The Story of the Children of the Juragan
86. I hope it's not him
As the night progressed, Salman and Oma entered their rooms. Salman went into the room his father used to wear when he was young.
The house of Oma Rohmah is not as big and grand as the house of Atmaja opa. Like the heavens and the earth, the difference is very far. And with a sense of love all of it can be put together.
If the Atmaja opa house consists of two floors, many rooms, many household assistants and has a courtyard that extends beyond the area of the football field. And in an elite housing area.
Oma Rohmah house actually consists of only one floor, 4 bedrooms and has a narrow courtyard. It is also located in a suburban village.
The road ahead of his house was the main road. So many vehicles that pass by and never deserted, even though early in the morning.
Now the four bedrooms are only one that is often used, namely the room of Oma Rohmah himself. While the other rooms are used occasionally when the child and grandchildren visit only.
Like that night where Salman stayed. Oma Rohmah must clean it first, in order to be comfortable for her children and grandchildren to occupy.
The former room of his father Salman is a small room measuring 3x3 meters. With a cotton mattress, which is placed on the floor, there is no air conditioning, no television, and no private bathroom. All facilities are used together.
Even so, it was his papa's most comfortable home. Her mother was also very happy to live there.
When the grandson of Oma Rohmah stepped on the school, and had to have his own room, finally his children also lived in the house of in-laws.
It was not that the sons of Oma Rohmah did not have the penny to build a palace to live in.
But it was their in-laws who asked their son-in-law to stay at his residence. Because I only have one child.
Like his father Salman who opened the counter branch, and his brother Fatih who also opened the counter branch while enlarging the tofu factory and tempe in-law.
Oma Rohmah's children have now become successful people. The neighbors of course many envied the success of the family. They do not know what bitterness they have been through.
And despite being rich, Oma Rohmah's children and grandchildren remain humble.
Like the word, the older the rice, the more it will duck. The more knowledge and wealth, the lower they are. And those good qualities go down to her children.
Salman tilted his body to the right and closed his eyes. His lips always wet with the phrase dhikr. But for the next 2 hours, he could not sleep.
"It's weird, it's 12 in the evening, and I can't sleep yet" he murmured.
"And why was my concentration disturbed because of the oma's speech? Time yes, the woman who passed by thought I was just her?
He was just a person who happened to pass by in my life. I don't think more. Passers-by! And not the one who stopped by.
Only Ayesha ever stopped in my heart. And now he's happy with my brother. I am happy to see both of them able to make a good household.
O God, may what Oma prayed for me be, You hear and grant. And I'm sure my soul mate is not that girl." murmured Salman. Shortly after monologuing alone, he finally fell asleep.