Story In July (End )
Day 2 - 2

The clock shows at 05:00 and I have been doing the dawn prayer after that I was getting ready to run in the morning.

I took my jacket, my phone and the little things that were most important to me, what else if not a handset.

I went down the stairs while putting the handset in my gear, yeah... Just to listen to the muratal holy verse of the Qur'an.

Then when I held the doorknob suddenly there was someone holding my shoulder, my reflex turned my body and it turned out to be a mbok.

"Where are you going?!"

"You run mbok"

"Oouh be careful well non!"

"hemp.. Assalamualaikum"

"Girisham"

I closed the door of the house and then he opened the gate of my house, he was the security guard who guarded my house.

"Thank you sir"

"Sama neng"

"Tumben sir, it's still morning standby here"

"Ouh yes obviously oruh neng, must instead!" saith.

I continued my pace with a little run enjoying every cold morning gust that touched my cheek.

..._o0o_...

Time continued to run and did not feel the sunlight began to emit light, on this sunny morning a lot of people who passed by they were preoccupied with their respective interests.

"Ooh!.."

Out of curiosity I glanced at the source of the voice, I approached him and helped pick up his shopping items which could be said to be quite a lot.

"Oh yeah... Nuhun neng neng atos mantosan" he said.

"I.ltya?!"

I was confused by what he said, Dad.. Maybe it's the language used here.

"Allah.. The tea woof teu ngartos sundanese geuning, eum.." The mothers seemed to think for a moment.

"Thank you for helping me" he said, smiling at me.

"O.ouh i. yes ma'am"

Then I reply with a very thin smile it's actually kind of hard for me to smile, probably because I rarely smile, so. I felt my lips stiff while doing this.

"Eh, but.. How is the language formal?!" I murmured in my heart.

"Dav?!" Call me, then the mother glances at me

"Why not get on a vehicle?!"

"Haihihah... The money is not enough oruh neng, the aunt of his house also deket kok tuh there!" he pointed at a house.

I frowned at my forehead which I thought at that time was not an orphanage, so why did aunt point there? I thought maybe the aunt in front of me was the caretaker of the orphanage.

"Oouh for the children's home huh bi?!"

"Yes neng, yaudah aunt continued again well..."

I had thought that returning home now might be very boring so, I decided to go to the parlour just to visit for a while.

"Bi.."

And the called one turned his body and faced me, with a face full of question marks.

"Yes neng?!" ask the auntie clumsily.

"Can I go with my aunt?!"

"That's so good!"

"But bi. Eums... I don't bring it under my hand"

"Yes obviously not papa dong neng, yaudah yuk!" and the aunt was embracing my shoulder.

..._o0o_...

Arriving there I was greeted warmly by the children of the home even some who invited to play, some were fighting over me as if I was a doll.

Instead of being upset I was actually happy, and it felt like my presence was very valuable to them even I felt that all the emptiness that was piling up inside me little by little was gone.

If I can be honest I always feel lonely and empty, it feels like I live in this world alone.

Well... Maybe the influence of my parents who always leave me alone at home, is at home there mbok but. mbok is always busy with his work. And again I was always busy with learning, learning, and learning.

"Sister!" call one of the kids sitting to my right, make my mind go crumpled and I start to wake up.

"So why are you daydreaming?!" ask one of the children beside my left.

Do you guys know? our position now is very sweet, because at that time our position was in a circular state. I am a mother surrounded by my own children.

"No, my sister is not daydreaming" my dear.

"Sister.. Brother how many years now?!" ask one of the girls with hair.

"Sister yah's age? still young when the brother was just 13 years old" I replied, then they replied 'oh' simultaneously.

"Sister rowdy raka teu?!"ask a man with glasses.

And again I frowned, Dad.. I don't understand what he's saying.

"Damn... Reno! kan already told the aunt he said that talking with this sister can not be Sundanese, the basic ¹boloho!"said the little girl beside my right.

"Wheel?!" my many.

"Ituloh kak means it's his sister" I heard that I frowned, a second later I began to understand what the little girl was saying.

"Owow, eum.. Not really a brother does not have a brother or sister, because the only child" and again they only have 'oh' ria only.

"Sister!" call one of the two-painted little girls in front of me and the funny thing is that she raises her hand.

"Dad...?"

Degs...

