A Ghost To Mak

Paula

"Absite ...." Mak Nur kicked through the brown door. The green painted stage house trembled slightly when his old hand pounded on the door of the child's room. While confirming the location of the cloth covering her head, the woman who was about sixty years old shouted again, "how come the windfall to be close, this hour is still sleeping!"

"Why, Mom? Angry in the morning?" Laila who was wearing a green robe but still wearing a towel on the head approached her in-laws who were still standing in front of the room. The old woman's breath was still hunting, clearly visible from her chest that went up and down, "let me just wake up Brother." Laila gently rubbed Mak Nur's shoulder. Without saying much, the middle-aged woman relented and passed from the front of the room.

"Bang .. open the door, huh." Laila knocked on the door of the room slowly. Slowly the door of the room opened, the tall man pulled his wife's arm, the door of the room closed again.

"Udah noon, loh. No brother kr ...." Laila's sentence stopped when Paul landed a kiss on the thin lips of his wife.

"Enough it's noisy. If Laila follows, Abang jamin, Laila takes a junub bath every day," Paul said in a raucous voice near Laila's left ear. The woman's hair stood up as her husband's breath was so close to his neck.

The bespectacled man again laid himself on the bed, letting Laila stand at the door. The woman opened the towel that was on her head, her half-drenched long hair breaking free. Laila hung a towel behind the door, then sat in front of the mirror.

"Laila's had a shower?" paul asked, looking at his wife who was combing in front of the dresser.

"Why do you think Laila's hair is wet?" laila asked without looking. She can see the position of her husband who is still sleeping with the prone position from behind the mirror.

"Entah ...," said Paul briefly.

The skinny man grabbed a pillow that was in the corner of the mattress and hugged it. Turning her body against the wall, she turned her back to Laila.

"Abang wake. Brother wants to work." Laila approached Paul who was still lying down, his left hand gently patting her husband's left arm, but the man refused to open his eyes.

"Abang ba ...." Paul pulled Laila's arm, so that the woman's body was resignedly lying next to him. Paul throws the bolster pillow he originally embraced, and pulls Laila's shoulder closer. Paul's hands and feet were on top of Laila's body, locking her in an embrace.

"Don't be noisy, or Brother make Laila shampoo again." Paul's raucous voice was clearly heard in Laila's ears. The woman was resigned to being in the arms of the husband, "let the brother sleep ten minutes more, okay!" The bespectacled man smiled triumphantly as he watched Laila's helpless face. Paul kisses his wife's cheek.

"Yes already. My brother slept again. Laila wasn't bothering. But let Laila come out, help Mak cook." Laila tries to escape Paul's embrace, but the man accidentally tightens the hug. Weary. Laila let herself stay in that position.

"Darling," call Paul.

"Humm ...."

"Why do you like your brother?"

"Who said Laila likes you?" Laila looked up at his head, looking at Paul who was looking at him as well.

"What then? klo Laila doesn't like you, brother won't let anyone get Laila!" exclaim Paul. His two hands tightened the embrace making it difficult for Laila to breathe.

"Ngancem's ugly. We are already married, why are we still asking about it?"

"No, Honey. Brother wonder why Laila can accept the proposal brother.kan brother does not have abundant property. Ngeselin. How can Laila be at home with a human model brother."

"Dragon, dear. Happiness is not measured by treasure or throne. Laila is happy with Brother, Laila's heart is comfortable. About Abang ngeselin, mah it is already innate orok. will not be changed as well."

"Continue?" ask Paul.

"Continue. Laila's brother Laila now. Laila wants to help Mak cook."

"Love what?" ask Laila confused.

"That last night!" exclaim Paul.

"Flame. Laila forgot what she said last night."

"Love this, nih!" Paul brought his face closer to Laila's face, kissing behind her ear. Makes Laila shudder amusedly.

"Yes already. My brother sleeps, deh. Laila's not bothering." Laila tries to escape Paul's embrace.

"Not willing to. accompany your brother to sleep."

"Don't do it, dong. Laila wants to cook, Bang."

"No. Laila has to stay with my brother to sleep."

"Don ngeselin!" exclaim Laila.

"Biarin. ngeselin is also Laila dear, right?"

"No!"

"Not wrong anymore!" exclaimed Paul. he can guess the heart of Laila. because he himself knows if Laila loves him so much. Laila let Paul continue to hug her until the man actually slept soundly.

Paul's embrace loosened and Laila was able to break free from her husband's safety. Laila got up, got out of bed very slowly so that the man did not wake up. He took the veil from the closet and went out of the room.

"Where, Brother?" mak asked when he saw Laila was already in the kitchen.

"Still asleep, Mom," said Laila.

"That's really a kid. I have a wife who is rich like this." Mak Nur got up from his seat, about to approach his only son who was still sleeping. Quickly, Laila grabbed Mak Nur's arm and shook her head.

"Biarin, Mom. I'll wake up by myself."

Mak Nur sat back down, his hands again busy smoothing the seasoning to be made sambal.

**

Laila Nazilatul Anwar, a beautiful girl of Javanese blood, captivated the heart of a Paul, a cold-blooded man who came from the land of Sumatra. The beginning of their introduction was quite short, met the view in a workshop when the motor matic that was boarded by Laila had leaked tires, and patched on a workshop that at that time Paul was hanging out there. The charm of the hijab girl made the glasses man fall in love at first sight, until finally Paul ventured to ask for Laila's mobile number, but he was rejected outright.

There, Paul searches for information about Laila, the girl with the round face who stole his heart. Laila was the eldest daughter of an ustadz, the girl teaching at the ibtidaiyah Islamiyyah school. Paul's good-looking charm makes it easy to get Laila's mobile number from one of his fellow teachers at the school where Laila gave her knowledge.

After four months of ta'aruf, Paul, who works at a store in the market, emboldened himself to ask Laila. Strong effort and determination finally managed to convince the big family of Laila, as well as Mak. With a simple reception in Laila's native land in Java, with a single breath, Paul uttered a qobul ijab and the girl became his legal wife.