After the Rain

Snippy

Yandri turned his body to the left and to the right. Time has shown midnight. However, he was still unable to close his eyes. The buzzing of the mosquitoes keeps Yandri's hands busy to repel him. Plus, the sound of the night insect was so deafening. His sleepiness was getting harder and harder for him to get. Perhaps, it had been too long for Yandri to leave the atmosphere of his village. Therefore, he felt strange.

Astaghfirullah ..if I knew it would be like this, it would be better if I slept in my house. She said she missed it, but still she slept at her husband's house. Hmm, not wrong either, anyway now the mother has an obligation to follow the husband, inner Yandri.

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Sayup-sayup, I saw early azan began to sound. That means, about an hour later the morning azan reverberates. However, for some reason just before dawn, Yandri's eyes can no longer be conditioned. Until finally, Yandri began to be lulled in his dreams.

Yandri blinked as sunlight gushed in through the window of the room.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim! It was already noon" muttered Yandri who had just woken up.

Half-running, Yandri exits the room and goes to the bathroom to wash up. After that, he went back to his room and began to establish a bad morning prayer. Until the last greeting, Yandri heard his mother's voice screaming in the backyard.

"God ...! Assalamu'alaikum, Bible. Is anyone home?"

Wh-tok-tok!

Miss Maryam kept shouting to call Habibah while knocking on the door strongly.

"Astaghfirullah, Ibu .. ngapain also had to shout," muttered Yandri as he exited the room.

Yandri swung a step towards the kitchen. Arriving there, he immediately opened the kitchen door.

"Ish, Mother .. don't have to shout like that, ashamed to be heard by the neighbors" Yandri said.

"Jerica!" cry Miss Maryam when she sees her son. "Alhamdulillah O Allah .. You finally remember Mother too" cried Maryam.

Yandri just smiled wryly at the words of his mother. Hmm, as we haven't seen in years. Though, yesterday afternoon, I knew that I wanted to stay here, Inner Yandri.

"Yes, Mom. Yandri said, if there is free time, Yandri will come" Yandri said.

"Well, if you don't take the time, you don't have the time to spare." Miss Maryam snorted in annoyance.

Yandri smiled wryly again. "Yes already, Mom. Come inside!" bring him.

The old woman stepped foot through the kitchen door. While holding her son's hand, Miss Maryam entered the living room.

"Sit here, son!" said Miss Maryam as she patted the old sofa she was sitting on, "next to Mom," he continued.

Yandri. He then followed his mother's orders and sat down in the chair indicated by Maryam's mother. For a moment, silence occurred between them.

Miss Maryam could only stare at the face of her son who was always smiling. The longing sparkle was clearly visible in both eyes of Miss Maryam.

"Mother is so grateful, Son .. You've finally returned to Mother" said Miss Maryam.

"Hmm, what the hell is she talking about? I'm Mom's son, of course I'm going home for Mom" Yandri said.

"By the way, son. Can you stay with Mom forever?" ask Miss Maryam.

"I mean Mom?" Yandri asked, astonished.

"Because you've separated from Daniar, so you don't need to work any further. You can move to the old place again, son. Let us always be close" said Miss Maryam.

Yandri. "It can't be like that, Mom. Although Yandri has separated from Daniar, Yandri still has responsibility to Bintang" Yandri replied.

"Yes, you just bring your son here. Move the school where you teach," press Miss Maryam.

"It doesn't have to be that way either, Mom. Yandri will not have the heart to keep the Star away from his mother" Yandri replied.

"Ish, Son .. it will be an excuse so that he can whisk you again" said Ms. Maryam.

"What do you mean, ma'am?" Yandri was increasingly astonished by the direction of his mother's conversation.

"Yes, if you let your child stay with his mother, he will make your child an excuse so that he can control you again. Later, little did he ask for money for the needs of your child," grumbled Miss Maryam looks upset.

"Mother, if indeed Daniar asks for money for the needs of the Star, it is only natural. The star, 'is Yandri's son, '" Yandri said.

"Yes, it's only natural that it's true. If it's just her wits, how about it?" Prejudice Miss Maryam.

"God willing, Mom. Yandri believes that Daniar is not the type of mother who will use her child for personal needs." Yandri tries to defend Daniar.

"Ish, it's dong, Mom. Don't keep on vilifying Daniar. There's no luck. It's just a waste of your energy" Yandri said, trying to calm her emotions. "Again, Yandri's salary there was bigger, ma'am. It is impossible for Yandri to let go," continued Yandri.

"But, son .. the risk is that you should be away from Mom" complained Miss Maryam. 'It's enough Daniar alone that managed to keep you away from Mom. No more work!" rengek Bu Maryam's.

"Oh, Mother .. kok Daniar again," said Yandri while leaning his back.

Suddenly, Yandri was in pain. His back was like a sharp object stuck on the back of a chair.

"Eh, what is this?" muttered Yandri, revealing the cloth covering the back of the chair.

Yandri was quite surprised to see a fairly large nail stuck there.

"No nails, ma'am. Well, it could be this danger," Yandri said.

"Huh, the couch is already ugly, son. Since it was bought by your late father, this sofa has never been repaired." Miss Maryam again grumbled, upset. "You are .. too busy taking care of Daniar. Until you forget that you have to do your own mother's needs." Syndir Bu Maryam.

Ah, why again Daniar, the inner Yandri, looked in wonder at his mother.

"Yes, we will buy a new sofa. Yandri happens to have more sustenance" said Yandri.

"really?" mrs Maryam looks bright.

Yandri.

"Alhamdulillah, Yan .. May your sustenance be further waged Gusti Allah ....

"Aamiin's."

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Yandri's relaxation period is over. Yandri said goodbye to his mother to return to work.

"Don't forget it, son. If next month you have another holiday, you go straight home to Mom, yes," said Maryam when Yandri say goodbye to jihad.

Yandri just smiled. "God willing, Mom. Yandri is busy next month. The problem is the increase in class as well as the acceptance of santri as well," Yandri said.

"Hmm, yes already .. but you won't forget to send me your monthly money, right? ask Miss Maryam.

"No, Ma. Later, as soon as Yandri payday, Yandri will transfer the money with brother Bibah," replied Yandri.

"Don't go to Habibah, son. You transfer to Yoga only, let me take it," said Miss Maryam.

"Alright, it's up to Mom," replied Yandri, relented.

Maryam could only smile broadly. He thought, he had already started to be able to control Yandri back.

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Day after day goes on. Mom Maryam's attitude began to change. As usual, Miss Maryam began to whine for something from Yandri. Starting from pocket money, medical money, to buy clothing.

Almost every day of the week, Miss Maryam goes to school. Good change, indeed. However, if his intention is just to show off his new robe outfit. I don't know ....

Not only wanted to be praised, but the new nature inherent in the old woman was increasingly visible.

Miss Maryam is starting to look haughty. Never want to help family or neighbors again for tandur also rice harvest.

"I've become a rich man. How does the story go if you have to go down to the rice field. Huh, not level!" snort Miss Maryam.

Mak Ijah, his mother Puri the other is made by Bu Maryam, can only smile faintly at the reply of Miss Maryam.

"Then I go home first, Ceu. Sorry for interrupting the time." Pamit Mak Ijah's.

"Hm." Miss Maryam just mendeham.

"Kok, now you become arrogant so yes, Mak," said Puri.

"Maclum, Tea. Such is the nature of humans if it is the glare of treasure.