At that moment it seemed like time had stopped for a moment, the wind seemed to stop blowing, there was only silence between us and it felt like I wanted to cry.

The little girl asked me something that might have always been a question mark in her life, when I almost shed tears I felt sympathy for her.

I went up to her and hugged her very tightly, I knew I could do nothing but maybe, by sharing the warmth with her she could get better.

And maybe I can ease all the sadness and suffering she has been through all this time.

Then she returned my arms and while she was in my arms, I felt her shoulders go up and down I guessed maybe she was crying.

I let go of my embrace with her and rubbed the little girl's eyes.

"You don't cry you should always be grateful because there are many people who love and care for you" my finger at a glance.

"And there are still many children who want to play with you, brother is sure you are strong!"

Suddenly all the children were crying I was a little surprised as they longed for the presence of a mother and father on their side, I could never think how cruel their parents were to leave or throw them in this place.

I spread my arms wider and asked them to hug and they came to me and held me, I rubbed the heads of some of them, there was a sense of sadness, sadness and anger at that time.

Not long after that the aunt of the parlour who was with me came to us.

"Yuk in! time to eat" his Jed briefly.

"Let's hurry up and finish the food.. Yuk, yuk fast, yu!" bring him.

They poured in and I stared at them softly and without my permission the clear liquid began to fall down my cheeks, and I rubbed it rough immediately.

At first glance I saw the aunt of the parlour who was with me earlier even start walking towards me.

"Neng?!.." call him.

I immediately lowered my head.

"Mayn't aunty ask around a little bit as sweet?!"

"Well you ask what bi?" on the sidelines saying that I was trying to keep my tears from falling, the aunt then sat right near me.

"Miss... Is there any more problem?!"

I was a little surprised how could the person who just knew me know?.

And did I look so bad all this time?

"Miss!"

"Ah.. I-iya bi?!"

The aunt smiled at me and her smile felt warm actually I rarely socialize with other people, because of the very tight guard from the mama that makes me rarely to socialize.

"Son... Auntie knows, you have a problem. But... You must be able to learn to mature, you must be patient, rest assured that every trial will always have a silver lining" his nose at a glance.

"Our task is only to try, be patient and reliable, so life will feel very peaceful"

Instantly I felt overwhelmed by what the aunt was saying and somehow I felt fragile, no matter where the initiative came from.

I unhappily hugged the aunt when I thought that the aunt was still a stranger to me, but. After hearing his advice I became emotional and scolded myself.

Wh why? why isn't Mom like her? why is Mom not as warm as she is?.

The mother returned my embrace and rubbed my head, I really feel comfortable and warm if time can stop, I want to continue like this this this warmth is what I have always wanted.

"And... If mamah and papah had traits like yours, maybe I wouldn't be like this towards them." I cried inwardly.

"Patience is good" he said.

"Thank you bi.." I let go of my embrace towards him and rubbed my eyes.

"My aunt go first!"

"Ouh iyah's.. Whose name is that?!"

"Zahwa.." I replied with a knotty smile.

"Oouh if aunty's Sumi, so you call her Sumi"

"Hmmm... Yaudah bi Sumi, Zahwa wants to go home first well, assalamualaikum"

"Commussalam"

I nodded my head as I was about to move suddenly someone hugged me from my right side, my reflexes looking towards my side turned out to be the little girl who asked about the 'parents' to me earlier.

"Will not go home?!"he asked with a sad face, I let go of his embrace and faced him.

"Dad, brother should go home now"

"Sister don't cry. You are strong!" he said with a clenched palm.

I smiled wryly at what she was doing, her innocent face as if giving an adorable impression to anyone who saw her.

"Whose name are you?" my many.

"My name is Amira but I like to be called Ami, well if brother?"

"Zahwa call me brother Zahwa"

"Oky. But.. I want him to call that brother Brother Wawa. May?!" she asked, for a moment I chuckled because of her slightly funny way of speaking.

"Yes, I can be free" I replied, I stood up and aunt and Ami also stood up.

"Yaudah my great-grandfather, assalamualaikum"

"Waalaikummussalam" they answered in unison.

"be careful brother!" she said, waving her tiny hand, I smiled and sauntered away from there.

Seriate...

^^^05-01-2022^^^

^^^Wida pitriyani^^^

¹boloho \= beloon

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