Almahyras
Part 1

...Part 1: Do You Also Feel Foreign?...

Every human being is born with the same welcome. That is, haru and happy. However, some people live in a different kind of sadness. What kind of life is he living right now? When her beautiful smile is no longer visible and when her tears flow again.

Almahyra Azzahra's. The sweet girl with the black robe looked up at the same veil, looking up at the sky. Alma had heard that the clouds would form as he thought.

"Father and Mother .. that's what I'm thinking about," Alma said with a slight laugh. Obviously it is a very impossible thing to form in the clouds.

Once again, Alma wanted to affirm that human life is different. Being an orphan is part of Alma's differences with others. Alma means, the difference in terms of having someone who accompanies his life. Alma never said that he was always alone, the fact is there are still many good people around him. But for Alma, of course this is very different and Alma still feels foreign among others.

"No pa-pa if people feel I'm a little arrogant. In fact, I find it hard to fit in" Alma's monologue.

The kling!

Notifications from Alma devices are certainly not from Whatsh*pp, Inst*gram or others. Except from the app read his writing.

@Izza

Brother Alma, so update today?

Alma smiled, after reading the short message of her readers. For Alma they are part of someone who accompanies her life. Instantly Alma clicked the publication button to keep the promise to the connoisseurs of his work. Sometimes this simple thing can make people happy. Even if it is just virtual.

"Immy!" exclaim a girl of Alma's age.

Alma immediately turned her gaze towards the voice. "Mardi?"

The girl named Mardiyah approached. Mardiyah's hand held two rows of four rows. "This," said Mardiyah by handing over the rantang to Alma .

"To tell nganter again?" ask Alma.

"Aren't you?" ask Mardiyah.

Alma chuckles. How can Mardiyah conclude that Alma does not want to when she just wants to clarify what is assigned or that she needs to work on. Is Alma's speech impressed to refuse a task?

Alma took over the rantang at the hands of Mardiyah. "OK," said Alma and passed away straight away.

Alma took a long breath. Walk down a road full of green trees. "Ngapain is also a sprain, this is the duty of an Alma," muttered Alma.

...°°°...

Alma entered the courtyard of the boarding school. A place where people are learning and, of course, a place where people are vying for good. The atmosphere here is very portraying tranquility, regardless of this cottage is in the village, still for Alma this place feels comfortable. "Assalamualaikum" Alma greeting while at the main door of Umm Salamah.

Alma looked down for a moment, looking at the watch she was wearing at 11:12 WIB. Alma felt it was impossible for Ummi Salamah to leave, usually towards the time of the dzuhur perhaps Umm Salamah to cook in the kitchen. Once again Alma wanted to try, "Assalamualaikum Ummi."

From the direction of the room came a tall, black, sweet man in a Moroccan dress and a black sheath. The man glanced at Alma at a glance, then lowered his head and handed Alma a piece of paper. "Ummi wasn't home. What's the need?" write the man, it.

Alma immediately handed the two bushels of food to the man. "This, from Umma Sarah's orphanage," Alma said. After the bushel was accepted, Alma left immediately. Without staring and without saying anything.

On the way home to the orphanage, Alma pondered. Obviously it's about the guy. It is not usual that Alma cares for people who are not qualified in his life. But, Alma this taste is a little different.

"It turns out, wrong Alma," muttered Alma.

Alma thought her life could already be said to be suffering. But Alma was wrong. Everything that happens in this world is a trial. That man ... what kind of trials of life is he going through? Does the man also feel alien to be among the others? Does it feel different too? A thing that Alma knows that the shortcomings and advantages of humans are two things that can not be separated.

If Alma or the man is not perfect. Surely that is a reason. Shouldn't humans be interconnected in this life? Either for a long time or for a short time. Then Alma or the man will devoutly prepare his shoulders and stretch his chest to receive all the grievances and blessings of life from those who will share them in the future.

''It's been sent?'' ask Umma Sarah. For too long pondering Alma did not expect that it had reached the door of the orphanage.

''Ah, i-iya already Umma,'' Alma replied with a slight bow.

Umma Sarah smiled. Then entered the orphanage, obviously Alma also followed him. ''So who received it?'' ask Umma Sarah.

Alma looked at Umma Sarah who was already sitting on a wooden chair where the orphanage was relaxing. ''Male, Umma,'' reply Alma.

''It must be his son, Salamah, '' said Umma Sarah.

Alma who felt that it might no longer be necessary decided to leave. ''Umma, Alma wants to leave the room, '' Alma's permission.

Umma Sarah agrees with Alma. But before Alma turned her back. Um Sarah said, You want to know her name?"

"Jafar Irfanudin Azmi" continued Umma Sarah.

Alma had already passed the intention to turn around, feeling that she did not understand the purpose of Umma Sarah telling the man's name, that was. Should Alma know? What is important for Alma? Even Alma intended to answer no. But Umma Sarah made it clear who the man was.

"And, she ... tunawicara, '' continued Umma Sarah, again.

Umma Sarah ended her conversation with Alma. In the end it was Umma Sarah who left this room, while Alma pegged on the spot.

Jafar Irfanudin Azmi, do you also feel foreign or even you are deliberately in a foreign right?