My Idea is Not a Imagination
Chapter 8 Hijrah

Today Fira woke up a little afternoon, because this is Sunday she still wants to be lazy plus there is her mother.

"Fira," his mother's manager

"Yes, Mom" while looking

"Mom wants to talk" said her mother again

then Fira woke up and sat down cross-legged in front of her mother while her eyes looked at her mother.

"Look, for this incident makes mom not want to leave you here, you come with mom, we can change schools in the city," said Mother.

"What do you think?" ask mom again

For a moment I was silent, honestly I was hard to leave this school, I like this school, here I have carved a good achievement, I was reluctant to adapt again in the new school.

"Silence, what do you think?" ask mom again

"Mother school move, ma'am,!" much

"Yes" answered my mother

"But Mom, Fira is good here, "I replied

"You're Fira's own here, so I'm not calm going to work there. After the incident, I was afraid that you were alone here" she said, trying to explain her concerns.

I'm still silent, I don't know what to answer.

"But nanggung Ma'am, I've been in the final two semesters, just one more year, it feels hard to adapt a new school" I said.

"Or what if you don't have to host, you just stay at uncle's house, let someone take care of you" suggested my mother

Staying at uncle's house, Oh Allah no mother do not leave me at uncle's house, uncle's house like hell for me, is enough during Junior High I live at uncle's house. I didn't know that their family's treatment of me wasn't good. If they were very kind and loving to me in front of their mother, but if you left for the city again, they would treat me badly.

But mom never knew that. That's why I was happy when I got accepted to school away from Uncle's house. Make excuses far away so I can stay at the boarding house.

"Hey, I was daydreaming" shocked my mother.

With a tiptoe I looked at my mother.

"Mom, Uncle's house to school is very far away, it takes three public transportation to get to school, it will be a bit difficult for me to get to school" I explained.

"How do you want?"ask mom

"Having been here is okay, there is a God who takes care of me I must be fine," I said.

Then my mom shut up like she was thinking, "what was it?" ask my mom

"Mother, I'm not traumatized, maybe I'll learn martial arts, but Bang Zul is already in prison" I said.

"Maybe this Zul has been imprisoned, but it does not rule out the possibility that there are still other Zul Zul out there" he said again.

"Mom take it easy, I'm fine, after all stay another year my school Mom, if you have to move it feels heavy" I said again trying to explain to my mother.

When the mother was silent, she knew her son was stubborn, as stubborn as she was, even when her parents asked her not to marry her husband who was addicted to alcohol and gambling, in fact her father Fira, too, not listening.

"Hmmmm, what if you migrate?" mother's proposal

"Migor?" much

"Yes hijrah, you change all your clothes with Muslim clothes, long skirt long shirt and veil?" My mother's proposal.

I furrowed my forehead while my mouth was kamit, "hijrah, hijrah, hijrah, ahhhhhhh yes hijrah, may also propose mother." I said.

"I am hijrah, in the shayah Allah will protect me, as long as I try too" I continued.

"All right, ma'am, I'll do it, "my word

"Then let's go to the market, we have to make your clothes less material" said the mother again joking.

I just chuckled while embracing my mother.

Before that, I was wearing a short skirt and short school shirt typical of children of that era.

At that time indeed Short school skirts and short shirts still dominate school children, almost 99[% of school children wear it.

Finally I was the same Mom went to the market with an angkot ride 2 times, we arrived at the intended market. Long time we walk the street while occasionally looking - look at the long clothes in the store shop.

After passing through several aisles we found a school uniform store, we tried to find it but it turned out that what we were looking for had not been able to.

Long school skirts, both gray and scout are not available in the store, indeed Muslim clothing has not been much to wear so it is rather difficult to find it, so it is difficult to find it, we went around a market that had two floors. Until finally we met the shop that is a bit less visible, it is located in the corner of the market and facing the back road that makes the store less visible from a distance. What we were looking for was a pair of Muslim school uniforms and their accessories including a veil and attributes.

My mother immediately chose two sets at once school uniform, socks and veil.

Don't forget mom bought me a long t-shirt, trousers, culottes, skirts, and some long gowns.and don't forget a dozen veils for me to wear every day, I replaced all my short clothes.

"Alhamdulillah is done shopping" already got all of it yes" asked my mother

While thinking for a moment, I said "there seems to be one that hasn't yet, Mom,"

"What?" did you answer quickly?

"That's, the meatballs that are in the corner of the market yet!" I said while chuckling.

"Huhhh basic, are you hungry?" my mother said

I just nodded, without thinking long I took my mother's hand, to the corner of the market there was a good meatball there, while another hand carrying a large grocery bag.

"Come on Ma'am" ask me

"Slow the way, "pinta my mother.

My mother was young so she was still agile, 20 years old gave birth to me so when I was in High School my mother was still like my sister if the road together.

We gobbled up the meatballs we ordered. There was a warm chat between mother and child.

After High School where do you want to continue? ask my mom

"I want to go to medical school, Mom" I said

"Ohhh, study hard" continued my mother

Oh God, how do I find the cost, entering medical school will definitely cost a lot, my brain thinks hard. But as a mother I don't want to disappoint my child just the way, I have to try my hardest to work on it. I as a parent have failed to provide a happy family for my son, now I must not disappoint him by deciding his ideals.

"Mom, Mommy, Mum, !" call me

"Well, what's the reason for yelling" my mother asked

"Since I saw mom daydreaming from earlier, what's up Mom? is mom's employer mad at mommy coming home now?" my many.

"No, the mother's employer is not angry, even the mother's employer told her to take you there, school there" continued my mother.

"But you refused" said my mother again

"Not reject Mom, but actually I gig if I have to change schools, hopefully later fit already college can get a campus that is in town with Mom" said I again.

O God, so much hope my son to be able to go to college, enable me, O God, to grant my son's wish, I whispered in my heart.