Two Traitors
Eps. 50 HEART ANGELS

Pov Arfan

Again cool chatting, Karla came out, her hands were still wet, maybe she just finished washing the old dishes we ate.

"Where are you going?" ask Mr. Umar.

"Roll, Sir! It's good, to fill the time, rather than stay at home." answered Karla while taking Mr. Umar's hand, then he kissed the middle-aged man's hand.

"Be careful, yes!" said Mr. Umar advising his son.

"Yes, Sir! Assalamualaikum." Pamit karla as she passed away, get out of this wooden house.

"This is how the lives of the villagers here, everyone relies on garbage thrown away by others, to survive.but it is better, than having to beg or beg." explained Mr. Umar, who is not a big fan of the village, a little about the lives of the people.

Finally we resume the chat that had been delayed, because it was interrupted by Karla who asked for permission. with small, but meaningful chats. because every speech issued by Mr. Umar, he said, not apart from the advice, in order to become a stronger and stronger person, in the face of all the trials, that befall in our lives.

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At 17:30. I was bored because I had to sit continuously, I began to try to get up to learn to walk. And embarrassed to continue to bother people, I slowly walked towards the door to the balcony of the house, which was the place to bathe me this afternoon.

"Where are you going?" asked Mr. Umar who had just come down from the second floor of his house, when he saw me who was walking with training.

"You're taking ablution water, sir! I want to do the magrib prayer For now as much as I can." I replied as I continued.

"Alhamdulillah!" Mumbled Mr. Umar slowly, but clearly heard.then he walked over, helping me to go to the balcony of the house.

After being on the balcony, Mr. Umar also took water with a bucket from the cimandiri river. then he told me to abudhu.

Mr. Umar helped me, draining water from the dipper, replacing the role of the tap, to make it easier for me when washing my face. while slightly confirming the way of wudhuku, which is still a mess.

After finishing taking the ablution water, Mr. Umar helped me back, to enter his house.

"Karlaaaa, if you go down, please bring Sajadah." cried Mr. Umar, with his son, who is still upstairs.

"Yes Sir!" answer karla from above. His voice was very clear, because the second floor was only made of boards.

Shortly after, Karla went down, carrying the goods requested by her father and then handed the prayer mat to Mr. Umar.

Pak umar also paired Sajadah, according to the direction of the qibla in his house. because if not directed like that, I will have trouble determining where the direction of the qibla.

"Tools as we can, because God does not force a Servant Beyond the Limits of his ability" said Mr. Umar.

"Yes sir, thank you!"

Mr. Umar and Karla also said goodbye, went to Musala to perform congregational magrib prayers. Shortly after the departure of their azan maghrib was reverberating, I also began to perform my first prayer.as I can, to my knowledge, I know, about how to do it. despite having not done prayers for a long time, I still remember that the magrib prayer was done with three standing times. But I cannot stand, I can only pray while sitting.

When I finished praying, I prayed to the Creator of the heavens and the earth and its contents. Asking for forgiveness for all my sins, to forgive all my mistakes.A clear grain began to flow down my cheeks, feeling bod0h, with what I had done. I felt ashamed because I had forgotten the almighty blessing that gave all my sorrow. Mercy, and everything.

Again cool to confide in the creator, heard in front of the house pak umar. a lot of cries of children, who are getting closer and closer to the house. made me immediately stop the activity, he said, by rubbing the clear liquid that flows on the cheeks.

The door of Mr. Umar's house opened, then entered a group of small children, who were joking with other children.followed by Karla and Mr. Umar, making me ask a little about What happened.

There was a small child who entered the room, followed by several other children.then they came back out, carrying a carpet and a study table made of boards.

"Already! It's already! don't joke around, let's pray first." Said Mr. Umar made the children who had been noisy silent for a moment, then they confirmed his sitting position.

"Allahumma inna Nas aluka Ilman nafian wa practice sholihan heisikon wasian wa Syifa amin kullida'i" the children, who numbered in the tens, compactly read the prayer.

