TELL LAURA I LOVE HER
ILYAS'S HELP
Ilyas was busy guarding his two nephews who were swinging in the park near his mother's house, when the sound of crying babies not far from where he was sitting. He was wobbly looking for a baby that was increasingly clearly heard the sound of his crying. “Mistake, Galang, let's go. Uncle heard there was a baby sister crying,” Ilyas invited the two toddlers with a difference of 2 years. He took both of them while coming to the direction of the origin of the sound.
Ilyas saw a girl in her 10s holding a baby she thought was not yet 2 months old. “Adek, your baby sister why?” Ilyas asked softly, not wanting the girl to run away in fear.
“Maybe he's thirsty Uncle,” replied the girl.
“Then where is your mother? Why didn't she breastfeed your sister?” Ilyas was confused.
“Auntie was washing so we could get money to eat, so Ilham cried looking for aunty” replied the little woman.
“So she's your aunt's son? What's your name, baby?” ask ilyas gently.
“Iya, she is the daughter of my aunt Nindiya,” replied Nindiya or commonly called Nindi while shaking her sister slowly so as not to cry.
“What is the usual Inspiration to drink ASI? And now your aunt washes where?” ask Ilyas.
“Ilham used to drink ASI, aunty washes in the opposite house,” Nindi pointed to the green painted house opposite her.
“Who is your aunt's name? So that uncle does not talk wrong later.” tana ilyas back.
“Auntie name Namira.”
“Good, a minute yes. Uncle will tell your aunt so that you and Ilham can come with uncle. You wait at the uncle's house,” without a second thought Ilyas moved to help the mother of the baby Ilham he had never seen.
Ilyas who is a long-time person in the neighborhood is certainly widely known to the environmental community. So it was not difficult when he said he would bring Nindi and Ilham to wait for Namira to finish washing at his house. The owner of the house where Namira worked was very familiar with the late mother of Ilyas.
Ilyas took over in Ilham's arms, and asked Nindi to take 3-year-old Galang to his house. “Bik, please prepare warm su5u and bread for Nindi.” Ilyas asked the housekeeper who had been nurturing him since he was a teenager to give Nindi bread as a stomach booster.
“Good Den,” replied the aunt.
“Sini, you are sitting here with Gilang's sister,” invite Ilyas, while Ilham has him to sleep in the Galang box. The baby fell asleep in Ilyas' arms because he was too tired to cry.
“Teh, can talk?” ilyas asked whispering at the dining table, as Novia was observing the screen of her laptop. Either the business of his work, whether his college business because the brother is taking S2 college.
“What's up?” novia asked, she was strange about her sister's attitude that seemed mysterious because she spoke while whispering.
“I want to help people, but of course with cooperation with teteh. The baby mother I was carrying had no steady job. I haven't seen the guy either. But the Hajj mother Miradz said, the mother often whines for work as long as she can buy food for herself and her nephew. The niece's mother is her brother, TKW work in Taiwan but long time no news. While the money sent from Taiwan was made gambling by her husband so Namira asked her brother not to send money to her husband again. If you want to send it to his account because make Nindi's life. But it has been one year that the brother did not send any more money so he and Nindi were stranded.” ilyas began to tell his mother's background inspiration.
“I want her mother inspired to work still here, she can bring Nindi and Ilham. Here let him help his aunt. The important thing is that he and Nindi are not short of food. I'll support their meal if I don't want to give them food. About where to stay I'll ask him if he's here. Only I don't want him to stay here because it's not good for the Teteh household. He only came here at 8 am and came home at 5 pm like an employee,” ilyas complete his intention to ask permission on Novia.
“Assalamu’alaykum,” greet a woman down.
“Bibi ...,” Nindi called a very young beautiful woman came in shabby and slightly wet clothes standing doubtfully on the doorstep of the house.
“Wa’alaykum greetings, please enter Non,” with a friendly bibik welcome Namira in .
“Den, Non, that the baby's mother has arrived,” aunt tells Ilyas and Novia about Namira's arrival.
“Byok or Teh, Tete who wondered. If fellow women ‘kan more delicious,” ilyas invites his brother to determine how the best help for his mother inspiration.
“But, sorry to trouble,” with both hands, the woman took Novia's right hand and kissed her respectfully.
“Sit, what's your name?” ask Novia.
“I Namira Buk,” replied Namira softly and she sat down obediently.
“You wait a minute yes,” Novia immediately rushed into her room and came out with her towel and dry clothes. “You change first. Your clothes are wet. You can have a fever, even though you are giving ASI to your child.”
Without refuting Namira received the towel and shirt given by the owner of the house, and walked to the back of the aunt who just happened to deliver hot tea for him.
“Where do you live and with whom?” asked Novia when Namira was sitting in front while holding the inspiration she had given ASI.
“I live with Nindi and Ilham behind the mosque at the end of Buk housing,” replied Namira.
“How old is inspiration and why do you let inspiration in the sling of Nindi and you wash in the house of bu hajah Miradz?” ask Novia again.
“Nindi is now 9 years old. Nindiya is the daughter of my older sister, Almira who became TKW in Taiwan. Nindi has been working since the age of 6. Nindi was raised by her grandmother and her father. When her grandmother became ill, her father Nindi asked me to help his mother take care of Nindi. I finally started living with them even though I had to go to college. When Nindi's grandmother died I was full of Nindi babysitting,” Namira took a breath for a moment. It is hard to continue his life story.
“In the beginning of the sister left, all the money sent to her husband could make their family life better. My sister's house can be built. But for a long time my sister-in-law spent money sent by my sister just to gamble. At the peak we were visited by debt collectors because sister-in-law never paid the loan installment,” back Namira took a breath and this time he paused by sipping tea available to him.
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