After the Rain

New Cars

"Where, Bin. Does Bibin want to take the exam? If Bibin passes, Bibin can go straight up. Not that Bibin wants to go to school in a favorite Junior High, huh?" talk Daniar to his son.

"Al-Furqon, Bun?" according to the stars, both eyes look sparkling.

Daniar nodded his head.

"Bun, can Bibin call me? Bibin wants to ask father's opinion first," Pinta Bintang.

"Of course you can, son," replied Daniar smiling. "You took Mother's phone in the room, gih. That Abis, you call dad."

Stars nodded. The eleven-year-old immediately ran to the room to pick up the phone. Shortly thereafter, the Star returned to the living room.

"Mother is calling!" the Star said as she reached out her hand about to hand over Daniar's phone.

"Build the phone, son," replied Daniar.

Daniar always feels awkward when dealing with Yandri. Even if only by phone.

The stars are again. He then fiddled with his mother's phone to contact her father.

Shortly thereafter, the phone was connected. Yandri's face filled the screen of Daniar's phone. A face filled with whiskers, a sideburn and a thin beard. It is very different from the face of Yandri when he became Daniar's husband.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Father!" sapa Star.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, son," replied Yandri. "What's up, you're healthy?" continued.

"Thank God, Bibin's healthy, Dad. How's your own dad? Healthy? It looks so skinny. Then what is it, Dad? Now Daddy keeps the beard with a mustache? Ih, ugly ah. Bibin amused to see it, hehehe ..." star cerocos while chuckling.

Across the phone, Yandri just smiled looking at his daughter's expression.

"Yes, Son. I haven't had time to shave my beard with my mustache" Yandri said.

"Hmm, Bibin knows you're busy, but you have to take care of yourself, too. He said he wanted to take Mother's heart again. Hmm, if Daddy's face is so chaotic, how would Mommy want to fall in love again with Daddy," ledek Bintang.

"Eh, how come you bring Mother!" daniar, pursed his lips.

"That's your mother's voice huh, Bin?" asked Yandri whose heart was flowery hearing the soft voice of his ex-wife.

"Yes, Dad" replied the Star.

"Emmh, Bin .. can you please screen with your Mother," pinta Yandri, slowly.

"Why, Daddy miss you?" god Star. "No need to highlight, Dad just said. Huh!"

With ignorance, Bintang shows the face of his mother who is still fun to observe the laptop screen.

The sudden attitude of the Star, makes Daniar unable to evade. For a while, the lovers who were forced to separate could only look at each other without speaking a word.

One second

Two seconds

Three seconds

Until the fifth second

"Bun!"

"Kang!"

They call each other. Being both shocked, they could only throw a smile.

"How are you, Bun?" ask Yandri.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy. Alone herself?" And let's ask back.

"Alhamdulillah, healthy too. It's been a long time, we haven't seen you" said Yandri.

"Hmm, yes Kang," said the clumsy Daniar.

"I'm sorry, I haven't gotten around to bibin playing. Again busy working on the thesis," continued Yandri.

"Yes, Kang. Its alright. Oh yes, Niar again for RPP. I'm talking again with the stars, yes, it's said there's something to discuss with the same star Akang," said Daniar, covering up his awkwardness.

"Yes, can Bun," replied Yandri.

Daniar returned his phone to the stars.

"Hello, Son. What kind of discussion do you want with Dad?" ask Yandri.

"Bibin, 'will take the acceleration class, Dad, '" said Bintang.

"really?" yandri asked, amazed.

"Hem-eh, but yesterday Bibin was sick for two months, bi–"

"You're sick, son. How come Mommy doesn't ngabarin Daddy?" Yandri was shocked to hear that his son was sick.

"Sorry, Dad. But Bibin is healthy. So I don't have to worry anymore" replied the Star.

"Ish, Dek ..." continued Yandri.

"Seriously Well. Bibin is fine" the star replied, trying to convince his father.

"Yes already, after Dad's thesis guidance is completed, Dad will apply for a sabbatical. Let's play as much as possible later" continued Yandri.

"Oh yeah, what did Bibin want to discuss?" ask Yandri again.

