Don't forget.... Tomorrow at 08:00 already here son" There was a voice of Salma's mother who did not talk to whom.
Zahara and Salma spontaneously looked at the door of the house with a fairly close distance because it almost reached the house. Seen from the corner of their eyes, Salma's mother was talking to two men who turned their backs to the two of them, what they were talking about seemed to be Salma's mother and father talking with interspersed laughter and jokes, it was as if they had been familiar for so long.
"Yes buk, sir, we retreat sir" said one of them and began to step away from the house of Salma
Hearing the men leave Salma's house and the footsteps approaching them, spontaneously Salma and Zahara lowered their heads and walked towards the house without looking at the man who was now walking beside them.
"Who is mak? " Salma asked her mother who was still standing at the door to look at the man.
"That's... People wander here, want to go to work" said Ms. Salma as she pointed at the two men who were almost invisible again
"Why do we go to our house so much? " Tanya Salma went back to hunting the curious
Zahara only listened to these two conversations between mother and child without speaking at all.
"Tomorrow we need young people to help harvest rice" said Ms. Salma quickly.
"Ooo yes I forgot my mother"
"Tomorrow you also come help mak pon yes son" said Ms Salma to Zahara
Mak pon is the aunt's call to the mother-in-law's brother-in-law in the Gayo tribe and pon is the call of uncle
"Yes Mak pon" Zahara said with a smile and nodded slowly.
"I went home first Mak pon" Zahara pamit and passed away leaving Salma's mother.
Zahara stepped slowly with a little tiptoe because the road is muddy and only modelled on a small light from the torch flame in his hand.
"Assalamu'alaikum mak" Zahara said a greeting before entering. Just as Zahara was about to knock on the door, the worn-out wooden door suddenly opened.
"Mak... Why is the door not locked? " She said Zahara then walked over to her mother in the room in a slightly angry and worried tone.
"Mak" said Zahara slightly shaking his mother's body to wake up.
"Yes... Why Zahara? " Say mother Zahara with a distinctive voice just woke up her sleep.
"Why is the door unlocked? " Tanya Zahara is back
"Mamak can't remember" Mother told Zahara looking at him grudgingly.
Zahara with a little annoyed and angry mixed with worry finally fell silent for a moment not wanting to fuss with her mother
The shadow of how his symptoms used to be during the dispute between GAM and TNI continues to be clearly remembered in his mind, this time has just been a period of recovery and GAM has not been completely eliminated.
GAM and the TNI may reappear and tear apart the village, which is why Zahara is so angry to see her mother casually not closing the door.
Various possibilities about bad things kept spinning in his brain, Zahara could not be left behind by this one and only treasure, he felt annoyed until his cheeks were flaming red with eyes that held back tears.
Zahara could only sigh deeply and remove the thought from his head.
"Yes, son... Mamak apologized" said Zahara's mother realized that Zahara was very upset with her.
"Yes... Next time you have to be careful again" said Zahara with a breath that held back tears
"Yes here, we go to sleep first" said mamak while patting the mattress so that Zahara moved off the floor and went to the mattress.