My Cry and My Happiness Are In Your Home
Your cries, my cries

Maryam POV

this morning I intend to approach nurain and ashila together to leave together to go to the madrasah, but when on the doorstep I see nurain is walking, alone without assyila. I decided to call and catch up with him, we walked towards the classroom without a word.

I know that this time Nurain must be very sad because last night he was just called by the security department, earlier I will not ask what mistake made his name called, he said, but when I saw her puffy eyes, I was more worried then I decided to ask her directly, but there was no answer she just said she wanted to learn because last night did not have time to learn. I nodded, understanding her feelings.

after a few minutes my classmates began to arrive including assyila, I looked at Asyila with a facial look that asked for answers about nurain maybe asyila knew, he said, but he just shook his head and sat on his bench without coming to me or nurain.well, since the events of daydreaming, he seemed to avoid me and nurain. I asked her if she had any more problems with her family, but she just answered no problem, I chose not to ask again maybe asyila was not ready for the story, so I give her time to be asyila as myself, but if for nurain, I can't because this is the first time I see her moody and crying until her eyes are swollen.

"nur, study in the library yuk?" take me when we finish praying duhur meramaah dimusholla.

"it's like ana wants to study here only Iam"

"ana temenin yah"

"eummm, if you can, ana want to be alone first? sorry is not want to be anti-menin, but for now you want to learn by yourself first" nurain refused to be with me, I understand his current situation, so I also follow his will. I went to the room, then I folded back the face I just wore. I replaced it with my tosca green hijab hanging from the closet door.

"His father, do you want to study in the library?" ask Hamidah who is ready with the books in his hands

"it looks like it" I answered a little hesitantly

"if you want to come together with me and Kania" Hamidah asked me

"eumm, let's be. bentar ana nyiapin her book first"

"yes you have waited outside the same Kania" she said as she walked out of the room, nodding in response.

"Hamidah, Kania, his rich ana did not come to study in the library deh" said I stopped my steps and their steps

"why?" ask Kania

"no papa, just rich ana studied dimusholla aja.all of you forget there needs to be the same nurain" I answered honestly

"yahhh, even though we have learned together anti let if there are those who do not understand it can be anti iam.but yes it is not papa, tomorrow-tomorrow we learn together" Kania said with a little disappointment because I did not learn together with him and Hamidah

"yes, I'm so sorry, can" I said guiltily

"yes no papa, if that we first well Iam, assalamualaikum"

Hamidah and Kania also passed to the library, I returned to the direction of mushollah to study and entertain nurain.

"shil, would you like to join us not to learn with nurain dimusholla?" I asked Ashila who happened to be walking by carrying her old book with hanifah

"eumm, Afwan Iam is rich ana can not, ana wants to study in her room sakinah already agreed also wanted to study there, is it? " asyila followed Hanifa's arm next to her

"i-iya iam" she replied slightly stammering

"oh, yes no papa, if that's ana first well" I immediately passed leaving assyila with Hanifah. Actually there is a sense of annoyance because as if indifferent to nurain, nurain, he was like evading and did not care about the state of nurain. whereas if there is a problem nurain first person who always cares about him as well as vice versa asyila on nurain.but this time I seemed to see a different assyila, but this time, he seemed to avoid me and tried not to care about nurain.why shil? what happened to anti?

when I got to the front door of the musholla, I stopped and looked at the nurain who was sitting on a seat still wearing his mukena. I did not dare to approach him because I saw him being solemn with the chants of the Qur'an verses he read, at first glance he was silent for a moment then he cried with a cry that was so heart-wrenching as if it was a picture of his heart at this moment. I just sat quietly behind him with tears that came down to see my best friend crying alone.