HIJRAHS
"RETURN TO THE CITY"

When the shabby curtains are opened slowly by the mother mbak Nurma, it is clearly visible.an old grandfather with gray hair.The body is very thin as a layered bone skin. reminding me of the condition of my mother's body was very thin. father was lying on a bed made only of bamboo.with no mattress blocking the hardness of bamboo that touches his body directly.

Sindi and I followed in the footsteps of the mother,

"Father didn't say much after Nurma's absence.nurma was indeed our only child.and somehow he was the backbone of the family after the father was sick. nurma's departure left a lot of wounds in the heart of the father." he said.

"Does your father just keep quiet every day, ma'am?" my answer.

"No, before his father had a lot to say, he always wanted to talk to Nurma, even about whatever it was" he said.

"So, you're moody after Nurma's death?" ask sis Sindi.

"Yes, so far the father really loves Nurma. even had not given permission when the nurma decided to migrate far into the city" he said.

Hearing the mother's words, and seeing firsthand the condition of the father made me feel more guilty.me and brother Sindi finally returned to the middle room again.

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During this time we got good treatment from all parties.none of the people here who sneered and insulted us.we got the treatment like an honorable guest here. one day I decided to go back to the city.

"Sister, when do we go back to the city" said Kak Sindi when playing mobile phone. Yes, we already have two days in the village mbak Nurma.

"As far as you go, big brother just come along" he replied.

"We go home tomorrow how about you? it doesn't feel good to have been with you for too long" I said

"True, pity them" he replied.

"Eemm, brother. Can I borrow some money?" I said ventured because honestly I have no money. there is only one million that was given by Sindi as a salary for me who helped clean up his house.

"How much?" the answer.

"One or two million" I said.

"What's Lea for?" he answered while linking his eyebrows.

"To give to mother mbak Nurma. I honestly do not feel good and feel very guilty about the death of mbak Nurma" said I explained.

"Yes, I understand" she replied .

Before long Sindi also handed me a piece of fiber.

"Thank you, brother" I said.

"Yes Leah is the same" he replied.

That night, when we finished eating dinner provided by the owner of the house. I decided to say goodbye tomorrow morning.

After the mother mbak Nurma finished feeding the father and sat with us.

This is how everyday in the house here.not only the floor is still ground.this house also does not have a tv. really very alarming.

"Mom, tomorrow Sindi and I will return to the city" I told the good woman before me.

"Why so fast, son, I think you'll be here long" he replied in surprise.

"Kak Sindi has to work, and so do I" I said.

"Well, I can't force you to stay. Often visit here, son, I will be very happy" he replied, holding both hands

"Yes ma'am, I will visit here often" I said

"Yes, I will wait for your arrival here son" he replied.

"Yes ma'am, is there a phone number you can call? so that we can always exchange news" said Sindi gave advice.

"I don't have a phone, there's Nurma's phone. But I can't use it?" the answer.

"I have a mother" said a woman I knew she was Nurma's brother.

"Oh yes, Sri has a cell phone" he replied.

"Boleh mbak" replied mbak Sri.

kak Sindi also recorded the mobile number mbak Sri, .

In the morning......

Sindi and I were preparing to return to the city. Sindi had heated her car. And I was watching her mother painstakingly feed her father, who occasionally shed his tears.

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Father always hugged the photo mbak Nurma. I really understand what he felt. a father will be very close to his daughter. let alone mbak Nurma his only child. mbak Nurma often pamper him. I often hear when I was with Mbak nurma first.

He called his parents often and asked what he wanted?

by the time I got out, Zani and Zaki had left for school from this morning.

"Mom, we are going back to the city" said my brother and Sindi who were already on the terrace of the house.

"Yes, my heart is on the road, tell me when it's there" he replied.

"Titip greetings to the father, I just saw the father was asleep, and also put my greetings to Zani and Zaki" said I as I held the mother's hand.

"Yes son, I will send your greetings to them" he replied.

"And this is. there is little money for the needs of the mother and family. it is not much but I hope the mother accepts it" I said while giving three million rupiah into the hands of mother.

"What is this, son? why are you giving me so much money?" the surprised answer.

"That's nothing with the kindness of my family during my time here, In shaa Allah. every month I will send money to my mother to help my mother" I said

"No son, you don't have to do that, I can still work to make money, save your money for your needs" he replied.

"Mom, I'm just on my own. it doesn't cost much. Here there is Zani there is Zaki. and there are fathers too. who must get a good intake" said I.

"You are a good boy, son" he replied, stroking my cheek.

"Thank you very much, ma'am" I said.

Sindi and I said goodbye and entered our car. At first glance I saw my mother rubbing the corner of her eyes. did she cry?

They were very kind to me, I even had time to feel sadness when I was about to leave my mother.

Our car drove away, leaving the village where Nurma lived.Our journey continued.all the way.I thought.how can I get a lot of money?

Pity to see the condition of the father who only sleeps on the bale. without a mattress. pity also on the mother. With his physical condition that is clearly not able to work hard anymore, how does he support both Nurma and father's children?

I have to help them, though,

I had to replace Nurma's mother as the backbone for them.

I must realize the ideals of both children mbak Nurma. that way I will feel able to pay all the goodness mbak Nurma against me. and my guilt for the death of mbak Nurma will be slightly reduced.

"Why are you talking? later kesambet loh" said Sindi who realized I was daydreaming.

"No brother, I was just thinking how to help the family mbak Nurma" I replied.

"Yes, have great pity on their lives" said Sindi.

"Yes sister, who is left only mother mbak Nurma. with her condition so? how does he feed his family" I replied.

"You are right" said Sindi.

The car kept going, several times we stopped to rest. Until exactly 9 pm we arrived home. until Sindi went straight in and laid her body on her soft mattress.I went into my room and laid my body down.

I don't know what time I'm asleep.

and when I woke up dreaming of meeting Nurma's mother, who smiled at me, she thanked me.

until I was awake, and the sun seemed to have appeared.....