The Light of Hope in the Turkish Sky
I'm Back

Salma has just set foot in Indonesia after a very tiring journey. So different atmosphere. The warm air is very different from the Turkish air which is so cold.

The girl stepped into the house that was like a prison for her. The smile that had originally come out had now dimmed. Seeing the small family togetherness in the house always made him remember the mother. He was beginning to miss his mother. Too bad until now his mother could not be met for some reason.

"Inget home is also you," said the papa. Salma rolled her eyes lazily.

"I'm sorry? Which house is it? Salma doesn't think Salma has that now" he replied.

A woman answered him. "you mean? This is your home. You still have a home" he said.

Salma chuckled amusedly. "Come Aunt. This building is just a skeleton doang. The real house does not exist. Salma still has a body but no soul. Tasteless."

Haidar sighed. "Easy-after. Now change clothes and have dinner. Your mother's already cooking your favorite food."

Salma frowned in surprise at the words of her papa. "Waw? Mammy? Which mother? If it's not your cooking, there's no value in Salma's eyes. It feels different" he said.

"Sister, polite little dong with my mother. Even though only mom keeps up with her, she's your mom too" said her half-sister, Dinar.

"So whats wrong. Stale."

Salma left the little family. He paid no heed to his papa's piercing and deadly gaze.

Since her marriage to Ghina, Haidar has invited her to stay at her home. The more day Haidar no longer care about the happiness of Salma, He just wanted to make his first child brainy so smart that he put pressure on Salma in terms of academics. Of course this makes Salma hate him even his son is increasingly rebellious.

Salma opened the door of her room violently. The flames of anger were still burning within his chest. Sometimes it is hard to control emotions.

Salma rubbed her face and threw her suitcase to the end of the room. Remembering her brother's message yesterday made Salma say Istighfar many times. He then went to cleanse himself and perform the isha prayer even though it was a little late.

Finished with his activities, Salma went to the balcony of his room. From there he could see the twinkling stars in the night sky. Added to the full moon shining brightly.

He stared at the bracelet Zafir gave in his hand. Suddenly he felt like talking to Zafir. But the sense of prestige continues to linger.

It was as if his desire was in the pot. The phone's screen is lit displaying the name 'Zulkipli'. Salma smiled seeing him. Shortly thereafter, a ringtone sounded from there.

"Hello?" zafir said across the street.

"Vaalaikumsalam. At least greetings first if you want to call tuh," replied Salma.

Zafir chuckles. "Hehe Assalamualaikum."

"Why do night-night calls? No work?" ask Salma.

"Can be said. Get euyy," said Zafir.

"Oh, where's Shazia? Kangen is the same Zia," asked Salma as she remembered the small creature.

"Ngedot. Why else, boy," replied Zafir accompanied by a small laugh.

Salma smiled at the laughter. "The pap in dong. I really like it."

"That's so funny bocilll"

"You want pap from his brother ga?" tawar Zafir's.

"Do you mean try? Only there is this one," said Salma while chuckling.

"Do you know what the philosophy of the sun is for the moon?" chirp Zafir.

Salma scrunched her forehead. "No! What the hell?"

"The moon will not shine if it is not helped by the sun. Because the moon can't produce its own light..."

"Continue?" salma asked who increasingly did not understand.

"Entar was Susan. I haven't finished talking," complained Zafir anxiously.

"Hehe continued Zulkipli," answered Salma.

"That's the same as me who wouldn't be able to shine without you. Lo know? Yes that's why I give you that bracelet," continued Zafir.

"That's not the way back, is it? It's what makes me shine. Which makes me smile after so many problems."

"Why? Are you tired of me?" ask Salma.

"It's wrong again."

Hearing him made Salma laugh.

"Where's school?"

"Indonesia" answered Salma briefly.

Zafir is seen wanting to pelt Salma with a pebble if he is not far away. "Aseli ngeselin very lo."

"Partially use things that are not necessary. But I went to Bratadikara High School in A. Why?"

"Gapapa. If I go home, I plan to change schools. Who knows if you will go to school."

"Setur semerdeka lo aja deh. I'm sleepy going to sleep" said Salma.

"Judek. I hung up on him."

The connection was severed after Zafir turned it off. Salma went back into the room. He lay on that soft bed. Stare at the ceiling thinking about what will happen next. Shortly thereafter, he too fell asleep.

The sun is shining back on the earth as usual. Salma is getting ready to go to school. Everyone gathered at the dinner table. On it is a food that is so appetizing.

"Papa will anterin Dinar to school ya." Dinar opened up the conversation at the dinner table.

Haidar. "Sorry you can't son. There's a lot of work in the office. Want to get a driver?"

"What the hell pa. What about Salma?" ask Dinar to Salma.

Salma ignored him. Think of it as if Dinar's question was a past wind. But at the end of the dining table Haidar looked at Salma sharply.

Finally Salma opened her voice.

"Pake my car" he answered flatly.

"I'm with you, brother. All of you go together," said Dinar.

Salma refused. But his papa had been looking at him with a very deadly gaze. Instantly he was afraid his car would be confiscated. It will be very troublesome later. Moreover, there are many activities.

"Whatever," Salma replied as she wiped her mouth. After that he immediately picked up the bag and left just like that.

"Susulin your brother gih you will stay" Ghina told her son. Dinaar obediently went after Salma.

The atmosphere of the school is now crowded. Many people pass by. Salma and Dinar got out of the car. Without wanting a stale base, Salma left first.

Upon arriving at the school grounds Salma crosses paths with Wenda's gang, his former best friend. But now he has become his enemy.

"Well, there's a new one coming back from Turkey" ledek Wenda.

"Yes your problem is the same me what? I just got back from Turkey. Why are you jealous of me?" ask Salma with sewot.

"Mumpung lo do not want to give souvenirs to me. I'll give you a gift" replied Wenda.

"What gift do you mean?"

Suddenly a tub of water fell soaking into Salma's white-gray uniform. Salma stared in disbelief at her appearance that was soaking wet now.

Outraged, Salma took the mud from the sewer and threw it at Wenda. Now Wenda was surprised. He had not expected this before.

"What do you mean, huh?" yelled Wenda annoyed.

"Who's wrong with my emotions" Salma replied.

"Stop you two."

That voice, Salma knew him well. A young man came and gave him his jacket. Everyone who saw him was shocked. Some of the girls were screaming because their idol was coming.

"Weh what, he's the son of the chairman of the foundation right?"