My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Ning Farah's

"asyaallah, the look here de. mbak cariin you from earlier as well" said Ning Farah as Gus luthfi just reached the doorstep of my room

"yes Afwan mbak, I forgot my permission earlier" replied Gus Luthfi apologized

"assalamualaikum, how's he doing now?" greet Ning Farah with a friendly smile that expands

"waalaikumsalam. alhamdulillah Ning, it's lightening" I replied no less friendly

"Afwan yes, Lutfi disrupt his break.was he did not say want to come here then his ana nyariin afraid of her playing far away with her friends"

"don't ko Ning not bother. instead seneng can be taken Gus Luthfi. here Ning sat Don't stand up" take me to Ning Farah who is still standing behind Gus Lutfi while wrapping her hand around Gus luthfi's shoulder

"iya Syukron ukhti, ana can not be long because at home again nyalain stove again cook vegetables to eat Ade embul this" he said while pinching his sister's squeeze cheek

"my name Lutfi mbak mbak not embul" protest Gus luthfi did not accept to be called 'embul'

"indeed you embrace ko eu,, hehehe. Hasn't breakfast yet? if not yet let ana bring rice with vegetables here"

"no need Ning ngerepoti, later also brought by the same santri princess whose schedule is about (done) today"

"oh yes already if that's excuse me first yes, once again Afwan has disturbed his rest"

"don't ko Ning not disturbed"

"hopefully anti-cepet cured, so that it can play games again at home all lutfi ngajarin"

"amen, inshaallah"

"waalaikumsalam wr"

there was a sense of awkwardness when chatting with Ning Farah, even though she was the same age as me but Ning Farah had a charisma that made Segan people talk or face to face with her even though her people were kind and friendly, very different from his brother who,,, 'ah ko I so like to want people gini anyway' my inner word.

after Ning Farah and Gus luthfi passed, I refocused on the paper that Gus luthfi had given me. What was this? can I be in Gus Hafidz's room? when will he give me the same letter? but what's the letter about? rather than curious mending I open it.

"assalamualaikum"

"waalaikumsalam wr wb yes just enter" I replied while returning to keep the paper under the pillow

"ukhti nurain how is it?" ask the daughter of one of my underclassmen who today is part of the story

"Alhamdulillah mengingan ko"

"Alhamdulillah, hopefully it continues to improve yes.this ana want to eat breakfast"

"yes amin put, Syukron yes. Afwan is already taking drugs"

"don't do it. It's ana's job"

I just answered him with a smile. "yes, excuse me, ti, assalamualaikum"

"waalaikumsalam wr wb" the princess passed, and I began to tidy my face and prepare for breakfast.was willing to continue opening the paper earlier but later it was mending me breakfast first, and then, take a new medication to focus on the paper again. 'Alhamdulillah eat already live taking medicine, this abis why well bosen really. tumben again Maryam and ashila have not been here on again what are they? it's a Sunday they should be at this hour no longer ngapain. ah mending I try to walk alone while walking in front of the room is good to breathe fresh air too' I spoke to myself in my heart just to get rid of my boredom at a glance.I also tried to stand with my back on my bed which I then stepped my feet little by little. Thankfully, my feet were not as painful as yesterday.