After the Rain

Habibah Plan

Siska runs her bike slowly. His heart and mind were empty. Especially after hearing Miss Maryam's proposal to Enna. Jeez ... really lucky the widow, Inner Siska sighed.

"Eh, look out for Sis!" shouted Habibah who suddenly saw an angkot stop in front of the Siska motorbike.

Ciii!

Fortunately Siska immediately regained consciousness and immediately pulled the brake to sound.

"Oh my God .. barely," murmured Siska as he lowered his legs to hold the motor so as not to fall.

"Don't you, pull over first, yuk! We're looking for a drink, you must be surprised, right?" habibah said while descending from the bonds.

Siska nodded. He also came down and pushed the two-wheeled vehicle to pull over.

Arriving at a roadside stall, Siska parked her motorbike. He then sat on a bench reserved for visitors. A moment later, Siska received a bottle of mineral water from Habibah's hands.

"Thank you, sister," said Siska.

"Hmm, equally," replied Habibah.

Both women drank their own bottles.

"What are you daydreaming about, Sis? How not to focus that," asked Habibah, a little annoyed.

"Sorry, sister," replied Siska.

"Ish, it must be because of the mother's talk to the widow, huh?" guess Habibah.

Siska just lowered her face.

"Oh yeah, Sis. Don't be too thoughtful. Let's figure out a way to foil Mom's plan. Importantly, you first focus on the idea to take his heart mother," said Habibah.

"Yes, brother," replied Siska, briefly.

"Yes, abisin the drink .. We're gone. Do not let the same mother and sister's husband know that Brother is crawling when they are not at home," continued Habibah.

Siska doesn't talk much. He just nodded his head and immediately got up from that long stool.

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All the way home, Miss Maryam grumbled. He is furious at feeling lied to by the woman he always thought was perfect.

Said the polite Enna, her friendly attitude, always carrying hands if visiting, and the appearance of a polite Enna. Makes her the dream daughter-in-law of the in-laws.

However, in an instant the view of perfection disappeared. Now, for Miss Maryam ... Enna is nothing more than another sweet-mouthed woman in the mouth, another in the heart.

"If you already have a partner, he should be able to say, on the phone yesterday. You know, I wouldn't spend money to go to that fancy restaurant. Just wasting!" groused Miss Maryam.

For a moment, Miss Maryam took a pretty long breath.

"Basic women don't know themselves. Huh, it's worth it that he's widowed twice. Apparently, her behavior is itchy like that. Just want to be kissed by a man in a public place" murmured Miss Maryam.

"They're not wrong, ma'am. They are an engaged couple" Bahar said.

"Shut up! No one is asking for your opinion. Understand!" ma'am Maryam's snapping is getting furious.

Bahar was silent. Teasing her upset mother-in-law, it was the same as waking up a sleeping lion.

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"Where's the test, honey," asked Yandri at the other end of the phone.

"Alhamdulillah, smoothly Well," replied the Star.

"Alhamdulillah. Two weeks later I'm home. Where's the bibin going? Let me prepare the cost from now on" asked Yandri who had not come home for a long time.

"Is Dad's thesis done?" Instead of answering, Bintang asked his father's duty.

"Kok even nanyain Dad's thesis, what does it have to do with our Q-time son?" ask Yandri wonder.

"There's no one. Bibin was just afraid to interfere with Dad's duties" replied the Star.

"Hehehe, don't worry, son. Thank God your thesis is complete" replied Yandri.

"Alhamdulillah. Congratulations, Father" said the star.

"Thank you, son. Yeah, where are you going to play?" Yandri asked again.

"Emh, Dad .. can we go to the mall?" great-great Star.

"Yes, Dad. Soon Bibin will be in Junior High. Bibin wants to buy new school equipment for school purposes in Junior High" replied Bintang.

"Of course you can, son. Yes, later when Dad comes home, we go to the mall," promised Yandri.

"Yeayyy .. Thanks Dad," exclaimed the Star so happily.

"Together, son," concluded Yandri.

