Not my Man
Wh who?

Many voices filled the room, to the point that they became rumbling in Muezza's eardrum. When the eyelids opened, he saw his mother and some of his siblings sitting around him.

In a raucous voice he asked, "What is this? Why are you here?"

Rahma who had been crying was now neutralizing the roar of her breath.

"So you were screaming. When you came in, you fainted." Rahma's words made the previous incident repeat itself.

Muezza looked around the room, making sure the walls weren't moving. While balancing his body, Muezza glanced at the window as well as the door of his room.

"Mother, Mue's room had no windows or doors. The building was about to swallow Mue alive" he explained, pointing to the doors and windows.

Gina got up from her seat, then walked over to Muezza who was busy pointing her at the corner of this room.

"Have not moved much, you better rest!" gina led her niece to sit on her bed.

The black bead continued to stare at the chaotic-looking shade of his son, not his appearance. However, Muezza's current behavior and attitude were visibly chaotic.

Rahma thought that her child's mind was shaken violently because the father left this world for good.

"Aren't you going on vacation with Aunt Gina? Tomorrow Aunt will go to Jakarta," Rahma said while giving a code to her sister-in-law.

Gina who understood Rahma's plan immediately chimed in on her sister-in-law's words.

"Yes, tomorrow the day after Aunt is going to Jakarta to visit Mas Arif. You wanna come?" asked Gina with a big smile.

"No! Mue doesn't want to go anywhere tomorrow Mue has to work." Rejection accompanied by the notification made Rahma jerked.

He did not expect that his eldest son would make this decision. His father's body was just buried yesterday and his daughter will be working in the midst of the grief that took her by storm.

"Son, just come with Auntie. Who knows you can make new friends and your body will be fresher," Rahma said.

Muezza sat down to look more freely at the mother's face, "Mother! Muezza doesn't want to go anywhere. Which Mue wants ..work harder and study harder. Next year Mue wants to go to college," he said while blocking the tears that want to linger.

Gina, Rahma and also the two Azmi aunts cried without a sound. One of Azmi's aunts hugged Muezza's tiny body while stroking the girl's head very gently.

"Grandmother is proud to have a granddaughter like you. Have a broad mind, but remember son! Every step you take will have risks, whether small or big. Prepare yourself and strengthen your faith!" advice Rumini.

Muezza listened intently to his father's aunt. Time kept turning, and day after day passed. Now that Muezza's last day was relaxing at her house, the girl lowered her favorite birdcage.

"So, I'm sorry I tortured you! I promise to be a good woman and I'm sorry I disappointed you. Goodbye Jalu, take care of yourself." With full awareness Muezza released Jalu flying into the air.

I don't know what the little animal thought, he had flown very high and then flew back down to Muezza who was standing staring at the blue sky.

"Well, why are you back, Jalu?" muezza said astonished.

The little bird whistled as if talking to its owner, whistled very long and then perched on Muezza's head.

"What are you so fond of, just like me?" muezza said with a smile.

As if to understand the words of her master, the bird again whistled as if answering Muezza's question and unfortunately the modern girl did not understand the words of her pet bird.

Not wanting to drag on the sadness of taking the bird off, Muezza walked into the house. A very remarkable bond, right?

"Sister," call Alif gentle.

Muezza's reflex touched his blood in shock and then he turned his head back.

"You're making my sister surprised!" sembur Muezza protested against his sister's behavior.

"Why are you sitting in the corner? Later bitten by a lizard tofu taste," continued Muezza suddenly.

His younger brother still looked maniacal in the left corner of the living room. Seeing this Muezza approached the sister who looked sad.

The little man lowered his head while touching his index finger on the floor.

"Alif don't want to talk to you, sister?" muezza was confused.

He did not know what was lodged inside his sister's head, which was obvious the 8-year-old looked very moody.

"Yes, if Alif doesn't want to talk" Muezza said, standing up.

Just as the girl was about to step Alif hugged Muezza's calf very tightly, faintly the small crying voice sounded shrill.

"Why crying? Alif," concluded Muezza hugged his sister.

"Nr ...." The voice stopped as a result of a sobbing cry.

Muezza who could not bear to see the sister tormented by crying immediately embraced the loving child who was eight years old.

"Alif doesn't need any more stories!" said Muezza who slightly peeked at the face of Alif who was in his arms.

"Want to buy ice cream?" the girl asked softly, but her offer was rejected outright by her sister.

When Muezza was about to offer something else to Alif, his phone rang so he chose to give priority to the phone call.

"Yes, wa 'alaikumsalam. This who?" greet Muezza as Alif who started to stop crying.

His originally flat face now looks restless, no one who called him who obviously the girl looks very dislike with the phone call.

"No!" Since the cell phone connection he picked up only two words he said and the last one caused a big question mark from the sister.

After unilaterally disconnecting the call, Alif returned to chatty mode. The little man asked a lot of things that made Muezza a little upset to the point that he snapped at Alif.

"Stop Alif, don't ask too many questions!"

"How did Alif not ask? Big Brother's face looks worried. Is that not-don't .. Brother's girlfriend? But, why is Big Brother so angry at that person?" flocked Alif without pause.

"Is he the culprit who hit dad?" The sentence spoken slowly was able to make Muezza melt and hug the little sister who did not know anything that resulted in his father died.

"He's a nobody. Alif don't think weird, yeah! Just trust God. Brother is sure there will be help from Him," said Muezza who commented with a smile.

For a minute of talking, Alif was bored so he was writhing on his brother's small arm.

"Sir ...," call the little man full of spoiled.

"What?" sahut Muezza with raised eyebrows above.

"Can't Alif buy ice cream?" she said calmly while putting on a funny cute face.

"So, what?" tease Muezza.

"Buy ice cream!" pinta Alif is more pushy.

"So nolak," he replied teasing the sister.

"Come, Brother! Mr. Broto's shop hunt is closed," whined the little man who was always flooded with affection.

"Hmm, you acting man!" Muezza pinched Alif's cheek in a fit of rage and then he reached into the money in his pants pocket.

When she drove her sister out of the house, her nether saw a luxury car stop right in front of her house.

"Who are they? Is he a relative of Mother? But, his face was very foreign," he said very softly.