The Stain Behind Khimar
CHAPTRE 8

"Have the promise of God ... Life is sometimes filled with many problems and surrounded by many tears. Being able to rise is good but returning to the path of the Good Lord is much better. " ~ Dhika Dwija Sanjaya ~

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A silver car carrying two women of the same age was seen entering an orphanage under the name 'love'. Asthma frowned in wonder when this simple house seemed deserted. He and Ida got out of the car.

His blue eye beads circulated the gaze then both corners of his lips lifted perfectly. It should look lonely, it turns out that here has just entered asar time. It is clearly visible next to the house there is a small mosque that accommodates many worshippers who are praying.

"Here just asar ..." murmured Ida slowly. The location of this orphanage is indeed different from the city where Asma and Ida live. So he and Asma have been doing asar prayers on the way. Asthma nodded. They then fell silent for a while, there was a sense of doubt. Until a middle-aged woman came out of the main door of the house. Look at them from a distance. Women wearing wide-brimmed gowns with flowers were walking towards them. Asthma looked at him intensely. Then the woman shook hands with Asthma and Ida.

"We only visited ma'am, I used to live here. This is my friend Ida." The woman smiled and let her in. Earlier Asma said that there were souvenirs for children in the trunk of the car. The woman who introduced her name Mother Havilah asked a young man who had just come out of the mosque to lift the items.

Asthma and Ida were sitting on a simple sofa that looked very old in the living room. When Ms. Havilah left to the back, Asma observed the house. Some things have changed of course. The memories of the past flashed like dreams in his mind. As he draws in his room and is bullied by his notorious friend.

The feeling of longing is growing in the chest. When memories of a middle-aged woman. Ummi Maryam who always took care of him and took care of him with love.

Asma decided to come here because of the woman, she suddenly missed ummi Maryam when she met the hostess at that time.

The hostess asked her to call her ummi. He also offered Asma to visit his boarding school. Without a second thought Asthma immediately agreed. He was also confused where to go. During Ramadan there must be so much activity in the pesantren, so Asma said he would go there at the beginning of Ramadan. Asma also invited Ida, initially Ida refused subtly but after saying the name of her boarding school. Ida immediately agreed. He said because there was Ustad Dhika. Asma shook her head at the words of her best friend.

Asthma flinched from her daydreams when a woman her age muttered softly calling out her name. Asthma's blue eyes narrowed and the blue bead enlarged. Asthma stands spontaneously from her sitting.

The woman in front of him immediately hugged him.

"Yes Allah ... Asthma, it's you, right? Not wrong again. You'll have blue eyes." The woman spoke with frenzy and teary eyes.

"How are you Aisha?" ask Asma while smiling behind her veil. Aisyah was her friend back when she was here. It took Asma a long time to realize, because years did not meet. They grow up well. Only dimples and black markings on the tip of Aisyah's chin that Asthma remembers.

"Alhamdulillah good Asma, how are you? Healthy?" Asthma nodded.

"Alhamdulillah be healthy, this is my friend. Ida." The two women shook hands and introduced themselves. Aisha then invited them to sit down. Then Ms. Havilah came with a tray of tea water and some snacks. After that, he was allowed to go back because there was work he said.

"Thank God we meet again. I still can't believe you're here, Asma." Smiling asthma. What he knew Aisyah since childhood was indeed chatty and talkative.

"Hmm Ayesha, that's ... Where's umi?" Asma looked at Aisyah whose twinkling eyes seemed to dim. Suddenly the feeling of Asthma is not good.

"Mrs Mary has no asthma." One clear grain fell from the corner of Aisyah's eye.

"He died two years ago." Asthma is still with tears that have soaked some of her veil. Ida clasped Astma's hand and rubbed her best friend's back gently.

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The moon appeared with its light. Light up the front yard of an orphanage and make it look beautiful.

A woman with blue-eyed beads looked at the moon intently. Why is the moon so beautiful with its rays? But he was so lonely with his solitude.

"Aspie! Abaghfirullah from earlier in the mulu window. Ntar in the wind just know the taste." Asthma just remembered that in this room there is also a chatty creature with the name Ida.

Asthma breathed her rough. His eyes glanced to the past.

The middle-aged woman whose face looked always beautiful without covering the age was just silent. Swiping gently on the back of the small Asthma with his hands. After the little girl's anger subsided. He began to give advice that Asthma always remembered.

"Asma, Fatimah and Zidan did not leave Asma, but because they already had a new family. Asthma is like them."

"No! Asthma doesn't want to leave ummi." Asthma shouted out loud. Making his little body back in the arms of the woman before him.

"Asma must have a dear family. One thing to remember. If those around us leave us. It is because God Himself will take care of us. Never think God has left us."

Asthma flinches when she feels a touch on her shoulder. Reverie's scum. Asthma's hand immediately wiped her cheek which had been full of tears ever since.

Asma turned around and stepped onto the bed, passed Ida and sat on the edge of the bed. He and Ida were indeed asked by Aisyah to stay at this orphanage.

"Take a look. I'm going to the bathroom first." Ida thrust her phone. Asma welcomes him and sees a video of ustad Dhika.

Asma broke down and opened the video. He listened to the lecture carefully.

"Have the promise of God ... Life is sometimes filled with many problems and surrounded by many tears. Being able to rise is good but returning to the path of the Good Lord is much better."

Asma smiled bitterly, then put Ida's phone next to her. He never believed in God. His youth was full of sins. Asthma cries with a slow puff. If it is all the crying that he gets for his sin. Asma tried sincerely.

Ida who just entered the room because of the location of the bathroom near the kitchen, immediately opened her hijab and hugged Asma who was curled up while crying on the bed.

"Stt .... Tomorrow we go to Umi yaa's grave." Asthma nodded, agreeing to Ida's offer.

"I'm late Da" said Asma with trembling lips. Ida tightened her embrace. Letting his arm become an Asthma pillow. He knows how Asthma feels.

"Udah dong Asma, don't cry on." Ida then took her phone.

"Look at Dhika Dhika so handsome." Asthma looked at Ida with enlarged eyes.

"What is Asthma." Ida chuckled while smiling seductively.

"You're the big guy in thought!" Ida laughed in response to Asma's words.

"Life is just a relaxing take. The important thing is to keep walking in His path."

"That must be Ustad Dhika." Ida chuckles. "Hehe. Yes, it."

"The full name of Ustad Dhika. Dhika Dwija Sanjaya." Asma took off her embrace and then took quite a distance from Ida. Looking at Ida who looks very proud when you know the full name of ustad who became his idol.

"What good luck do I know?" Asthma knitted her two eyebrows. Then take the blanket and cover his head.

"But ...."

"Udah, sleep Ida," cut Asthma fast. Ida was silent with a meaningful face. Actually, there's something he said. But he broke it.

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