Mahram To Azira
Chapters 11.4

Pock

Someone patted Azira's shoulder from behind. Azira was very surprised reflexively looking back. When he looked back, he immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Why is Azira here?" Ask Sasa astonished.

He was about to enter the gate of the complex, but accidentally saw Azira bengong alone on the side of the road.

"Oh... I was shopping with Umi." Azira said.

Sasa did not see any Umi here.

"Where's Umi, brother?"

Azira turned to the side precisely in front of the meat merchant, Umi with the other mothers still waiting in line to choose meat. Sasa naturally followed in the direction where Azira was looking. When he saw that Umi was there, he did not ask anymore.

"Let's meet, Umi. Don't keep on going on the side of the road. Be careful, you see, there are a lot of pickpockets here." Sasa warned.

Azira immediately secured his wallet. Afraid that he'd be banged up, the pickpocket would take his wallet. To Azira, this was the single most precious treasure in his body.

"Come on." With hesitation Azira left with Sasa.

He let Sasa walk in front, then occasionally looked back. Madam Bara and the thug are no longer there. Seeing this, he instantly became calm. At least won't meet that unlucky lady.

After shopping, they all went home together. Along the way Umi unceasingly advises Sasa not to repeat. Umi doesn't like it when Sasa goes to someone else's place. Than Sasa who went better those people who came to the house. As long as it's a girl, Umi won't be a problem. But if it was a man, Umi would not open the door of the house.

Entering the house, Azira asked permission to go back inside to rest for a while. In the room he dropped himself on the bed. His clear eyes looked at the ceiling above the room. When do you want to think?

He has no debt or gratitude to Madam Bara, but why is he always being chased?

Azira was confused and dizzy. The most feared thing is the mistress Bara to contact her husband's family. If Madam Bara talks to Umi or the others, she is afraid that her mother's work as a woman of the night is revealed. But, ah?

"Maybe everyone already knows what my mother's job is?"

Azira still remembered the words that Frida had spoken to that day in the garden. Dirty?

Raised in a dirty way?

"Oh my God, what should I do now? Could Kenzie have known that, too? If he knows, then why doesn't he ever ask?" Azira found it difficult to think about it.

"Am I... Should I ask him directly?" Azira worried.

"But what if he doesn't know?" And he's getting dizzy thinking about it.

Unknowingly Azira has a thought that she wants to look clean in front of Kenzie. Is it because his recent reliance on Kenzie made him not want to leave a bad impression on Kenzie?

"My heart is not calm, God." He rubbed his face agitated.

Long pensive in anxiety. Azira finally decided to take ablution water and perform Dhuha sunnah prayer.

He thought that by performing the prayer might be able to clear his mind and release it from anxiety.

While Azira was praying, Sasa went into his room. He intends to take Azira down to hang out instead of being alone at home. But when he entered the room, he was immediately speechless to hear the sobbing from his sister-in-law.

Doubtful, he carefully closed the door of the room and walked into the room without making a sound. He then sat on the bed. Staring at Azira who was prostrating was drowning in her painful cries.

Sasa had no idea what he was thinking right now. He used to look down on his sister-in-law. But when she saw Kenzie change when she was with her sister-in-law, she immediately decided that as long as Kenzie was happy then everything didn't matter.

She thinks Azira has no fear or sadness for successfully marrying into a rich family. As Safa's aunt said, Azira was a child raised the wrong way and from the wrong person.

But hearing Azira's painful sobs right now, she immediately felt very guilty. Azira is human. He has a sadness and inner pressure that is not easy to tell.

Azira was surprised to see Sasa's whereabouts in this room.

"Since when are you here, deck?" Azira hurriedly wiped away the tears on her face.

He did not want to look pitiful in front of his sister-in-law.

Sasa stared at Azira's wet face, hesitating, his hand raised holding Azira's hand and grasping it gently.

"just now. I wanted to take my sister downstairs to hang out, but when I saw her praying, I put her away." Sasa replied not to lie.

"Walking? Come on, it just so happens that you don't have a job anymore." Azira immediately opened her mucena cloth.

He's willing to go hang out with his sister-in-law.

"Sir Azira, don't push yourself. Is Brother Azira sad?" Hold Sasa.

Indeed, when he saw Azira on the side of the road bengong alone, Sasa felt strange. He felt that there was something Azira was hiding from him. It was clearly visible from the panicked and moody face that was impossible to hide from the look on his face.

"Sister is not sad, deck. Brother is fine." Azira said lying while trying to form a smile as wide as possible.

He wanted to look fine in front of Sasa. But free, Sasa had seen everything.

"But I heard my brother crying in prayer. The sound of my brother's crying touched me and made me sad. Brother Azira, I'm sorry I ever did anything wrong to you. I'm sorry to hurt my sister with such harsh words and the way I treated my brother so badly. I'm really sorry, brother. Because of anger, I forgot to bring brother is also human. Big brother has heart and feelings, big brother must have been hurt by my rudeness to the previous brother." Sasa apologized sincerely to his sister-in-law.

What a shame, one who has been despised and considered dirty today wept bitterly before the Creator with a heart-slicing cry. It felt like Sasa was immediately slapped, because his holy self never cried like this before the Creator. She was ashamed, very ashamed. Seeing Azira's grief, she was moved to apologize and share the grief.

