The Humaira Virtual Zone
Dizziness huh!

Humaira plans to continue her education while working in a neighboring country. Of course he must prepare all certain files. He asked Kiyai Rahman for permission. Once allowed, Humaira rushed to the office of the Ministry of Manpower. Arriving there, he was bothered with incomplete files.

His SMP diploma is still in Pondok Pesantren where he studied first. The Pesantren cottage had experienced a fire, therefore the diploma belonging to Humaira did not exist. Next, the civil birth certificate. Humaira has absolutely nothing, she thought she had been taken care of by her parents. Not at all, of course, to take care of it. It takes the Marriage Book of both parents. Along with Certificate Born of midwifery. Okay, all those important files were dumped by Mom Humaira's own sister.

Trying to struggle, Humaira began to ask the mother. In the clinic where he was born. Then that way he will easily follow-up data. Or just ask the date of the wedding of his parents, so he will go to the office of KUA. To request a duplicate archive of her parents' marriage book.

At first it looks easy, but it becomes difficult to realize if the Humaira data is recorded by bearing the name of the mother, he continued as a biological mother. Humaira joined his father's KK, therefore the name of Humaira's mother there is written with the name of his mother. To take care of it, of course, an official divorce mane is needed from the local religious court.

Not out of sense, Humaira decided to re-enter his mother's KK, so the names of his father and biological mother would be appropriate. But not that easy, at first he was asked to go to RT where his father lived, then to the village. then to the sub-district, then finally to the civil office. Humaira felt unprepared if she had to meet her father. He pruned to go directly to the Subdistrict where his mother lived. Then he was asked to go to the sub-district where his father lived, to ask for the relevant registration code.

After getting the code, he came back to the subdistrict where his mother lived. There was a debate again, when Mr. Camat asked the reason for his transfer.

"Wanna move for a deck wedding?"

"No sir, I'm in my mother's KK! because I now live with my mother!"

"Lho Bu Nora this is your mother? but your birth parents' names are listed here as Rita!"

"That's my mother's name, sir!"

"Is there a birth certificate or marriage certificate?"

"The problem is drifting sir, hit by a flash flood!"

Indeed Humaira did not lie, if the document was washed away by river currents when discarded directly brought by flash flood currents.

"Well how else, sir? please help, sir!"

Mr. Camat was just silent, while continuing to type on his PC keyboard. After quite a while he gave a piece of paper to Humaira. Asking him to check the data back, Humaira was quite happy if her mother's name was again her birth mother's name. It turns out that the father wanted to simplify his business. Thank God, behind difficulties there must always be ease, right?

Humaira was given a ticket, in order to make the pickup the day after. After Humaira left home, did not forget to stop by a maternity clinic acquaintance of his mother, unfortunately the doctor was not there. Be served by some administrative staff.

"Assalamualaikum, my brother would like to ask for help to make a birth certificate?"

"Wa'alaikumussalam, where was he born?"

"By my howling brother!"

"Why don't you ask me to go there, brother!"

Humaira tried to gain the patience that remained. If he can of course he will do it, explained Humaira still remembers if at the time his mother was asked about which clinic where he was born. His mother did not know, also when asked when his father and mother married. His mother spoke of ignorance. Humaira was disappointed, her mother did not want to fight. He was not too sure if his mother had completely forgotten.

"Don't know brother, because my mother forgot! whether born in a child shaman, how is it! don't know me!" Ketus Humaira looked up at the nyalang some officials who looked down at her.

"Is there a Photocopy or Photo or an archive of previous birth certificates?"

"Ga there's a sister!"

"1997!"

"Sorry sis, you can't use the referral number, after all this year the clinic has not opened,"

"okay! Thanks!!" Humaira immediately left feeling annoyed.

To be honest, he was very disappointed with his parents. He also regretted having been born in the world, he was confused about what else to do. From where he will get the complete data, to take care of his departure passport later.

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Ghaza was running towards Sasa who was calling him. Both of them are currently in a tourist attraction. Precisely sweet water beach, Malin Kundang stone, west sumatera. They are doing morning sports, not just the two of them. With other scattered groups.

Sasa is happy if he can be alone with Ghaza, in contrast to Ghaza who feels uncomfortable if he is near a small friend he once liked. To avoid the girl Ghaza deliberately ran around on his own, but came back to the girl when called.

"Ghaza, I see Brother Meya again very sad! just before we left here, he was grim with Gus Abdan!" Sasa offered a canned drink that was immediately picked up and coarsely gulped by Ghaza.

"Did you eat Za?" Sasa thrusting a pack of cilor. Taking it, Ghaza began to sit next to the girl. Of course it still gives distance.

"If I like someone much older, wrong?" Tanya Ghaza stared in the tanned eyeballs belonging to Sasa.

"No really! The Prophet shalallahu alaihi wasallam had also been married to Umm Khadijah, right?"

Ghaza nodded, after the cilor had entered his stomach. He stood up to invite Sasa to ride the paragliding. The adrenaline rush made Sasa feel challenged. Both are racing in the air. Of course, it is guided by a special committee.

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Humaira walked slowly leaving the pesantren. While a pair of eyes watched his movements. All this time those eyes kept watching him, eyes that were so shady and warm. Without Humaira realizing it seems that there has been a figure who became a secret admirer, even secretly.

Continuing to walk in the silence of the night, Humaira skirted the suburbs alone. Look at how beautiful the night sky is full of stars. Being caressed by the cold of the night breeze was indeed a calming sensation. Humaira tried to chuckle, trying to be grateful for what she still had. He knew that his shoulders were too strong, so the test came with a lot.

Feeling bored he started taking out the phone, opening editing applications. Feeling get an idea, with a photo that he took right on the afternoon. He began to struggle with the navy-colored cell phone.

Sometimes we have to get used to the wound, strong standing on our own feet.

Don't because it is helped to bandage the wound, then believe if he will not make us hurt.

It is precisely the person who makes us heal from wounds, does not rule out the possibility to make us stronger and more injured.

Satisfied with the edit Humaira posted on her WhatsApp story. Of course after the word inserted "I think I'm the female protagonist in our story script, in fact I'm just a figure who helps your love story with him."

Learning from sugar can't hurt, right? Life should be as pure as the sugar in tea. When the tea tastes less sweet, it must be mistaken for "Less Start!" Try just the turn of the roll just right. Who is praised? "That's Yummy!" it is not important for sugar, whether it is remembered or forgotten. As long as it has dampened the bitterness on the tea, that is enough.