Love Me Seikhlasmu
Night Woman

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Humaira, a beautiful and meaningful name, is given by her parents who have passed away. A name so precious to him that he did not dare to use that name in his present life.

At the age of 32, he had to fight for a bite of rice that he would give to his sick little son. High fever that causes it to have to fight pain to affect the nerves of his brain. As a result of the fever, his son experienced mental retardation and paralysis when he was just 4 years old.

"Hum, go to sleep. You must be tired. Let me take care of Danu"

"It's okay, Brother Umi, seeing his face my tiredness goes away by itself"

"And you dearest mother, Danu dearest mother..."

"Mother also loves Danu.., the smartest mother's son"

"And you're a smart kid, today he's finished off a packet of bread you bought"

"Oh yeah? Wow..mom's son is great!"

"Andu's great, Danu's dear mother. Great mom, Danu's great"

The simple rented house they occupied with a homeless woman he knew when he was stranded. Umi, the woman who always was nearby and took care of her son like her own son. Umi's age is not much different from her. For 35 years Umi had to live in hiding. The fire incident when Umi was 12 years old, killed all members of his family. Only he was saved and Umi was deformed in his face. The woman who is now a brother to Humaira even though they are bloodless.

"You've eaten the Hum?"

Tanya Umi sees Humaira who starts to lay herself beside Danu.

"I'm not hungry yet. Brother eat first"

"Is your workplace okay?"

"As usual, nothing has changed. Customers come to change"

Humaira replied while kissing Danu's hand.

Umi breathed. The woman knew that the work Humaira was doing was very hard for her and her heart.

"Hum, Danu's milk is out"

Umi reported when he opened a can of milk that turned out to be exhausted.

Humaira who almost fell asleep beside her son immediately opened her eyes wide.

"Let me buy one second, brother, is there anything else? Let me buy you all"

Humaira said as she stretched her stiff body.

"It looks like our rice lives a little bit"

Umi looked at Humaira.

"Wait a minute, brother, I'll be right back"

Humaira said with a smile.

Humaira stroked her son's head affectionately. He also moved from his place. The woman took the wallet from inside her bag, then walked towards the minimarket which was not far from her contract.

Humaira was just an ordinary woman who was not very beautiful. But with the power of make up can turn him into an angel. Not infrequently the striped men turned to him when he walked across them.

Right, she's a comfort woman. Some consider women to be unworthy of living in the world and some need it for their sexual desires. The reason is classic, because he is dirty and sinful. Jane, the name of the mother who introduced her to the night world and provided convenience for all her needs.

Now the night world he lived in began a new chapter in his life. Blasphemy and mockery only sounded like meaningless whirring to him. Must be, he must be. If he wavers at the abuse and insults of the people on him, he cannot achieve his goal of treating his weak-lying baby at home.

"If it is beautiful so in the husband's stay must be because there is nothing"

A mother muttered to her friend, when Humaira was making a payment at the cashier.

"Yes, where there are men willing to take off beautiful women. It must be because there's nothing. A woman doesn't know herself?!"

Answer the mother's friend in a slow tone.

Their murmurs rang out in Humaira's ears even to the cashier guard who immediately stared curiously.

" It's mbak"

Humaira offered a sum of money to the cashier according to the price of his shopping with a smile. Without looking at the mothers he immediately took his shopping bag and walked out of the minimarket.

"Yeah..."

Humaira sighed for a moment, then continued to step foot home.

Husband? I don't know why she doesn't remember what else she says her name is. The man who only loved when he had the treasures of his parents, and left when they were no longer left. He who is foolish loves the man sincerely but is betrayed by him without knowing it. She was divorced when she became pregnant without knowing it.

Not want to live this way, not the purpose of serving the adam's nose. The exhausting journey of his life forced his feet to step onto a path no one else wanted to tread.

Regretted? Maybe the word was too late for him to realize, and the word always came when all had happened.

The capital city is cruel, but Humaira has become accustomed to the cruelty that always stops in her life. After the presence of her son Danu, Humaira became a strong mother figure despite the precipitous storm that approached her.

Once he dreamed of having a normal life like people who looked at him with a look of disgust. However, the memories of her tearful household story made Humaira dismiss her desire to live a normal life. To him everything looks the same. What he prioritizes now everything is his only son. His only blood family and his most precious treasure.

The girl always cried every time she squabbled on her long prayer mat. To God alone, the tears flowed endlessly. To Allah alone, tired and tired all over his body, he rested. And to Allah all the pains and wounds in his heart he said without hesitation.

Humaira performs prayers 5 times at a time. The dirty work he did did not forget him to prostrate himself to Allah. He believed that God loved him very much with the trials he had been through all this time.

Of love? That one word is now a sacred word that he should avoid for and from men. Love that drops it into the deepest valley and love that makes people sometimes forget everything.

For Humaira, the life without love that he now lives is better than the life of his household that was built on love. The love she gave her husband returned with the love that he gave to other women. Miris, but that's the love Humaira experienced.

His life story is not a story that invites laughter, or comedy that can entertain the heart when tired. But there is only sadness and hurt, which may only add to the tightness in the chest.

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