Unified By Marriage
Orphanage (Part 3 )

"Kak Syakirah is the name of the extension, I call brother Syaki aja?"

Deg.

Syakirah's heart stopped hearing her calls. As soon as Syakirah remembered the call, it was a call often called by a man. It had been about 1 year that the man had no news at all. Syakirah himself did not find out about the man either. Remembering the man made Syakirah's heart throb pain. He could remember what happened a few years ago. I feel like Syakirah wants to cry right now.

"Sister! Brother Syakirah! Brother Syakirah! Oh, my brother!" call the children while shaking the body of Syakirah.

"Eh? Eh? Da? What's?" answer the Shakirah.

They remind me of him. Inner Syakirah.

"That's sister, what's sister's nickname?"

"Sister's name is brother Irah, so if you call brother Irah only yes."

"Okay, brother."

All the children approached Syakirah and sat in front of Syakirah. They all continued to stare at Syakirah, who in the face also felt confused. Syakirah touched his face, maybe something stuck to his face so the children saw it.

"Why do you see a brother like that? Is there something on my sister's face?" syakirah asked while touching her face. They shook their heads quickly.

"No, brother." they answered in unison.

"Why do you see a brother like that?"

"Soyakirah is beautiful" replied one of them all.

"You are beautiful too."

"No, sis. We're not as beautiful as Sister Syakirah. White sister, look at my skin items I'm also a bit fat" replied the girl who was still sitting in the 3rd grade Elementary School.

"Hey, you can't talk like that. Listen to my brother Syakirah well. It doesn't have to be white, but... " Syakirah pointed towards the heart of her heart.

"But.from here. If our hearts are beautiful, clean and we never resent or hate someone then our faces will also be beautiful, like our hearts." Syakirah explained.

"I have temen brother. She was beautiful, every day she was taken to school by car. She's beautiful but she's arrogant, brother. Proof she's arrogant she's pretty too."

"We can't disfigure our own bodies. We must be grateful to still be given complete organs of the body with God. See, sometimes there are children whose organs are less complete, such as hands, feet and others. But they never vilified their bodies, instead they were grateful for it because it was also for the gift of God. If your body is like that, do you want to blame God? That's not good. God made us different so that we could learn from each other. For example, you and your friend who you said are arrogant. You should also remind him that he should not be arrogant. Similarly, you, you can not be like him because if you are arrogant then you will not have friends." Syakirah explained.

"Oh so it is, brother. So all this time I was wrong, because I was jealous to see him brother."

"Energy to fellow human beings is natural. We will be less likely to meet someone better than us. Sister Syakirah also once felt like that, but brother Syakirah brushed it off and confident that we are both good. There are no perfect creatures in this world. Where there is an advantage there is also a shortage" explained Syakirah again.

"But brother, there must be a friend of mine who makes fun of me if I'm ugly" said the hooded child.

"Who's missing you ugly?" ask Syakirah.

"Friends me, brother."

"Yes, I know he's your friend. You mean he's a guy what's a girl?"

"Turkey."

"If he's making fun of you because you're ugly, try gini to him. Don't keep on making fun of me, later if I'm grown up I keep beautiful, Eh his you're the one I married."

"What the hell, brother? Where's there something like that."

"There was. Karma there is perhaps you are the same as he is a mate because he keeps your mockery." Cerocos Syakirah.

"Tau deh. Syakirah is the same as Ahmad!"

"Belgium!"

All the children laughed at the Syakirah debate and also the hooded child. Without them realizing there were 2 men who were watching them.

"Kak Syakirah is very good, brother Ahmad. No kayak brother Hanifa judgesnya not ketulungan." he said.

"Hustt. It's not good to say that. Hanifa has changed, brother Ahmad has also broken up with him."

"Since when?"

"2 days ago."

"Oh."

The boy looked at Syakirah closely. He remembered his mother's death. It was like finding a mother in the Syakirah.

***

They were all in front of the orphanage gates. Ahmad also carried the plastic bag he had brought.

"Why did Ahmad come home? Why not just stay here?"

"Sir Ahmad should work. Next time brother Ahmad played here again yes." said Ahmad softly.

"There are no gifts for you. Brother call his name one-on-one ya."

Ahmad started calling the names of the children, they enthusiastically scrambled for fear of not getting a reward as well. After the division was completed and making sure that nothing was lacking, Ahmad approached the mother of the home and handed her an envelope and also a large box containing parcels.

A mother is a widow who has no children. Her husband died in an accident, due to loneliness she eventually opened an orphanage and took care of the children herself. He's the only one in this orphanage. His job is to sell rice and cakes, it is also helped by the orphanage children.

"This is for me." said Ahmad.

"Ahmad, you don't have to bother bringing it for mom."

"Don't bother mom, instead Ahmad was happy." the mother of the parlour finally received a parcel from Ahmad and said thank you.

Now that Syakirah and Ahmad were in the car, they came home from the orphanage at half-time at 9 p.m. And Ahmad was very confident that he would get a tantrum from Kita for taking Syakirah until late at night.

"Shakirah." Ahmad's gossiper was driving.

"What?"

"I love you."

"But I'm not."

"Yes, but I love you. You also have to love me, not time."

"Yes, it's not."

"Why?"

"It's clear the answer is still to ask. A day not talking about love can't be anything!" gerutu Syakirah's.

"I can't, because my life is full of my love for you."

Seriate......