HIJRAHS
"MEET ZIAN AND ZANI"

Our conversation continued, mother mbak Nurma told him everything that Nurma told her.

even the intention of mbak Nurma who will take me home to her village. But my phone number was off and could not be reached.

Yes, I know that time when my phone was taken.Nurma must have contacted me.

But I do not know, that mbak Nurma intended to bring me to her village.

when Nurma looked for me for three days, she went around the streets looking for my whereabouts. Her worries culminated when she saw Mbak Siti through her employer's house walking towards the park in the complex area.until she decided to meet the evil woman and reprimand her for what she did to me.

and intend to ask the woman to tell her employer that I am not guilty and only slandered by her. but the attitude mbak Siti who is very arrogant. finally bringing mbak nurma to death. mbak Nurma not only did not get results from my search. she also did not get justice for me.

Hearing every story told by mother mbak Nurma. makes me and sister Sindi never stop shedding tears. how good is that woman?

If that day, I do not feel ashamed and afraid to burden Nurma's mother and meet her. surely at this time she is still with us. but this is what is called regret.

why regrets always come in later. why not crossed my mind to meet mbak Nurma. and say all her. that my money has been seized by mbak Siti. and I can't go far, but that's how the shame will weigh on Nurma's mother.it actually managed to lead me to great regret.

Some of the people who had gathered around us in the living room of this house, some of them came back out and there were still some people who were still loyal to listen to our chat.

"I'm so ashamed, ma'am" I said when I heard every story of Nurma's mother.

"Why should you be ashamed, son?" the answer.

"The kindness that Nurma gave me, I haven't been able to reply" I said as I wiped the tears in the corner of my eye.

"He loves you very much" he replied.

"Yes I know that, all this time he was very good to me and did not show disgust for my true identity" I said.

"Listen, son, the mistake your parents made was not your fault, the reason why you were born.it is the destiny of God.they are your biological parents. But, your father and adoptive mother are the ones who should be considered as parents to you" he replied.

"Yes Ma'am, I hate what they do so much if they do not throw me in a village that will obviously reject my presence. Father and Mother will not be reckless to take care of me and finally in the pimp and experience the improper actions of the citizens who feel the best" I said with tightness in the chest.

"I know how you feel, son" he replied.

"I hate my life Mom, why? I feel that everyone is good to me. will be unlucky" I said with a loud cry, imagined the death of my father and mother who were very good to me, and the death of Mbak Nurma. who is no less good to me.

"You don't talk like that, son, Nurma and your foster parents love you so much. If you hate your own life, then live for the three of them" she replied, wiping her tears.

"Yes Ma'am, I'm sorry again.if Nurma did not meet with me. surely this will not happen" I said.

"Your meeting is already fate.no one can read and change fate, nor the death of Nurma" he replied as he wiped the tears in his eyes.

Yes, I know how much sadness this mother felt, however Mbak Nurma was the only child in this family. he was the backbone of this family.he worked his way to the city to help the family economy and finance his two children.

"Oh yes, ma'am, where are the two children of Nurma?" I asked because from earlier I did not find the figure of a child in this house.

"They were in his grandfather's room, since their mother was gone. they had been beaten to illness for one week, however, they had been living together with his mother. from their childhood in his father's residence, to the departure of his mother must have made them hit." he replied.

"What a pity to them, can I see them?" I said begging to meet them and hoping for an answer to IYA, which this mother threw.

"Yes" she replied, which relieved me.

This mother asked one of the women who happened to sit with us, using her regional language.the woman obeyed what was ordered by her mother mbak Nurma.

before long, the woman came with two very small children, I estimate their age has not reached the age of 10 years.

Without waiting for long, the two children obeyed what their grandmother had told them to do.

"Zian, Zani. How old are you?" I asked the two kids in front of me.

"8 years" they answered.

"Zian and Zani are twins. Zian was born first, they were only blocked by 5 minutes" said mother mbak nurma explained.

"Oh, it's appropriate that they look the same age and that their faces look very similar" I replied.

"Are they still in school?" ask Sindi

"Still," replied Nurma's mother.

"Zian, Zani. if you're older, what would you like to be, baby?" I asked the two angels mbak Nurma.

"Police, doctor" Zian and Zani replied together.

"Well, what a wonderful thought you have." I replied in amazement at the minds of both of them.

"Why would Zian want to be a cop?" ask Sindi to the boy.

"Liar can boast of mamah, and can be a protector for the family" he replied innocently

"If Zani, why would she want to be a doctor?" again Sindi asked.

"Liar can treat grandfather, pity mamah.he works far away and lives alone.in order to finance grandfather who is sick. if Zani became a doctor. Zani can treat grandfather until healed. and mamah will be happy" he replied at length.

And yet somehow? the answer of this little girl made me and Sindi's brother touched.they were still very small, but their souls looked very mature.they were very affectionate with Nurma.

"Your minds are very good, Aunt wishes all your minds could be fulfilled easily" I replied, who was greeted with Aamiin's answer from everyone who sat with us.

"Can Auntie hug you both?" pinta.

They had a glance at his grandmother, and after getting a nod from the grandmother.they hugged my body tightly, inexplicably the hug they gave. feels the same as the hug that Nurma often gives me?

The taste is exactly the same. This hug managed to make me shed tears back. I kissed the head of this child's head. until they release his embrace. and sit back near his grandmother.

"What about Mrs?" I asked Mbak Nurma's mother.

"For almost a year, he was lying on the bed, he could not move like the others" he replied

"What is your sick father?" ask sis Sindi.

"Truck, all his limbs are dead" replied the mother.

"Can we meet Dad?" my many.

"Can" she replied.

We got up from sitting down, and followed the step of the mother mbak Nurma's bow. There is a sense of pity when seeing this old woman walking. with a step that began to slow. I don't know how old he is? But he's very old.

Until we stood in front of a curtain that closed a room door.

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