Nun: Just Missing
Whatever

Childhood togetherness does not bring a heart movement to understand each other. In fact, Joseph was so proud and did not side with his brother who used to be so dear to him.

"You're the one who took my mother to the hospital. I can't, there's a meeting tomorrow.' Joseph kink.

"Yes how? I promised my boss to start an artist all day tomorrow. Because if it wasn't me, the artist wouldn't have come to the launch.." Dhika.

"Mas Ruslan can't I ask you a favor?" Arina asked carefully so as not to be a problem.

"What's wrong?" Ruslan's cold attitude, adding to the level of ego that is increasingly soaring.

"Can Ruslan take you to the hospital tomorrow? Control, same me. I just need help lifting mom up later there."

"Aren't you and the others who want to be taken to the Hospital? I don't agree... It's up to you."

"Yeah, I'm just asking you to help." Arina softly sulked, though she knew that Ruslan would not care about her request.

"You think to yourself, going to the hospital will continue to be given medicine. That brarti stuffed the mother with chemicals all the time. Do you guys?" Ruslan's words were fierce.

"Certainly do you think that you'd better be quiet like this? which is better?"

Arina is also emotionally attracted.

"The reality is we can not care for mothers without knowledge, we do not know anything, need medical personnel to help the recovery of mothers. I have to take my medication."

"I can take care of my mother by relying on plants in the yard. God has given everything around us, not with chemistry." Ruslan still maintains herbal treatment.

"Sorry, what do we know? how to mix it, the dose and the effect on the mother's body. Can you answer for it?"

Arina mustered up the courage to defy her brother's own theory, which was highly antipathetic to medical treatment.

" It's t-e-r-s-e-r-a-h..."

"But what about tomorrow, ma'am?" Arina sat down, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Whatever, ask each other?" Ruslan doesn't care. His hand took out a cigarette and lit the fire, then made it difficult for him to tip the neatly-rolled tobacco. Suck it slowly and throw smoke out of his mouth.

Ruslan got up from the bamboo chair on the porch where he was sitting, stepping without even looking. Then go by without a burden.

"Ok, whatever's on your mind, it's important to me that you're healthy."

Shouted Arina as Ruslan's body disappeared in the dark of the night.

The dim moon, the stars that no longer shine brightly make Arina's heart in excitement.

'Yes it is up to tomorrow, may Allah help the goodwill of a child who is only considered a crumb.' inner Arina.

Arina walked into the mother's room, and the face of the woman who had given birth to her was helpless. Just a week ago she drove her mother to the market to buy a ring that is still coiled on her finger.

"If you don't buy a ring, the money will run out, there is no result of the mother's stitching money. But if you buy a ring now, you're worried that someone needs the money. I still think of Joseph, pity him his mediocre life."

Arina turned her head towards Dhika who had just finished calling her business partner.

"Mas Dhika, how can I see my mother in this state?" Arina turned back to Dhika. Because he knew Dhika loved his mother very much.

I used to think of Dhika, the man who was always close to my heart. When difficult and happy, Dhika always hugs and kisses mom with all her love.

"Waah glad to have a son who always loves the same parents ya ma'am." Said Mrs Progo, wife of soy sauce factory entrepreneur Dates, neighbor mother.

"Yes, thank God. Have a lot of different children nature and character yes ma'am." Reply mom chimed in on Bu Progo's chat.

"By the way, this is sorry y Mom. I would love to have a child like Dhika Bu. Dear and caring parents, diligently worship. If for example I want to raise a child how is Mom?"

"What do you mean by Progo?" Mother scrunched her forehead and put her ears to listen to the intention that had been conveyed.

"I want Dhika to be my adopted daughter Mom, hhmm but I'm calm, if Dhika misses mom or at the weekend want to go home mom, please."

Ms. Progo gave a careful explanation.

"I can't be far from him, Mom. But if Dhikanya want and allowed as his father, yes please. I'll talk to his father first, ma'am."

Dhika ponders Arina's words as she recalls her teenage years. His eyes glazed over, when he heard the discussion of the father and mother at that time.

"It's okay, ma'am, but Dhika is also still coming back here, into your arms. Projo's mom is a rich man." Father said with sparkling eyes imagining a clap of money in the hand without having to work hard.

"I don't have the heart, sir, to sell my own children. Especially just for money. Even though we live a simple life but happy mothers keep together, eating does not eat the original get-together."

Mother continued to hug Dhika in warmth. Kiss her lovingly. Falling a grain of dew crystals on Dhika's cheek.

"Yes already, in the Lord tomorrow I set the schedule. I also want you to be healthy again, excited again. I want to see the smile on mom's face again."

"Yes, pity mom. This is we're halfway through. May you heal quickly. Aamiin, God."

The dawah family is the guiding family, not the claimant. Happy when giving, not receiving. Sadness is selfishness and not beneficial to others. (Satria Becomes Lubis)

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a scribble that Arina wrote on a piece of paper at bedtime.

Gamelan

Don't know what I'm thinking

I don't know where the foot is going

Everything feels Kelu

Can't move, just be quiet

I'm like a broken leg lost balance

Achieving longing in the strains of longing

A thin smile hurts

Only a shadow misses in the cradle

Why am I shaking?

Even though I know everything's rolling

Heavy taste blending

In the soul of the restless heart

I want to run..

I want to scream..

I want to reach..

I want ... I-i wanted...

But it didn't arrive

Allah Akbar....

God is great

Silent in silence

Rebellious heart

Rinai fell in a cradle

Glasses shatter

Spattered in no direction

Wind in one gust

It all flies

How long will this storm last?

Only He knows, though,

A dwarf soul, a,

The poor soul stumbles on the winding road

Can they all survive?

(Arina expects in prayer)

O God, give a miracle to the mother and the wholeness of this family

Give the light of Your love to our hearts and spirits

Let us return to your path

Aamyn