"What are you saying, deck? I've long forgotten about that problem. For me it was a natural reaction and I am so grateful that you accepted me. Don't think about it, deck. The past I've long forgotten and I just want to focus on the present." Azira's heart warms when she hears her heartfelt sister-in-law's apology.

This is the family he should think of.

"Then what makes you cry sobbing in front of the Creator? Share your story with me. I promise I won't reveal it to anyone else no exception, Mr. Kenzie." Sasa persuades Azira to share her story with him.

Because he had heard from the lecturer one of his lecture eyes on campus. That when someone chooses to tell the problem or blow the problem through the sky, then the person is already at the lowest point in his life. He cannot rely on anyone but the Creator. It sounds sad but the fact that it is so amazing because relying on God in all things will never disappoint.

Sasa did not want to miss. He also wants to share it with his brother-in-law. Hoping that by sharing the story, the relationship between the two of them could be closer.

"I'm..." Azira was hesitant and embarrassed at the same time.

Sasa presses, "Tell me, brother."

After thinking for a while, Azira thought it was fine to tell Sasa his heart grievances. In addition he wanted to take advantage of this situation to improve his mother's name.

"Maybe you already know about my background, deck."

Sasa quietly listened.

"I came from the village, came to town with my mother when I was 12. Our goal in coming to town was to find my father. A father I haven't seen since I was first born in the world. People in the village said that my father did not love me, so he left us and never returned to the village to find us. Everyone said that, including aunts, uncles, or other relatives. They say that my mother is crazy still expecting a man who will never come back. But whatever they say about my father, I always argue and say that my father is the best man in the world. Perhaps the reason why he did not return to the village to look for them was because of economic limitations or difficulties that could not be resolved. So as soon as I finished elementary school, Mom brought me to this town. We passed days with very difficult challenges during our stay in the city, we finally met up with dad. But you know what, deck? When Dad first saw us, he said we were beggars and immediately kicked us out. But my mother immediately denied it and explained to my father who we were. And again, my father won't admit us. He said that he's been divorcing Mom ever since he left the village. Then what about me? He said he only had one daughter, Humairah. My sister from a different mother. At that moment I saw with my own two eyes, the deck, how hurt my mother was. Tears in her fertilizer had already accumulated, but she was trying to hold back her cries. I still didn't really understand how the world was doing, but when I saw how hurt my mother was, I also felt pain, deck, and started to hate my father. Oh, still not hating. But disappointed." While telling the story, Azira could not resist his sobs.

No matter how hard he held back those tears from going down, he was unable to. It feels too painful. Every time he remembered that day, his heart must have been very sick. As if sliced, the wound could not heal.

"Don't cry..." Sasa asks Azira to stop crying, but she herself cries.

Now he knows why Azira hates the Humairah family so much. If Umi was in the position of Azira's mother, then Sasa would definitely feel the same. He would have hated Abah so much and thought of all sorts of ways to take revenge on Abah.

It felt unreconciled if he just kept quiet to see Umi hurt.

"That day did disappoint me, and I haven't gotten to the point that I hate my family so much. Deck, we in town have no job, no place to live, and no house to live in. We don't have anything, deck. Mom wanted to take me back to the village, but we didn't have a penny. Let alone money for transportation costs, to eat only we do not have. Leaving Dad's house, my mom and I were hanging out in the street. We searched for leftovers in the trash, in food stalls, and behind restaurants. We ate everything we could get. Not infrequently..." Azira laughed in pain, "We will fight with the other scavengers. For the sake of second-hand food, we will fight and hurt each other. But suddenly someone offered my mother a job. My mother didn't know what job it was, but as long as it made money to support me, my mother was willing to do it. Then my mom signed a lifetime employment contract. It means my mom won't be able to quit that job unless her own boss puts her out. We were given money to rent a house and buy groceries. I feel alive again. But one day my mother came home crying. He locked himself in his room and wouldn't go out. I don't know what made her cry. I don't know... Until the people in the slums where we lived told me that my mother worked as a night woman. He was in charge of serving the striped men, whether they were old or young, rich or poor, married or not, as long as they had money, my mother would serve them. I was devastated to hear it. But for a long time I became numb as my mother's emotions began to change. Then our misery did not get there because my father's aunt Safa, my sister, occasionally came looking for us to torture my mother. He vented all his anger on my mother until he finally admitted to himself that he had arranged for my mother to work there. I was getting beaten, tired, sad, sick and disappointed, all mixed up in my heart to make me numb. Numbness... Unable to feel any emotion, even the worst I did not react when I saw my mother in torment before my own eyes. I'm that ruined, deck. But one night it was raining so hard, and our house got so cold. I guess she won't come to our house again to start another torture patrol, but I was wrong, because aunt safa is still coming. My thin, fleshy mother she stomped right in front of my own eyes, I felt unsteady and suddenly felt a sense of fear. I begged him to let go of my mother, but he wouldn't give up until he was completely satisfied. After being satisfied to vent anger at us, he immediately left with a sour face. While I... I suddenly started crying because the frail body that was in my arms started to get cold and lose its breath... Who doesn't feel crushed in my position, deck? Not only did they destroy my mother's future, but they also took my mother's life. Is it wrong to be angry with them? Was it my fault that I gave up all my grudges to them? Am I wrong?" Azira asked in a loud voice because she was crying too much.