NAURA'S SECRET BEHIND THE PRISON BARS
Prayers and Tears of Naura With Her Beloved Mother
Prangs.
Affandi was surprised to see the glass on his desk suddenly fell apart on the floor.
Maybe nudged his work map files that accumulate quite a lot next to him.
Today the firm where he was incorporated got a snapper case.
A top state official stumbles upon a murder case and is also suspected of corruption by the government of his fellow business partners who are also important people in the state order.
It's a pretty heavy case.
Even the official was to hire the services of fifteen lawyers at the law firm where Affandi worked.
The chief lawyer pointed to Affandi as one of them. Because Affan's performance is quite proud of their firm even though he is still considered in the legal field because he is the most junior in the world.
So today Affan's work is quite solid. This morning he met with his fourteen other colleagues.
After that he also had to study seriously the files on the case he is now working with it.
Until he did not have time to rest and eat lunch in a relaxed manner. Except covering a few tens of minutes for dzuhur worship only.
Actually his mind was divided also on Naura. On his promise to meet the woman at his house.
But Affan had told Naura that today he was very busy. The hope is that Naura can understand and understand her work as an unpredictable person working hours.
Affan asked for help an office boy helped him clean up the shards of bells under his desk.
"I'm sorry, Parto! I'm so ordered, add your work, mas!"
"Ga papa, Mr. Affan! Hehehe..this has become part of my job!"
Affan smiled shyly at the OB. He slipped twenty thousand bills in the hands of men who were older than him about 5-6 years.
"To buy rice Padang lunch!"
"Thank you sir!"
He was busy and drowned with his work.
Even to the Ashar Adhan. Affan just came out for a second. Then again focus on the tablet and laptop.
His right fingers are also busy taking notes in his journal book.
Affan was really busy until the evening.
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While Naura, still chatting with Ismail in the house of his little friend until Ashar's adhan reverberated.
He only realized that he had not entered his own parents' house.
"I'll go home first, Il! I think I'll be home from the fields soon."
"Yes, Nau! Later that night we'll reconnect the stories!" answer Ishmael the spirit of 45.
"InshaaAllah!"
The figure he was looking for had just arrived, and his starry eyes stared at Naura before him.
"My son, Nauraaaa!"
Both mother and son embrace. Crying loudly hugging each other.
Tak Naura ignored the wet body of her mother who had just returned from the field. His heart was struck by severe turmoil and was eager to share his story with his landlady.
They cried until they fell on the porch of the house. Hugging each other tightly to melt the freezing heart of each other all this time.
Ibuk rubbed Naura's face wet with tears.
Her daughter who used to be so cute full of charm has now turned into a mature woman and beautiful.
He hugged Naura's body once again. Sadness returned. Remembering his oldest daughter who is now dead.
Ayuni Kartika, another soulmate has returned to Rahmatullah.
Whether because of the poverty that has dominated his life, or there are mistakes and sins in his past, Mother only cries sadly. Subject to the provisions of the Gusti Allah.
His hands that had started to peyot and wrinkles were clutching Naura's waist. They got up and walked into the house which was only locked with a nail hook with a makeshift rope from above it.
"Hud? So this house isn't locked at all?"
"Make what locked! Wong in this house has no valuables at all!" said his mother made Naura anxious.
"Yes Tuhaan! Nau was waiting for his mother in Ishmael's house! Nau thinks the house is locked!"
His mother kissed the cheek of his daughter who now lives alone.
The tears are falling again. Between happy, sad, and sorry mixed into one.
Glad that Naura had returned to him. Sad because of the hard life and suffering always befall his family. I also regret never being able to make her daughters happy when they were little.
His memory of the cry of little Ayuni was still impregnated and always imagined in his eyes.
At that moment Ayuni cried, envious of seeing little Naura in her new clothes. While he only get used clothes that you buy in the lowak market.
"Naura's new shirt! I'm an old man's shirt!" the Ayuni Protest.
Ayuni was 13 years old, while Naura was only 5. Naura does not remember the incident.
Ibuk hugged Naura body again while crying bitterly.
"May God give you happiness always, my son!" she said with a heart-wrenching sobbing.
Of course Naura was wailing. Crying the fate of their family's life that never improved their economy.
The two continue to rendevous reminiscing the bitterness of his life.
In their hearts, there was a sincere prayer for Allah Ta'ala. May tomorrow, happy to say hello. Bring them in smiles and laughter. No more tears and tears.
..........SERIATE...........