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Early in the morning after performing dawn prayers, Lira began her usual activities of preparing breakfast for her and her mother and her little daughter, followed by making fried foods that will later be entrusted to a neighboring stall. Breakfast that has been cooked, placed on a wooden table in the middle of the room as a barrier between the living room and kitchen. After that, Lira arrange all the fried foods into a container that is slightly wide so that the fried foods do not accumulate each other.
Lira saw her son still asleep on a thin mattress in his room. The lira tidied up a thin blanket that sagged under her son's feet. The lira covers the tiny body of her child with a blanket so as not to get cold. After that, Lira went to her neighbor's shop to leave her sale.
"Assalamu'alaykum mother, these fried lira are all 50 seeds, yes." Said Lira to Yuyun, the kidnapper of the warung.
"Yes neng. Just in an ordinary place." Reply Yuyun while tidying up her sales. "Oh yes, today's vegetable sales are not?" Ask Yuyun.
"God willing, sell ma'am."
"You know, the mother of vegetable kale seedlings the same bundle of eggplant, yes. Stop by mom's shop first." Yuyun.
"Yes, God willing. Lira says yes, ma'am. Assalamu'alaykum."
"Wa'alaykumussalam."
Lira immediately went home to prepare her vegetables that she had just harvested yesterday afternoon and she would sell them around the village. Since her son entered the age of one year, Lira again planted vegetables in the yard of her house.
After all her vegetables had been put in the basket, Lira woke up her sleeping little daughter while hugging her old-looking little rabbit doll. The rabbit doll was a gift from one of her neighbors, when Inas was two months old.
"Daddy, let's get up, baby. We take a shower and have breakfast. Adek wants to join the sales mama, no?" Lira gently rubbed the head of her little daughter who was getting more and more like her father, Reza.
The adorable toddler immediately squirmed and smiled when he saw the face of his mother who also smiled at him.
"Yuk bath, deck. Mommy wants to sell, bad luck." Lira immediately carried her daughter's tiny body and took her to the bathroom in the back.
This is the routine activity of the Lira every morning. He always took his daughter with him when selling his vegetables to the neighbors. Lira accidentally left her son to Indah, her mother because lately her mother's health is not good.
After bathing her little daughter, Lira made warm tea for her mother who was still in her room. Although their breakfast menu every morning there are only boiled bananas and warm tea, Lira remains grateful for still being able to fill her stomach with food. As for her little daughter, Lira made plain diluted porridge without the frills of other complementary ingredients.
"Mother, let's have breakfast. Neng already ready for anget tea with boiled bananas on the table." Take Lira to her mother who is still lying on the bed.
"Yes neng."
They had breakfast with gratitude. Sometimes they laugh when they see Inas chattering indistinctly with his mouth filled with food, the toddler looks so adorable.
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In An Inn......
Reza was ready with his sky blue shirt deliberately rolled up to the elbow, combined with dark blue jeans. Don't forget the sunglasses are perched sweetly on the nose of the nose. Reza's performance today looks absolutely perfect. His face, which was originally covered with fine feathers, was now clean and smooth. Reza was deliberately tidying up his appearance to meet the idol whom he had once wasted.
Reza calls Jono to get ready for Lira's house. After heating the car, Joni waited for her employer while enjoying the morning air that was so cool and fresh that she could not possibly enjoy while in Jakarta.
Reza approached Jono who was seen breathing fresh air and then threw it away slowly. Reza followed Jono by doing the same thing, breathing fresh rural air that clearly feels different from the air in the city.
"Come sir, we're leaving." Take Reza in his car and sit down sweetly. However, Reza's heart was again beating very fast.
"Bismillah, den. I'm sure Non Lira will forgive Aden's mistakes." Said Jono suddenly breaking the silence and trying to encourage his boss who looked riled up.
Reza frowned, astonished at what the driver had just said.
"What does Mr. Jono mean?"
"Sorry den, I've been presumptuous to interfere in Aden's affairs."
"No papa, sir. But, does Mr. Jono already know about my household?"
"Yes, sir. I'm mean to my wife." Reza breathed out a breath that felt heavy.
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A few minutes later, Reza's car arrived in front of the mosque, which was right on the side of the road. Jono looked back to face his employer who still looked confused to see the atmosphere of the village which was quite quiet.
"Sorry den, I don't know where Non Lira's house is, because when I drove Ms. Lovely, just got here." Said Jono with a face no less confused.
"No papa, Mr. Jono. Let me ask the mothers who are in the stall there." Reza answered while pointing at a group of mothers who were sitting while berghibah ria in front of the stall where Lira left the sale.
Reza got out of the car to a group of mothers who were laughing cheerfully for telling about the bad luck that befell his neighbors. Strangely, they were happy to see their neighbors suffer.
"Assalamu'alaykum's chat. Excuse me, the mothers asked, where is the house of the beautiful mother?" Reza asked politely with a sweet smile.
While the mothers of the bounty only gaped wide when they saw the handsome face of Reza who dazzled their eyes. Reza was already used to dealing with situations like this, only now he became uncomfortable himself when he got the gazes from the mothers.
Reza waved his hand to resuscitate the daydreams of the mothers.
"Eh yes, Wa'alaykumussalam. How's 'A?" Ask a bunch of mothers who stutter.
"I asked, Where is the house of Beautiful Mother?" Reza repeated his question still in a polite tone.
"Oh, Beautiful whose son the name of Lira is yes? Who's pregnant out of wedlock?" One of the mothers who did not like Beautiful immediately answered Reza's question with a question.
Reza immediately put on a cold face when he heard his wife was accused of being pregnant out of wedlock.
"What do you mean by that?" Reza asked with an unfriendly face, holding back emotions.
"Yes yes 'A. Lira is a real girl. Coming home from the city instead of bringing money, this is even under the seeds of an obscure man." Answer the other mother who is also a Beautiful hater in the front guard.
Reza's face turned red, his ears burning. He did not accept hearing his wife was slandered with unreasonable charges according to him. Then came Yuyun, the owner of the shop.
"Sorry, 'A, the mouths of mothers here can not be filtered, if you like to talk about ngasal." Yuyun said sincerely apologizing when she saw Reza's reddened face holding back anger. "Rumah Bu Indah is right behind the mosque, 'A. Follow the path, will meet you later." Yuyun continued to explain while showing the direction of Lira's house.
"Thank you very much, ma'am. Excuse me."
Reza passed away leaving behind a group of mothers who were still staring at him in amazement. Reza immediately followed the path that led to the Lira's house which was behind the mosque. Reza accidentally asks Jono to wait for him in the car. Because he wants to finish his own business.
Reza stopped right in front of the house that looked almost collapsed. Reza immediately held onto her chest that felt tight. He did not expect, it turns out that his wife had been living in a house that was not worth living in.
Reza's legs felt heavy to step towards the Lira's house which stayed a few more meters in front of him. Long enough Reza stood looking at the Lira's house with a blank look. Then he realized his purpose here.
Reza knocked on the wooden door that had been seen a lot of howls because it was eaten by termites.
tock..tok....
"Assalamu'alaykum."
There was no reply, Reza went back three times. It soon sounded soft from within.
"Yes, Wa'alaykumussalam." The woman opened the door and was surprised to see Reza standing firmly in front of the door.
"Tu-lord?"
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