Me, Khanza
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The sound of footstroke leads to Khanza then he and his two sisters look back so they see the middle-aged woman is carrying a medicine box and some pieces of watermelon that have been arranged he's on a glass plate.

When the woman got near them, she placed the fruit-filled plate on the bench where they were sitting. "Let's have the kids eat first" she said very kindly with a big smile on her lips.

"Waahhh, there's a watermelon! usual mother.." for a moment the hubbub Zizi stopped as he remembered Hayati's face in his mind.

"Didn't you like watermelon boy?" asked softly from the woman and she stroked Zizi's hair occasionally

"Like grandma, but..."

Zizi again stopped in his speech and bowed languidly.

"Zi, stop! at the meal," said her brother, and Zizi turned and gave her little laugh and nod of her head.

The middle-aged woman became astonished by Zizi's reaction just now when she saw the watermelon as if there was something she was craving, that was the thought of the woman.

Before long Zizi stuck the fruit using a fork that had been deliberately provided then he pointed the fruit in his hand grip on Khanza because he knew the brother was still injured in the second part palms.

"For brother?" ask the older brother who has been glued to his sister.

Zizi quickly nods her head with a faint smile on her funny face so that when her eyes look as if touched by the brothers.

Khanza opened his mouth with a bribe given his sister as if he felt very lucky to have a sister like Zizi even he was grateful to have been entrusted a sister who was not necessarily someone else get so Khanza did not can linger to be angry at his sister.

"The two of you remind my mother of my mother's sister who has been from childhood without," he said with a slightly soft tone and continued to look at the two with sparkling eyes as if he was really remembering the memory of being with his brother. "Ah, if you remember that you can laugh at me crying here" he continued, then he walked a little and sat next to Khanza.

The woman grabbed Khanza's hands when she turned to him and Khanza's palms were placed on her thighs and she began to wet the cotton with alcohol to clean the blood that had almost dried with the mixture sand.

He slowly began to wipe the blood with a cotton swab that he had soaked.

"Sshhhh," the sighing from Khanza's mouth sounded so clear in the woman's ears.

"What's so sore? hold on, son, soon the pain will disappear after the mother of love ointment, this is a traditional ointment that is often used because this ointment absorbs into the injured skin and quickly closes the wound," he deliberately invited Khanza to speak so as not to feel pain when he was treating.

"really? I just first heard there was such a salve," khanza's fanfare made him forget the pain and the woman had almost completed her task of giving ointment on both palms of Khanza even she occasionally threw her small smile at Khanza.

"Oh, can I ask you a question?" khanza stared softly at the woman.

"What do you want to ask, son?" his reply was cordially after he led Khanza back.

"Did mommy stay alone? or is there someone accompanying you?" asked Khanza again because he was very curious even though he was very reluctant to ask.

"Oh, my mother lives with her husband and now she's out."

In the speech, there was a burden hidden by the woman named Meli because for a moment she turned her face and was seen at a glance by Khanza buk Meli was wiping her eyes.

"Hum why? just tell me if it can make your burden a little less," added Khanza who threw a warm smile on his face and then he stroked the back of the hand buk Meli when he realized his palm had begun to dry and not how much pain again.

Meli's book looked up at the sky covered by clouds but still very beautiful when the eyes looked from a distance also saw birds were lined up that flew over the sky and gusts of wind mixed with the sun so it feels into the skin.

"A few years ago my sister was 7 years old with a lymph disease in her brain and had to undergo surgery but previously both parents had not been a sister mother to live with my mother here and the husband, but..."

"Hmm if you don't want the story don't be forced," said Khanza also who seemed to rub the back of the back buk Meli.

It looks like Meli's bouquet has started to glaze over before she continues her conversation again then she bowed and shed tears for a moment while taking a deep breath throw it rough.

"The operating money for my mother's sister is used by her husband to play gambling and his endless liquor," the sound of Meli's buk was so heartbreaking to Khanza when she heard it that she could feel Meli's buk was devastated by the events that happened to her.

"God, isn't gambling forbidden and drunkenness strictly forbidden by our religion?" tanya Khanza also still gives warmth from behind a gentle rub on the back of the Meli buk.

Previously Khanza had seen the holy verse of Allah clearly visible in the store buk Meli when before Khanza bought a drink.

"Entahlah mother did not think since her mother's husband was fired from his job he almost every day idle and just spent money in the stall as a result of dismantling again piggy bank to complete the shop contents," occasionally he wiped away the teardrops even his voice sounded so bitter.

Khanza can only provide a little warmth for Meli buk so as not to dissolve in sadness because he also alone bears all the burden that he is carrying at this time.

^^^To be continued^^^^

^^^🍂 aiiWa 🍂^^^

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Make your life useful for others not to trouble others because you were created as an intermediary from God, do not you please yourself when you are difficult even to complicate others & to complicate the situation