After the Rain

Wanna Go Home

While continuing to grumble, Habibah came out of his room. He swung a step towards his mother's house which was only limited to the separation wall. Arriving at his mother's room, Habibah was quite surprised to smell a quite pungent aroma.

"Well, what the hell is this smell?" habibah said, closing his nose.

Khodijah, who was awake, turned his head when Habibah opened the door. He smiled wryly as Habibah grumbled at the smell of a pug in his room. Khodijah wants to pee. However, because his mother did not stay here, Khodijah also found it difficult to go to the bathroom.

"You wet the bed, brother?" habibah asked, rounding his eyes.

Khodijah can only be silent. Shift his eyes because he felt ashamed of Habibah.

"Ih, Brother. Why don't you hold on for a second, brother? Yes at least the dawn ampe come, wait for Bibah to come. If I think this is the way, everybody, it's going to be a hassle. Where is the rainy season again, it is difficult to dry the mattress.

Habibah continued to grumble while opening the sheath Khodijah wore. After that, he went to the bathroom to get clean water. A few minutes later, Habibah returned to the room. His lips were unceasingly blabbering as he continued to clean the wet parts of Khodijah's body. With great difficulty, Habibah shifted Khodijah's body to clean the rest of the pessing fluid on the mattress.

Getting treatment as if sincere from his biological sister, Khodijah's heart seemed to be sliced sembilu. Strict and very painful. Khodijah began to regret his decision to go home and stay at his mother's house. Indeed, Khodijah never thought if his presence in the mother's house, it turned out to be a burden for his sister. Tears melted again on both cheeks of Khadijah.

"Ah, it's finally finished too" Habibah said as she fixed her brother's sarong.

"Te-ri-ma ka-kasih" said Khodijah.

"Yes, but next time don't wet the bed again, brother. Later Bibah asked for money with Aji kang deh, to buy adult diapers," said Habibah.

Khodijah only smiled faintly at the words of his sister.

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Azan dawn began to roar. Ms. Maryam returned to her home and immediately went to the bathroom for ablution. Today, she will again fight to take her husband's heart. It is true, for too long Miss Maryam served Khodijah, so she ignored her obligation to take care of her husband.

Finished ablution, Miss Maryam went to an empty room to fulfill the obligation of prayer. She did not want her movements to wake her husband. Therefore, he chose to pray in the next room.

After the prayer, Maryam went to the kitchen to cook rice. He deliberately did not wake Grandpa Ahmad. Ms. Maryam knew, if every 5 am, her husband always woke up on time to perform dawn prayers.

A few minutes have passed, Miss Maryam is still busy struggling with activities in the kitchen. In addition to cooking rice and also cooking water for drinking water, Miss Maryam also prepares other food ingredients that will be served for breakfast later with her husband.

While he was picking spinach sticks, he saw Grandpa Ahmad enter the kitchen. Perhaps, the old man was about to go to the bathroom for ablution.

"Are you awake, sir?" ask Ms. Maryam.

Grandpa Ahmad only glanced at his wife. A second later, he kept walking. Ahmad's grandfather did not heed his wife's questions at all.

Grandpa Ahmad's heart was still filled with disappointment. Therefore, he ignored his wife's presence in the kitchen.

Miss Maryam could only sigh. There was a pain tucked in the recesses of her heart while getting an indifferent attitude from her husband. Ms. Maryam realized, maybe this is the result that she must accept when she is more concerned with her child than very husband.

Time keeps passing. Without feeling it, the sun had come out of hiding. Mom Maryam was stunned when she thought of her sick child.

Oh my God .. What should I do now? If I ask permission to see Khodijah, will you allow me? inwardly Maryam Ma'am.

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Habibah was preparing warm water to bathe Khodijah. She then asked her husband for help to hold Khodijah and take her to the bathroom.

"Ish, Bah. That's not the muhrim. Yesterday was told to help bathe your sister, anyway," said Bahar.

"Next, Kang's weight. Just nyangga doang, 'kan wear sarong too," said Habibah.

"Please don't do it, Bah" replied Bahar. "God, wiped in the room, yeah. Come on, Akang bring the bucket to the room," continued Bahar.

Without them noticing, Khodijah heard all their conversations from inside the room. The pain was beating his heart. Unknowingly, Khodijah screamed her husband's name in her heart.

Get Seized, Kang. Being colonized is not strong, being colonized cannot be ... Colored wants to go home, lamented Khodijah in his heart.

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"Father, when are we going to see mom at grandma's?" asked Haikal who was having breakfast with his father and brother.

"Tomorrow, Honey. Tomorrow, it's Sunday. Haikal School with Kak Hana off, so tomorrow we can look at the mother at the grandmother's house," replied Aji.

"Yeayy .. tomorrow we'll see you. Yeayy!"

Haikal cheered happily after hearing his father's reply. For a long time she had not met the woman who had given birth to her. The 7-year-old boy, very longing for the warm embrace of a mother.

Aji smiled at the behavior of her youngest child. It is not just her two children who miss her mother. Aji also missed her wife a lot. Although she knew that Khodijah was no longer able to perform her duties as a wife.

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Tonight, one by one relatives of Ms. Salma came to meet the invitation to study. After getting permission from her daughter-in-law, Ms. Salma also held a tasyakuran for Daniar's pregnancy.

"Alhamdulillah, congratulations Bi Salma on the pregnancy of her eldest daughter," said Ms. Salma's niece.

"Yes, thank you Jeng. You too, hopefully quickly given a momongan, yes," replied Miss Salma.

"Aamiinu. Alhamdulillah Bi, actually Ajeng has been late a few weeks. Hmm, hopefully not zonk anymore," replied Ajeng.

"Thank God, hopefully, son. Remember, do not be too tired and do a hard job. Let it not be as it has been," advised Ms. Salma.

"God willing, not Bi. Just ask for a do'a" Ajeng replied.

"Surely, Son. Aunty will always pray for you and also the health of your prospective child" said Ms. Salma. "Come, let's go in. Soon his studies will begin," asked Ms. Salma to Ajeng.

Ajeng and the other invited guests entered the house. Soon, Bu Salma's nephew, who is an ustadz, led the Daniar recitation.

Tasyakuran event held by the family of Ms. Salma runs very solemnly. Many do'a and hopes are poured into the presence of God tonight.

"Alhamdulillah .. aamiin allahumma aamiin," concluded Ustadz Jeni, closing the recitation tonight.