"Gini, Dad. Bibin was offered to take the same exam as Bibin's homeroom teacher. If Bibin graduates with the best grades, Bibin can enter a favorite school. What do you think Dad?" ask the star for his father's opinion.

"Have you been able to do daily repetitions?" Yandri asked back.

"Alhamdulillah, can be Well," replied the Star.

"Yes, just follow me, son. After all, if you do not get away with it, you will not be said not to go to class as well. Because in truth, it's your upperclassman's test" replied Yandri.

"Hehehe, yes, too, Dad. Yes already, tomorrow Bibin will answer come, same mother Etty," said the Star.

"Yes. Keep the spirit son. Good luck, do'a Dad is always with you," said Yandri, giving motivation to his son.

"okay, Dad. Thanks though. Then, Bibin hang up the phone first. Assalamu'alaikum!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam."

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Miss Maryam leaned back while hugging the pillow. Habibah's sentence about the matchmaking this morning, echoes clearly in his ears.

"If you want a rich daughter-in-law, you have to be rich first. If you want a ghost who owns a car, you have to have a car first!"

The sentence continued to ring in both ears of Maryam. Making the old woman restless and unable to close her eyes, although the time indicator stopped at 11 pm.

Ish, do I call Yandri tomorrow? But, Yandri always said that he was busy. He's going to school again, Maryam's inner mother.

"Argh! Just make it dizzy!" sniffed Miss Maryam, upset.

Because he was unable to close his eyes until the early morning, Miss Maryam finally woke up late.

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Wh-tok-tok!

"Who?" asked Miss Maryam who was busy wearing her veil.

"This is Bibah, Mom. Bibah just want to say, if outside there is a mother's salary," said Habibah from behind the door.

"Yes, tell me to wait a minute, Bah. I'll wear a veil first" Miss Maryam replied.

After finishing with the style of the hood, which according to the current Miss Maryam, finally Miss Maryam out of the room.

"Where's her mom's friend, Bah?" ask Miss Maryam to Habibah.

"That!" Habibah's chin pointed at a white sedan parked in front of the house.

Miss Maryam was aghast. Struggling he approached the car. Arriving at the yard, Ms. Saidah got out of her car.

"Well, Miss Saidah has a car, anyway!" exclaim Miss Maryam.

"Yes, Mom. Last night, my son was sent to work in Malaysia. He said to me when traveling to teach," replied Ms. Saidah proudly.

"Hmm, so do not have to ride the ojek again dong," said Miss Maryam.

"Yes .. ride the ojek, it's hot. Not to mention if it rains, so can not pay. If it is so, disturbed, 'will our worship," said Bu Saidah.

"Hmm, really yes, Mom, too" said Miss Maryam.

"Yes already, come in yuk ma'am. The lecture hunt began," asked Bu Saidah while opening the back door of his car.

Along the way, Miss Maryam was silent. It seems like he is thinking of something. Occasionally a smile appeared on his face.

"Mother Mary why, how come you smile?" tanya Bu Saidah was astonished.

"Ah, no ma'am. I'm just imagining it, it's delicious Mom, so Miss Saidah. His son works abroad, can send a car for all the needs of his parents," replied Miss Maryam.

"Hmm, why don't you ask the same mother's children. I heard Nauval's efforts have advanced. Even he already has a gedong house in his wife's village," said Bu Saidah.

Maryam smiled wryly. Huh, it could rain seven days and seven nights if Nauval bought him a car. It took a miracle to give courage to the heart of Nauval who was afraid of his wife.

"Ah, where would Nauval buy me this fancy, ma'am. Can his wife throw him out later," snorted Miss Maryam.

Saidah smiled faintly. "That's if having a ghost is more powerful than your own mother. Yes it will be like that," said Bu Saidah.

"It's okay, Mom. I know what I have to do so I can have a new car" Ms. Maryam said.

"I mean Mom?" ask Saidah, astonished.

However, Ms. Maryam did not answer her ngaji friend's question. Only a mysterious smile lay on both corners of his lips.

"Hmm, I'm sure he won't refuse my request" muttered Miss Maryam who could still be heard by Ms. Saidah.

"Who is he, Mom?" ask Bu Saidah.

"Eh, eng-don't, Mom. It's nobody" said Miss Maryam, nervous.

Ah, I don't know what's going through the old woman's mind.