ZULFA FORTITUDE
Call Brother Rohman

After drinking, Mutia was a little calmer. Finally she stopped crying. He looked around him, still a look of sadness on his face. Makes Umi, Abi and Rohmat sad too.

Umi and Abi have been trying to find the whereabouts of Mutia's parents. But until now I have not found it. Ever thought of reporting to the police, but undone.

Because there's been an incident. They found a long-silent child in front of his orphanage. They're accepting.

There was concern that the child's parents were looking for him. They report to the police. Not long after, came the person who claimed to be the child's parents. But what happened then ... They found the boy back on the side of the road begging.

Thank goodness they found it back. If not, I don't know what happened to the boy. The streets are so cruel, unsuitable for the development of these boys, who still need affection and protection.

To avoid that happening again, this time they only report to social services. Hoping that one day, they could find Mutia's parents.

"Yes is yes .... Umi and abi love you. Later we will find Zulfa's mother, grandmother, father as well" said Umi.

"I'm sorry Tia, Umi ... Abi." said Tia with a sad face.

"It's okay, honey. Now rest."

He also complies. For a while he was still reluctant to get out of his sleep.

"I'm sorry Tia, Brother Rohman."

"Nothing to forgive, Tia. It's the one who should apologize to you."

"Rohman, termenin Tia first yes, aunty want to continue to guide the brothers cooking."

"Uncle also want to clean the garden. It wasn't finished."

"Okay Uncle, we'll follow. That's Tia ..." Tia nodded too.

Since he came until now he lives in the house of umi and abi Ridwan, who are patient and affectionate with him.

There is no way Umi and Abi put Tia down, along with the rest of the orphanage. Because of Tia's really small age. She's just the age of the group play kids. While the smallest one is in that place, already sitting in the third grade of elementary school. The average person can take care of themselves, even though they are still under guidance.

Rohman once came with his parents to the home, sometimes once a week, or once a month. Understandably, in addition to Abi Ridwan's brother, his parents are also permanent donors of orphanages.

But not this time, it's been two days that she hasn't left her aunt's place.

"Sister, didn't the tumben come home?"

"Didn't you like it, sister temenin?"

"It's not like that, Aunt Om Ridho is not angry, if the brother is here, do not go home."

Rohman's face was wrinkled. He rounded his eyes to look at Mutia who had started to normal, not sad anymore.

"Sister was told here first, as long as papa's mama went umroh."

"Oh .." replied Mutia with a gawking mouth. Makes Rohman want to laugh.

"What is oh .." he asked back. Tia was at a loss to say, to her it was still confusing. Rohman can't stand to shuffle his hair. Because to her, Tia was really cute, with her round eyes when confused or surprised. As well as her dimples, when smiling. Just make a kangen ....

"What is that spirit, brother?" ask him with seriousness. Rahman became smiling, looking at this little little sister he had just met.

"Go to the temple, the house of God in Mecca." Although not understand very much, but tried to answer Mutia's question.

"What's up there, brother?" again Mutia raised unique questions. But he also did not know what the answer was. Never been there sich ....

"Gee ... I don't know, there's something there. If in the books that you have read, there is hijir ismail, hiro cave, tsuur cave, ibrohim maqom, and many more. You can't say them one by one." It seemed that Mutia was not satisfied with the answer she gave. I don't know what else to say ....

"We're now going to the yuk garden. Finish the fruits uncle." take him. She was welcomed by Mutia. He also nodded, too,

"Yes." Yeah." He got out of bed with Rohman's help. Then with a cheerful smile the two came out of Mutia's room.

"Tia, don't want to stay in my house," asked Rohman while holding Mutia's hand.

Mutia paused for a moment, looking at Rohman questioningly. Then continue their way to the orphanage garden full of fruits. Mangoes, guava, rambutan, longan, even grapevines exist.

"It may be, Brother."

"You want nothing .... If you want, I'll talk to my mom and aunt. Let me let you stay at papa mama's house ...."

"But, if I go with my sister, I can't see Zulfa's mother?" tanyanya expectantly.

"We just pray, hopefully we can meet soon. Papa Mama will help you."

Apparently Mutia thought for a long time, to the point that Rohman finished taking the stickiness yet also gave an answer.

"How ...?"

"Yes dech, brother. Anyway, I'd like to meet my mother Zulfa. Stay here or at Ridho's place doesn't matter."

"Yes," cried Rohman happily.

"Nich, eat it first." Rohman gave her a bunch of curls. Then climb again, to pick again.

"Not much. Who's up for it."

"Hehehe .... Don't worry, it'll be your brother." replied Rohman from the top of the tree.

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At Irwan place ....

The next morning, they took care of the Umrah preparations. Neither Zulfa nor Lika. It turns out that Lika was also registered by Irwan to participate in Umrah.

Thank God in a day it's all done. Visa, injection of the meningitis vaccine, as well as other purposes. Fortunately, Zulfa has entered a study group that often conducts Hajj training, there are no problems with that. Beres ....

Trevels used there is a relationship of study groups followed. He has a family who lives in Mecca. Thank goodness, facilitated .....

"Mother, how ...."

"Thank you, Wan. It's been sending the mother of umrah."

"Irwan's prayers are always successful, Bun."

"Surely, Wan."

"Oh yeah, Bun. Later we will leave together with the group from Ngawi area. Meet at the airport."

"Yes a lot, Wan."

"A lot of sich, Bun. 2 bus, one from here, one from Ngawi."

"Pasrah aja dech, Wan. Urtusan is rich. Mother only has the intention of umrah, period."

"It's just information, Bun."

Then Zulfa was silent, looking pensive beside Irwan, who was driving. While Lika sich has been since the car was turned on, had closed her eyes with a cloth, and leaned on the pillow she was carrying. It looks very calm, maybe it has entered into dreamland.

"What did you think?"

"Mutia's Mind. How it is now .... It's been a month, nothing."

"Irwan also thought, Bun."

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