Humaira
Chapter 1. 27 years ago

"Ummi, I'm leaving yes" Humaira said.

The sweet girl whose cheeks were reddish touched the hand of the middle-aged woman. Ummi his favorite call. The face of the girl. Humaira, the only girl.

"Why ummi?" ask Humaira

Ummi smile expands. There was happiness in his face.

"Don't forget, bismillah. Intention to help people sincerely" Ummi's short message was very touching.

"Yes ummi ....." Humaira hugged him tightly.

"Ummi prayers are always for ummi girls who are sholehah" back ummi smiled while kissing Humaira's forehead.

"Nrivitas ..."

"Ih ummi gaul ..." Humaira's wiggle pinched her ummiyan arm.

Humairo laughed as he ran towards Ojol's brother. Today he got morning duty. He waved at his umminya. Her sweet smile always adorned her face. A very friendly girl.

Ummi returned the wave of his daughter. Back the smile on his lips. He watched until his son's back disappeared brought motor motorcycle ojek online.

Ummi leaned against the door after closing it. His eyes were fixed on the photo of the middle-aged man. Hussein, her late husband. Ummi walked towards the photo attached to the wall. Take it and look at it, long enough. A longing for the man ambushed him. Her tears flowed.

Memories with him go back to dancing. The man who strengthened his heart. The man who dared to take her across the rigors of life. The man who never complained. Although the profession does not guarantee material prosperity. A man full of love. His love never ends. Even more love.

"Darling, thank God this morning I got an order from a subscription" Husein started a morning chat with his wife.

As usual a glass of warm sweet tea and boiled cassava. Yes, that is all Melati can provide. Hussein is more than enough. He recalled the message of ustadz Rojali, a rich person is one who feels enough and is always grateful.

"Dad stay?" tanya Melati.

Humaira was indeed facing her final exam. She wants to graduate from nursing school quickly. Want to work soon. Humaira felt sorry for the condition of her mother's father.

"Be careful, Dad. Slowly drive him. Moreover, the journey is far away" Melati said to her husband while putting Husein's clothes in a bag.

"Insyaalloh, pray for me, yes"

A warm morning conversation of two people who love each other. Husein that day drove his subscription to Bandung. His job as an online taxi driver demands good service. He's got some subscriptions. One of them was Mr. Gandi who asked him to take him to Bandung.

The car he was wearing was not his. Husein rented from his neighbor, Mr. Jaelani retired PNS. He can no longer be an online taxi driver. Be Husein who forwards in exchange for a monthly rental.

"Dad left yes, ma'am" Melati kissed her hand. Husein peeped at his soulmate's forehead. So sweet once. Like the scene in soap opera.

"Ayaaaah .. salim" Humaira ran from the kitchen.

"Be careful on the road. Buy me a typical cake Bandung ya" the door spoiled.

"Insyaalloh .." replied Husein while peeping Humaira's forehead.

"Dad .... I love you" Humaira showed her lentic finger crossed between thumb and forefinger. A sign of South Korean love.

Mr. Hussein smiled. He replied with the same thing Humaira did.

"Acasino'aikum ..." Mr. Husein pamit pafa both.

"Dad ... " Humaira waved her hand. Mr. Husein returned the wave from the car.

The man went to seek sustenance with the love of two women, Melati and Humaira. An invaluable supply. Love and prayer.