My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Ibu

"gus hafidz, what's nur saying?" ask Maryam when I'm back walking with her

"his words will be sent to Iam's house"

"WHAT? OF SERIOUS? WHEN?" maryam asked in a loud voice as if shocked by what I said

"his words are a week away, after all the anti-fuck is so loud" I scratched my ears from behind my hijab because this ear was disturbed to hear the loud voice of Maryam just now

"yes surprise nur, Gus hafidz to the house anti try. wow, get ready so Ning nurain this mah"

"what the heck, to the house would not want a proposal"

"anti tuh polo what is less pinter anyway, well silaturahmi his name to his application.how the hell is not understand"

"ana does not understand, just said he wanted to be friendly. if ana thought to sleep turns out that it is not funny, the effect is very ngarep so that"

"yes anyway, but answer honestly well, anti actually likes not the same Gus hafidz?" Maryam stood in front of me and looked at me seriously

"hmmm, ana was afraid of Iam, so ana did not dare to hope far.anti also know that Sama Gus hafidz was already rich in earth and sky the difference was far"

"we lose social status, and now you want to know about the heart about feeling without frills status. anti-likes Gus hafidz?"

I was silent for a long time and did not immediately answer Maryam's question.

"nur ko diem? answer dong. ana want anti honest same anti feelings own. about her ana look at her rich Gus hafidz emang seriously likes the same anti. but anti-rich who likes not like it. maybe yesterday-yesterday ana did not care too much about anti-same feelings Gus hafidz. only pas denger if gus hafidz want to go to the house anti, ana so care about the feelings of her own friends"

I was still listening to everything Mary said, trying to find the truth from my heart and logic that never went along.

"nur, do you like Gus hafidz?" once again Maryam asked while holding my hand tightly

"ana__ana do not know Iam this feeling is not wrong what is not. although this heart says yes but ana logic always contradicts this heart. there is a lot to consider if ana likes a Gus hafidz" I said in a very slow tone

"why? what reason?"

"a lot, a lot, a lot of things that you have to consider if you are with Gus hafidz"

"social status? because anti is not the son of kiai while Gus hafidz the son of kiai? because Gus hafidz has pesantren and anti-no? why should there be such a difference in the human eye? is it not that Allah alone distinguishes man from his devotion and not his status? and if anyone else sees from that side, but not everyone looks in that direction.why___"

"not only about the social status of iam. but also assyila, doctor aisyah___" I cut out Maryam's unfinished words

"ashila? why asyila? what does nur ana mean does not understand" asked Maryam who also cut my unfinished words

I was silent for a moment, should I tell Mary about Asyila who also likes Gus hafidz?

"nur, ana's an anti-friend, right? assyila too, right?"

I just nodded when Mary asked that

"if anti consider ana anti friend, try anti-open same ana, why the same assyila?" Maryam looked at me in search

"asyila likes Gus hafidz Iam"

"what? anti who says nur?"

"asyila herself said, and that was also the reason why her attitude was different.she was jealous when she found out that Gus hafidz wrote a letter to ana Iam"

"hmmm, complicated as well as it turns out. continue if later Gus hafidz to the house for anti-how room? anti to answer what? time yes want nolak.kan anti itself was ngizinin Gus hafidz for friendship to the house"

"if not to continue to sleep with what kind of friendship dong nur. right this is the first time Gus hafidz to anti house, before never right?"

"yes, Iam"

earlier why I did not nanya directly yes, please visit the destination house what.I even play yes, yes, but I also do it on the basis of encouragement that does feel happy when Gus hafidz says to go home for friendship. hmm, may Allah ease everything if it is good for everything

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"assalamualaikum mom,,,,"

I knocked on the house from the outside because when I was about to open, it turned out that the door was in the lock

"Mom, assalamualaikum, ma'am this is coming home"

still no answer, 'where ya ko mom on tap several times there is no answer. not usually rich that' my inner

I tried to call my mom on the phone, there was no answer.

"neng Nurain just got home?" suddenly someone's voice distracts me from the screen I'm holding

"yes ma'am, just got home" I replied politely

"why not go in or neng?" ask my neighbor named Bu Mina just now

"his door's in the lock, I think you saw my mother nur?"

"so see the abis from the stall directly to the house, not out again neng"

"oh that's it, but from that moment on knocking on the door no one opens"

"maybe again in the bathroom, try walking through the back door oruh"

"yes, maybe ma'am, let's try to get through the back door"

"yes, excuse me, assalamualaikum"

"waalaikumsalam wr"

after Ms. Mina walked towards her house, I walked towards the back door hoping it wasn't in the lock.

and sure enough, the back door is not in the key.I went in and went straight to the kitchen to get water, because it felt like my throat was dry after during the bus ride did not drink or eat anything.

"Mom,," I stepped into the living room looking for where mom is. It still doesn't exist

"Mom, Mom, you're in the room?" I knocked on my mother's bedroom door

"innalilahi mother," I ran into my mother's room when I saw her lying on the floor unconscious.

with doubt and a feeling of fear, I close my fingers with my mother's nose, hoping that there is still breath in her body.

Thank God, it was still there. without a second thought I also ran out asking the neighbors for help to lift the body of the mother lying down.

why mother God? what pain is mom really?