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Meanwhile. Miss Maryam still looks upset when she gets home. His swearing never stopped from the mouth of Miss Maryam who was advancing a few inches. Still with a feeling of arrogance, Miss Maryam opened the door violently.

Brak!

Habibah who had just sat in her sewing chair, was shocked. He stood up again and swung a step towards his mother's house. Arriving at the house of Miss Maryam, Habibah was surprised to see the sour face of the mother.

"Mom's home yet?" ask Habibah to talk.

"If you're sitting here, it means you're home. Blind you?!" ketus Miss Maryam.

Habibah was very surprised to hear the answer to his mother. For a moment, she looked at her newly-entered husband. However, Bahar did not say anything. He even glared at the door between his home-in-law and Habibah's house.

"Mom why the hell, Bibah, it's just nanya," Habibah's great-grandson. "By the way, what was the meeting with Enna, Mom? Is he okay. Hmm, how is he doing right now? Bibah has not seen Enna for a long time," continued Habibah tried to provoke the conversation.

Honestly, Habibah was curious about the answer Enna gave her mother. Earlier, out of pity for Siska, Habibah decided to go home without hearing Enna's answer to her mother's proposal.

"Don't talk about that despicable woman again! I don't want her name mentioned in this house. Knows you!" snarled Miss Maryam.

A moment later, Miss Maryam got off the couch. He also took his steps towards the room. Again, Miss Maryam pulled the door rough. He even closed the door by slamming it. Made Habibah aghast.

Astaghfirullah ..why do you go home angry. And that was .. she called Enna a despicable woman. Ish, what really happened earlier, the inner Habibah scratched his non-itchy head.

Because I was curious. Habibah went back to his house. She wanted to see her husband immediately to ask what happened at the meeting between Miss Maryam and Enna.

"Oh, so that's the story, Kang," Habibah said as she learned the reason behind her mother's frustration.

"Yes, Bah. It's mom's fault, too. I should have talked first. Ask how he is doing? If you can, investigate his life. Don't just sujug ngelamar. Disappointed, 'will be, '" continued Bahar.

"That's how mom is, Kang. Always be dembrono and never think long" Habibah said.

"Yes already, Bah. I'm so sick, I'm gonna take a shower first."

Habibah. After her husband left, Habibah immediately called Siska. He could not wait to tell his friend the good news

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In Siska's room.

The hijab-wearing woman immediately put her phone on the dresser. Really, his heart was being filled with flowers blooming right now. The news he had just heard from Habibah, had brought a new spirit in his life.

"alright. I won't waste this opportunity" murmured Siska.

Next day.

As planned before. Siska was getting ready to go somewhere that Habibah said yesterday afternoon. The plan, today they will make a play that seems to meet accidentally. Habibah said he would take his mother to the mother market to buy fruits.

After she finished wearing her best clothes, Siska immediately pulled out the car that belonged to her adoptive father. Since childhood, Siska was adopted by her maternal sister, who was none other than her own uncle.

Siska glanced at her watch. "Hmm, it's time," murmured Siska.

A moment later, Siska launched her vehicle. Arriving at a fruit stall that Habibah told him over the phone, Siska circulated his gaze. However, the whereabouts of Miss Maryam and Habibah have not been seen. Responsibility approached the stall, finally Siska chose fresh fruits to make fruit parcels.

"How many apples are there, Bang?" said a person whose voice Siska recognized.

A faint smile fell on Siska's lips. Hmm, it's time for action, Siska murmured inwardly.

The tip of Siska's eyes caught the shadow of Habibah and Miss Maryam. Slowly, Siska walked up to Miss Maryam. Then, he pretended to nudge Miss Maryam until the basket of apples that was being held by Miss Maryam fell.

"Gee!" shouted Miss Maryam.

"Oh, I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't mean it" Siska said, pretending not to recognize Ms. Maryam.

A moment later, Siska crouched down, she picked up the scattered apples to put them back in place.

Both eyes of Miss Maryam perfectly round saw something glittering on the ring finger of the woman who was picking up her apple. As if hypnotized by the light, Maryam's eyes never separated from the object.

"Diamond."