Reaching Surgaku
Homesickness

A week after graduation.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

" yeah, Nduk. Is she still sleeping?" Ummi patted my shoulder slowly while pulling the blanket that was wrapping half my body.

" Still sleepy Ummi, just a moment again Mik." I grabbed him while raising the blanket that I used this time to cover me completely from the foot to the head.

" Wheel... Why even wear a maneh blanket? Did wadon kok wake up ngene afternoon? Cooperate your in-laws' stuffing !!" Ummi said, while busy uncovering my bedroom curtains that are now wide open so that it makes my eyes glare. " Cepet wake up, wadon can not be lazy. Don't make Ummi the same shame you later." Ummi said that I do not know for sure what it means because my life is not yet fully collected.

" Nduk, shall we wake up?? Srengenge wes nduwur you are a mlungker ae?"

" Switch mik... Nggeh... It's Alma wake up."

" Yawes, the hunt for bathing there later quickly between books that Ummi has prepared at the front desk to the orphanage."

" Neither, mik."

Remembering all that made me miss my time of struggle while at the cottage, my time of self-maternity for me.

" Ummi, Alma is leaving. Assalamualikum." I kissed the back of Ummi's hand.

My activity today is to an orphanage owned by my brother. Thank God I have a couple of home homes in my town and a few out of town. Abah deliberately set up an orphanage to accommodate children who do not have parents, understand abah is also one of them. Formerly abah was also a orphanage child and was raised and raised by a pair of adoptive parents who are now deceased.

All the orphanage children who are here will be lodged in the boarding house owned by Kyai Jabar, the same cottage I used to be. Children who have graduated will be built and found a job until they can be independent and can continue their future. Many orphanage children who have graduated and have worked but still busy themselves with coming just to help the needs of the orphanage.

" Mr Al, there's a guest in front."

" Send in."

This is how my daily activities meet prospective donors for our home, a group of selected philanthropists, who are moved and want to set aside their wealth for people who need their helping hand. I was lucky to be in the middle of them, to be part of the children's home sharing their joys and sorrows with them. Hopefully until later I will still be given abundant windfall so that I can continue the struggle to take care of the children of the orphanage.