Wound of "Rania"
SRLL. No matter and departure

Days passed, weeks to weeks were over. Today coincides with the turn of 2007 to 2008.. Rania and all the other foreign exchange candidates are celebrating the turn of the new year in the dormitory.

All are very eager to light fireworks, including Rania who is very happy to hold fireworks. This was also the first time for Rania, he can buy fireworks and other items he wants without worrying about money and the anger of the mother who always asked for money and demanded Rania to be reciprocated because she had taken care of him and raising Rania..

Now what Rania has in mind now is, if we have a lot of money then people will appreciate it, there are even some people lick their feet just for money. And Rania also got word from the office people, that she already has an employer and will go to the country of Oman..

Right at 00:00 Rania stared at the sound of thunderous firecrackers, a sign that the year had changed. Coincidentally Indra was in the middle village looking at the fireworks that lit in the sky..

The two sisters miss each other and love each other even though there is no blood connection between the two of them..

''Where are you Ran? are you alright?'' Indra muttered and sighed, then prayed in her heart to make her sister okay wherever she was..

''Indra! what are you doing out there? log in! you are already rich bego men daydream malem malem.'' snapped Ainun..

''Yes, yes.'' Indra entered with a shunt inside the house, but suddenly Indra stopped at the door and looked back..

''A promise to find you Ran.''

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While in a different country, the place is in Seputeh Village 4, Seputeh Village Park Housing, Kuala Lumpur Malaysia•

Dawiyah and her husband and two stepchildren are holding a barbeque in their luxurious house, they are the same as Rania and the children who were abandoned. We welcome the turn of the year, but with a different place and situation to the children.

If Dawiyah lives with her luxury, comfort, warmth from the family. Unlike the four children who were thronged live full of struggle, misery, cold, and even hunger..

Dawiyah's first child named Angga the oldest child aged 25 years living in the city of Jakarta, working as a busker and odd jobs the most important he can live and eat.

Cepi's second child, 21, works porters building, in Jongol-Bogor area. And Aris, the third child, was 19, lived with her grandparents in Cianjur and often helped her in the fields..

While Rania was the fourth child of different fathers, aged 14 years and his life was miserable like his brothers who had to fight life on their own feet..

They took the place of one sister and another mother. More importantly, they don't know each other. If Allah wills them to pass in the way, they will not repent and will not know that they are sodara..

What's worse, what if one day they are met with a different taste? the love and affection of Naudzubillah Min Dzalik. May you be kept away from all misfortune..

''Bundaaa.'' cried Nuna crying Dawiyah.

''Yeah dear.'' replied Dawiyah gently.

''Is it ripe?'' ask a toddler named Nuna, pointing at the meat in the fireplace..

''Donk sayanggg already, you want to eat it immediately?'' Dawiyah pinched her stepson's chin in a fit of anxiety..

Nuna nodded so much with Nino that they nodded simultaneously, and Dawiyah painstakingly fed her two stepchildren..

Dawiyah smiled as she finished feeding her two stepchildren.. Without Dawiyah feel and think to her own biological child. Has the child eaten too? are they healthy in the village?.

Ck.. Dawiyah will never be able to feel it all, because for the Dawiyah to live with luxury and bergelimang treasure without thinking about any burden is very pleasant. For what reason did Dawiyah think of his children who he had considered unlucky bearers for his life..

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Two days later. Thursday, January 3, 2008. Exactly at 9:30 wib.. Rania is summoned to the office by one of the authorities who dispatched Rania.

''Oh yes Ran, sit down..''

''What is mbak?''

''Begini Ran, in two days you can leave for Oman and help you prepare.''

''Oohh that fast Ma'am.''

''That's your sustenance Ran, let's see the others they are there who have been more than three months but have not been called, spirit Ran.''

''Mbak, I'll be ready. Thank you earlier mbak.'' Rania will come out of her room, Fika.

''Uh wait for Ran, I forgot to tell you that Mr. Faruk called you too tuh.''

''What's up?'' Rania was a little worried..

''Where do I know, just try to go in and ask. But don't let you persuade him yaa.'' Mbak Fika advised..

Rania nodded then entered the room Mr. Faruk, with a little heart that was was was because Mr. Faruk at the stamp liked to play with foreign exchange candidates. Rania does not want to fall into the same hole, because she focuses on working and collecting a lot of money so that her life is not oppressed continuously..

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Two harinkemudian•

Where Rania and a few other people were about to leave for the airport, everyone in the dorm gave good-bye to Rania and a few others..

Rania got into the car and left for Soekarno Hatta airport..

Along the way, Rania was not ceaselessly amazed what else saw the plane that looked big. There is a heart that feels nervous but as strong as possible, Rania calms her worried heart, and reassures herself that she will be fine..

''Allaahumma hawwin 'alainaa safaranaa hadzaa wathwi 'annaa bu'dahu allaahumma anta ashshoohibu fissafari walkholiifatu fil-ahl.” (“Yes Allah, make it easy for us to travel, and draw near its distance. O God who accompanies the journey, and You who protect the family.)

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Muscat International Airport Oman•

It takes 7 hours 45Minutes flight from Jakarta to Oman.

Rania could sigh in relief, as her feet stomped on the ground in the middle east. Land that will bring Rania to work for two years without leave..

Here also the patience of a Rania will be tested, the maturity of Rania will be lived with a spacious heart stroking the chest and hurting the eyes..

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