Then one by one of the little children who had looked rather big brought the Koran before Mr. Umar, while the young ones they brought the book Iqro in front of Karla. made me feel even more strange, and strange, with the attitude of this woman on the outside very jutek, And his speech is very spicy.but He has a heart so good, looks He is very painstaking, and so patient, so patient, when teaching children who still like to joke. I just stared fixedly at the angel-hearted demonic woman, like an angel with no wings, I was sure that whoever saw her would surely be amazed by this one woman.

At 20:00. finally the lesson was finished, then the children came out of the house of Mr. Umar. while continuing to joke with his colleagues.to the mosque back to perform prayers Isya congregation.

After the children of study, I also performed Isya prayer, with a position still sitting, because when I woke up I still felt sick.

At 20:30, Mr. Umar and Karla returned from the mosque, followed by Saiful trailing behind him, seen in their hands carrying plastic like food.

They also greeted me, only Karla did not do that, she continued walking towards the second floor. Sure enough, because he soon returned, to prepare dinner.

After Karla finished preparing dinner, Finally dinner was served. with so many side dishes, different from last day. now there is fried chicken, along with fish gulai.

"Alhamdulillah! there was someone who gave you a side dish, so we can have a good meal tonight." said Mr. Umar as if he knew what I was thinking.

"Sorry Sir! I keep troubling you." Answer me who feels bad.

"Not to talk like that, this is the sustenance of all of us. Come on before we eat. We pray first."

"Just eat, bother asking for mercy!" Shit Karla, as usual she's gonna be a real bitch.

"Have not talked much, Let's start praying." refuted Mr. Umar.

Finally there was no more talk, the four of us ate the food that had been served by Karla. Dinner was so solemn, that there was no speech or word when enjoying the dinner.we were all just focused on the food on each plate.

Finished dinner, Karla was as she always did. deftly she tidied up our food marks, assisted by Saiful, After everything was neat. then she went upstairs leaving me, Mr. Umar and Saiful are still chatting while merok0k.

Mr. Umar also began to speak about me who wanted to live in this village, to Saipul. Then Mr. Umar began to convey a plan, which we discussed earlier this afternoon. Where he'll leave me at Saiful's house.

Beyond my expectations, I thought Saiful would refuse me to stay at her house. But it turns out that Saiful sumringah also welcomed me so warmly, making me feel jealous.why people who are all deficient, can be as good as that. their lives just mediocre, just mediocre, but still be able to do good to others.

"You can stay at my house as you wish. It just so happens that I also live alone." Saiful said after listening to Mr. Umar's explanation.

"Yes but later, after son Arfan can walk, let you not trouble. Moreover, you work every day, pity that he has to stay home alone.without being able to do anything!" advice from Mr. Umar.

"Yes sir, ready! Whenever Arfan wants to. My door will always be open." replied Saiful.

Finally we chatted to and fro, with the chatter about their work making my knowledge of gratitude grow more and more. Because they had to heat up first and wrestle with the smell of garbage, when they were about to fill her stomach, it was inversely proportional to my life, which could eat anything at will.

At 22:30. The chat was stopped because Mr. Umar asked permission to rest. readied the energy for the next days, while Saiful who asked permission to Mr. Umar, to stay at his house. With a reason that he can accompany me.

15 Minutes passed, there was a snoring coming out of Saipul's lips. Who had fallen asleep so quickly, and so soundly.Maybe he felt tired, after working a full day, plus had to carry me from the river to the Highway.Seeing it like that, he said, I'm also starting to close my eyes. By raising the sarong, to protect me from the mosquitoes that roam.

At 02:00. I could not sleep well, because of the snoring of Saiful that disturbed my ears. as well as the mosquitoes that swarmed the body. My eyes were closed, slightly catching the white shadow. making my eyes open perfectly I tried to rub my eyes to focus on the shadow, but the shadow remained, even the white figure turned to look at me.

Agrrrhhhhhh!

Aaaawhhhhhhh!