MU'ADZ
FORTY NINE

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Shahla came out of the room, circulating her gaze, the deserted state of the house. Just a small sound of television, accompany the sleep of the children.

Down the stairs, it was also as quiet as uninhabited. Maybe all is still rest huh, considering now still has not entered the dhuhur time.

On the last step of the stairs, his footsteps stopped. Staring at one object moving agilely in the kitchen. Doubt to continue his pace, because from the last meeting a few months ago, never again in one space. But he was really thirsty, because his habit of waking up was drinking water.

With determination, he finally headed to the dispenser without seeing or greeting someone. The sound of water pouring into the glass became a sound of silence between two humans who were once friendly.

Shahla took the glass to the dining table and took a sip. After it runs out, he goes to wash the glass and put it in its original place.

But a soft voice from behind, stopped his footsteps. Shahla still stood up without turning over.

"La, the tour!"

Shahla closed her eyes, intending to stop the memory of the wound being automatically twisted in her mind. Until his arm was held, he opened his eyes. With her eyes starting to glaze over, she turned her back. Look straight at the person who used to be friendly with him.

"Mer, enough iyo. I'm not bothering you," he said, trembling a little to hold back the tears.

"Sampeyan doesn't bother La, I'm a nuisance. Sepurane," answered Ameera with tears.

"Lek terae you're a bully, ape nyapo?"

"I-I don't njalok p-separat karo Mas Mu'adz bene not enek annoying eneh," said Ameera.

"Keep with yourself ngunu kuwi. Opo yourself iso guarantee lek Mas Mu'adz will mbalek? I can't!" Despite the crying, Shahla's voice still sounded resolute.

"Wes is Mer. Karo Mas Mu'adz. I hate to be disappointed and roll away I iyo. I just need some time" Shahla continued in a soft voice.

"Dungakne I iyo ben iso ngelalekne kabeh" he added with a grievous smile.

Shahla turned around to continue her path, but the sound of Ameera's screams stopped her steps.

He turned around, looking at Ameera who was already crouching covered her ears.

"CHUCK!"

The sound from behind him turned his attention to Ameera. Mu'adz hastily approached his wife.

In front of his eyes, someone who until now still loved him, hugging tightly and even calming his wife.

His heart was mixed with pain. Until when does this taste settle in the heart space. Why don't you just leave, it always hurts.

Sayup-sayup sounded the soothing voice of Mas Mu'adz. "Std... Nduk MPUN. Mpun mboten. Relax nggeh!"

Feeling unable to see them again, Shahla walked away from there with a million facts that always hurt her.

Supposedly, painfully, the love was gone. But it strengthened in his heart.

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"Sir, purun Bunda ewangi bene kersane Nduk Shahla mboten niki mawon?"

Shahla lowered her head, twisting her finger. Indeed, after getting word if Mas Mu'adz and Ameera went home first.  Shahla chose the back garden as a place of self-soothing. And soon Mother approached him.

"About the Nduk kabeh, bene Nduk Shahla mboten gadah load," said Mother in a soft voice.

Shahla looked over with teary eyes. "Angel Mother, hiks." Shahla's tears began to fall.

"Mboten angel Nduk, lek Nduk Shahla gadah resolve insyaallah will be smooth. Gugah en atine sampeyan Nduk's. Ajenge until when sampeyan drags on. Uripe sampeyan mboten centralized kaleh Mase tok lo Nduk. Tastek zinc katah seng needs sampeyan tanganne. Lek sampeyan ngene iki continues, when sampeyan ape out of the painful zone," Mother's advice. "Mother lost the figure of Nduk Shahla zinc cheerful, carefree, spoiled. Tingalen Nduk Shahla seng sak niki, often moody, dreamy, irritable. Sanes putrine Bunda lek ngoten niku," continued Mother.

Shahla is crying tears. Mother also hugged him, stroking his head behind her which was covered with a veil.

He is fully aware. Since that incident has had a major impact on his nature. Go backwards.

"Nduk Shahla mboten mesakne Daddy kaleh Mama, seng ben dino mikerne Nduke."

"Hiks. anggeh Mother," she replied still crying in the arms of Mother. For her Mother both mother, equally provide comfort.

"Istighfar e di akeh i Nduk, bene atine ayem."

Shahla nodded, taking off Mother's embrace. While beristighfar, his hand wiped away the remains of tears.

"Nduke semerep, Nduk Kiya wau nopoo kok niku ngoten?"

"Ngapunten Bunda, Nduke mboten pripun-pripun teng Ameera just chat mawon," explained Shahla.

"Std... Mother ngertos Nduke. Nduk Kiya ngoten niku, pugilistic trauma."

Shahla's forehead shriveled and then shook her head. "Mother Trauma?" He asked in disbelief, because during his friendship with Ameera not a little he knew about it.

"Nduk Enggeh. Nduk Kiya sampun sedho. The plane crash," Mother explained.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi raji'un,"

"Trauma Nduk Kiya will react when he hears the sound of the plane, because for people with such trauma will always be imagined events that befall both parents."

"Bah dateng mriki, Alm. Mbah Yai Imam nitipaken Nduk Kiya teng Mase. Whereas when Niku Mase mboten ngertos niku nduk Kiya."

Shahla still silently listened to the story of Mother. From there he understood, Ameera indeed needed a buffer figure in his life.

Then should he be selfish, taking that buffer figure?

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Assalamualaikum!!

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