Almahyras
Section 17

...17 : Am I Okay?...

"Is ... that easy as you hide everything Mar?"

Mardiyah laughed a little. I don't know, that laugh sounds silly but it's a little sad.

"It has to learn for years to hide those pitiful glares of the eye, Alma."

Mardiyah stood up, walked to the doorway, and saw the rain begin to subside. It seemed like the rain just wanted to pass through this place alone, Mardiyah took out a key from her pocket and before she actually left she turned around again and said, "But the proof is Alma, when we had a fight that time .. it looked so sad, didn't my life?"

"I'm pampering. Assalamualaikum."

Alma was about to stand up, but he failed. The rain is indeed beginning to subside, but can't Mardiyah stay here for a while? "Waalaikumussalam" replied Alma.

After Mardiyah left. Alma stood up, walked slowly towards the mirror to see the look on her face and made sure that the look in her eyes was not as sad as it seemed.

"In fact I'm also sad Mardiyah .. Everyone dies me again and again."

He looked in the mirror with a bitter smile.

"Even Aunt Maryam ... also left me," he said.

He turned his gaze from the mirror down to look at the vanity wooden table. And with a slow sigh he tried to manage all the pain that filled his chest. Alma understood as a human being, loss was an absolute thing that could never be avoided. But again he is only a weak creature - who when lost can only shed tears.

To her, Aunt Maryam was a good connecting mother.

In fact, very well.

"Bi .. In fact I remain Alma ... A-a child after fourteen years who until now was really afraid of being left alone" muttered Alma.

The rain has completely subsided. He fell down as if unable to hold his legs and rest assured, releasing all the sobs that were held back earlier.

"Bi-bi a-I should how? .. My chest sa-kit Bi ... Why did Aunt ing-kar promise?"

Both of his hands raised covered the face that had been soaked from sweat as well as tears. She felt she had no more life support - who truly understood what a mother should do to her Son. Alma tried to get up slowly looking for her salary to contact Uncle Idrus, really she needed to hear directly from him.

"A-I won't believe it, as before Uncle Idrus speaks," said Alma and immediately sought contact for Uncle Idrus' name on his account.

"The number you are going to cannot be reached."

Once again, Alma tried clicking the call button.

"The number you are going to cannot be reached."

"Why can't you?" He let out a heavy sigh, why did everything become in vain. His attempt to contact Uncle Idrus was a failure - and until at any time, he could not really believe what Umma Sarah said was true.

Aunt Maryam wouldn't have been that easy to leave.

Especially, without saying goodbye.

It never will.

The door of Alma's room that had opened slightly now widened to show Umm Salamah who stood looking at him with a sad look. I do not know suddenly he felt as if his hearing was deafening, because Umm Salamah came even he could not hear his footsteps.

"Mrs ..."

Heard his name called softly by Umm Salamah. He looked up with a breath that was wheezing as well as tears that returned to drip, he looked at Umm Salamah with sadness as if asking him to absorb a little suffering of his life.

"O-ummi ... Bi-bi Maryam . a-is she really dead?"

Both warm hands suddenly embraced her frail body-Ummi Salamah hugged her tightly. "Son, let's get on the bed. Under the cold" he said slowly.

Bi-bi is also cold, right?

"Mrs ..." Umm Salamah told Alma to stand up and walk to the bed and sit there. Then the left and right hands of Umm Salamah help remove the veil used by her foster children, because it has really been soaked by tears and sweat.

After detachment. Dissociated with a beautiful black mane, then the gaze of Umm Salamah turned to the face of Alma reddened, and the eyes swollen, because of too much crying.

"Ummi will accompany you here. If you want to cry .. Just finish today Alma, do not lament for too long, son," said Umm Salamah slowly.

Even I'm not used to losing this Ummi.

"Da-daku sa ... kit Ummi," said Alma.

Umm Salamah demands that Alma sleep. But again this stubborn girl refused. "Alma ... You must rest, son."

Alma reluctantly agrees to sleep on his back, assisted by Umm Salamah. Even his two soft hands rubbed the remaining tears on his right and left cheeks, followed by picking up the black robe that Alma wore to see the condition of the wound that Mardiyah had treated.

"In the meantime, Ashar time, you go to sleep first. Ummi wait here, Ummi accompany you here."

Before both of Alma's eyes were completely closed that speech he heard.

Umrah ...

Ummi is no substitute for Aunt Maryam.

I-because whenever Aunt Maryam is the best Substitute I've ever had ...

...°°°...

"Aunt ..."

The voice from his lips was followed by an open net and a loud breath. He dreams of something bad - even very bad. Which dream it was the fact that Aunt Maryam had left her.

"Alma, set your breath, son," said Umm Salamah.

Alma looked down deeply, when she realized it was Ummi Salamah - a middle-aged woman who would soon become her father-in-law chose to settle down waiting for her suffering self.

"Drink first" said Umm Salamah.

Alma looked over, seeing a cup of tea prepared for her. "I-I can drink Ummi myself."

Ummi Salamah nodded and gave Alma a warm cup of tea. Then immediately brewed the tea slowly until exhausted by the foster children.

"Here you pray Ashar first, son?"

Alma nodded. "Yes, Ummi. It's me-the-"

"Tayamum, son. The wound on your foot is difficult to make way, especially if it hits water," said Umm Salamah.

"Yes. Alma tayamum" replied Alma.

Umm Salamah stood up, walked over to the hanger, picked up the face hanging there and placed it on the bed, so that Alma could take it easily.

"Want Ummi help?"

Alma. "Alma can, Ummi."

"Ummi come out for a second, son. Assalamualaikum."

The wooden door of the dormitory was closed again. This place became silent and quietly he muttered in reply to the greeting of Umm Salamah. "Mosur."

Alma used mukena slowly, then performed the four-rakaat prayer-and it was twenty minutes that he had completed the prayer and recitation. Not even long ago there was a sound of algae touched doors, which turned out Umm Salamah had come-with carrying a tray.

"You eat. Ummi bribe, huh?"

Alma. After all, he is not hungry and eating together will usually be done after the magrib prayer for the children of the home who fast, while those who are not usually after the prayer isya.

"Why?"

He put the face that was worn next to the bed neatly back on the hanger. "So noon Alma had eaten with Ummi. And se--"

"That was noon. It's afternoon now, son," said Umm Salamah.

Again, Alma shook her head. "Ummi, please .. don't treat Alma like this. Alma is not married to Jafar, and Alma remains an orphanage. So it's Alma's obligation to follow the orphanage rules" explained Alma.

"But .. You look weak, son."

With a slight smile Alma looked at Umm Salamah and said, "Ummi .. who understands Alma's situation is Alma himself. So Ummi doesn't have to worry, Alma's fine."

"So you don't want to eat?" ask Umm Salamah again.

"No, Ummi."

Ummi Salamah bowed, looking at the food in the tray. And said curiously, "When Ummi is tired of cooking for you ..."

"U-ummi's cooking?"

Ummi Salamah nodded.

"O Allah Ummi, Ummi should not have to bother like this. Alma's fine, Alm----"

"You're lying, son. No human being feels good at times like this." Ummi Salamah placed a tray of food next to Alma's bed, and the two originally reluctant-to-look neutrals now met. Umm Salmah continued, "Never say that in front of others who have felt the same way as you, Alma."

" ... cause no matter how much you try to say, if you're all right, it'll be for nothing. Because Ummi, obviously can see the lie in your eyes," continued Umm Salamah.