Love Frame For Sarmila
CHAPTER 94

The drizzle had turned into a very heavy drop of water. A thunderous lightning sound like it was about to strike. The streets seemed so straight, no one explored the cold rain.

Unfortunately, it did not dampen the steps of the little girl. In addition to the growing rain, the girl stepped alone in a complex not far from her home. Agree and Merawan is still in one scope, like neighbors. It's just that the Merawan area mostly has a nice house. Different from the agreed direction filled by the middle and lower class people.

He continued walking without a care that his body was already soaked. The goal is still deep inside. For such a small child, it would not be able to walk alone without someone accompanying.

After walking quite far uphill, he finally reached his destination. The place where he is the person he missed. Shedding his complaints on that figure.

"Assalamualaikum, mother," Her body sat curled up on a gravestone called "Aminah". The girl also shed her tears.

"Mom, Lala's coming. Mom how are you? I am smiling in heaven. The mother of good people, dear to all of us, never got angry with her son. Wish I could get that after mom left. But I actually didn't get it. Why didn't Sarah like me before, Mom? because I'm not as pretty as her. But said my grandmother Seruni and sister Sarah similar to mother,"

"Mom, Lala wants to be here. Same mom, Lala doesn't want to go home. No one loves me. My brothers are busy with their lives." Lala kept telling me in front of her mother's grave. Spill all his complaints.

His mind floated when Sarah was a child always sniffling at him. Although sometimes her brother is very sweet, sometimes make a nyesek. Each Lala has a learning task only Mila and Eva take turns to accompany him. Eva often stays in their old house.

A little flashback if in the past after Aminah died, the contract in Mila and her family was sold to Seruni grandmother. Not to mention when Mila chose to leave the house for independent reasons. Though Mila was subtly expelled from the same grandmother Seruni.

"From now on, they live with me" said the grandmother of Seruni at the time.

"But, Grandma. Why our contract is sold. I could've stayed with just the three of them,"

Grandma Seruni smiled. He felt Mila had forgotten that the ownership of the rented business belonged to Grandma Seruni.

"This is my contract. So it's my right to be rented or sold. You're not even entitled here, you're nobody to me, understand!"

"Where are you going?" Lala then held back Mila who was carrying a backpack.

"So I don't want to work, La. Later if you have a lot of money that we can collect again," Lala still shook her head. Only Mila understood him. It's not Sarah who likes not to care about him.

"Sister Mila wants to calm down, La. She's heartbroken about failing marriage with Anjas. He'll come home later, too" Sarah said without burden.

"Sarah's sister doesn't hold Mila's sister away, Sarah doesn't love Mila. Or maybe it's true that Sarah likes Anjas' sister,"

"You little boy knows what about kayak gini. You better learn good so that later become a successful person. Not poor like this," said Sarah.

"We are not poor, but that is all" Lala argued.

"It's still not as rich as Rudi's family. Brother will also be willing to be independent,"

Since Mila left home, everything became separated, Lala lived in the strict upbringing of the grandmother. While Sarah is not prevented when you want to kost independently. Lala felt an injustice on her.

Grandma Seruni continued to blame Mila for everything that happened in her family. Including Sarah's decision to host following Mila. Though Lala knew that her brother boarding in the rented property of Melani's mother, Anjas' parents.

Still at the funeral, Lala cried while hugging the navel of Aminah's mother, the woman who had given birth to her. The woman who raised him with love. Lala felt that there was no point in her coming home. Mila never came to pick her up, Sarah was never sweet to her.

Lala's body was soaked in muddy mud around the cemetery. The little girl was even lying on top of the tomb which was still in the form of soil. There was no cement that beautified his mother's final resting place.

"Lala just stay here, ma'am. More calm when near the mother," his small body is not strong enough to withstand the swift rain. Lala felt her gaze blur, she no longer knew what was happening. Everything's dark.

Mila and Danu wait for the rain that soaks the earth Raflesia. Plans for pilgrimages to the tomb of Aminah's mother will remain in place. The time showed at four in the afternoon, where they had just finished their congregational ashar prayers at the parlour.

Later that night after Isya, the Muhamadiyah bond will hold a lecture event. The symbol event welcomes the month of Ramadan which falls on Thursday or can be said tomorrow. The plan is to finish the event Mila will come with her husband to the house of the in-laws. Fulfill the invitation of Rubiah's mother to fast first with them.

"So you guys want to make a pilgrimage first? I thought you guys were gonna pick Lala up. You said you wanted to take your two sisters with you,"

"I've tried to call Sarah and Anjas. But their phones are not active. It seems not to be hunted to follow there, finished the event directly to Rubiah's mother's place," said Mila.

"How about we stay there tomorrow. So I have plenty of time for Sarah and Lala, so I'll talk to mommy,"

"Is it okay, Mom?"

"It's okay, honey. The time is at that stage. You'll be exhausted, pity our son" Danu stroked his wife's stomach.

"Have you checked with the doctor?"

"No, Ma. Maybe early in the month just check it out. Yes, Mas," Danu nodded small.

"Well, we used to make the pilgrimage straight to Sarah's place. Ma'am, me and Mila want to go to the tomb of Aminah's mother first" said Danu.

"Be careful, Danu. You're bringing a pregnant wife. So do not speed, let alone the direction of the funeral climb down, slowly," said Bu Nurmala.

"Well, Mom, we go first,"

They left the home and went to the tomb on a motorbike. Along the way some brown water flows like waves in the ocean. Yes, it has become a habit of Bengkulu city if heavy rain must be overflowing river water.

From the village road Bali then turn towards Sukamerindu area. They stopped at the intersection of the clock because there was a red light. The motor also rotates towards Sawah Lebar Stadium, the sports venue of Bengkulu city. Mila's eyes looked towards Bengkulu's SMA 5.

"Mas, turn there yuk," Mila pointed to the mahogany path.

"Where are you going?"

"Nr ...."

"What time is it, Maghrib hunt. Not to mention we have to attend Muhammadiyah event,"

"Tris dumpling" said Mila.

"You hungry?"

"Just go there first, this is what he wants," whined Mila while stroking her queen's stomach.

Danu turned his motorcycle towards Mahoni road. Passing through his favorite school warehouse of achievers. In front of him was a public library building up past Raflesia hospital, Mila looked at the place where she had been fired just for getting Ammar in the hospital.

Now she is her husband's cousin.

"This world is narrow as it turns out," inner Mila.