AISYAH LOVE VERSE

Last Night

After dinner, I helped Mbok Minah do the dishes.

"No need Non, let Mbok Well only later wash the dishes." Said Mbok Minah while wiping the dining table with napkin.

"Let's go Mbok.... Later, in Jakarta, Aisyah also has to do everything herself. Cook, wash dishes, wash clothes, everything yourself." Mother who was brewing jasmine tea chimed in Mbok Minah's speech.

After making the tea, the mother took her cup of tea to the living room.

I continued my work washing dishes. When I finished, I took off the apron. Then follow mom to the middle room.

In the living room, I was seen relaxing sitting on the sofa, next to him, my mother was busy watching TV by slipping her legs. Mas Mirza is busy with his gadgets.

"Huh! Foolish woman, it is clear in selingkuhi repeatedly kog ya still survive. Wong was just dating, staying decided it should be. I don't think there's another man !" Mom sounded grumbling.

Before long, from the TV was heard the soundtrack of the song Rossa "Ku crying, imagining, imagining,... How cruel you are,...."

"Watch what the hell Mom? Kog's angry at himself." I turned to the TV to see what movie my mom was watching.

"Oh my God, ma'am,... Sinetron kayak is what I watched. Nothing in the story makes sense. Ha ha ha,..." I laughed at my mother after knowing what upset her so much that she was angry just now. Especially if it is not the most mehek-mehek soap operas from the TV station with the logo of the flying fish. I don't know why, mom really likes watching soap operas on the TV station. In fact, every time they watch, they can be sure to mess with themselves because of the storyline. But yes, it is still on the watch.

"Oalaaah, that,... Pantesan does not want to disconnect his girlfriend and still ask to marry. Wong she's pregnant first! Stupid girl." Mom still nags herself, then she grabs the TV remote and changes her channel. Maybe you're upset yourself. I laugh more and more looking at my mother like that.

"That's look Ayesha, look.... So the woman must take care of herself. Do not take the seduction of men. Because the woman, like a mirror, once broken will be smashed into pieces, and can't possibly be whole again." Mother said to me.

"Yes, yes, ma'am. Aisyah. Aisha will take care of herself." I said while hugging my mother's waist.

"You'll be in Jakarta alone. No father or mother can take care of you. There is no mas you either. Take care of your company, especially men. Don't date!" Said mommy advising me. Looks like mom got carried away with emotions because of the story in the soap opera.

"Yes Ma'am, anyone who wants to date. Aisyah to Jakarta for college, not to find a boyfriend. Dating is also a sin, Mom. Aisha knows."

"Yes, just say that Asiyah wants to go out with Mom, get married immediately." Kelakar Mas Mirza's. It turned out that he was secretly listening to my conversation with my mother.

"Huh,..! What the hell mas !" I threw a small sofa cushion towards Mas Mirza, and it hit his eel.

"Lha is it really? If you later in Jakarta have a boyfriend, you just say so, let all of you marry. It's like Winda, calm down now. Willa's been there guard, the lecture also continues." Mirza continued to express his opinion.

"Wouldn't! I don't want a wedding. Mirza Aja who married first. I'm gonna go to college until I'm done, keep looking for work. After that, I just got married." My words are self-defense.

"But your mas has a point too Aisyah. If you already have a husband, will you calm down, because there is already your understanding. Someone's been looking after you." The father who had been silent and was a spectator, finally chimed in.

"So you want to mate with me?? Like that Winda?" I said with a sharp look towards my father. I was worried that my father would change his mind now, even though he had said that he would never match me or Mas Mirza.

"Loh, who said they wanted to match you Nduk ?? I mean, suppose later in Jakarta there is a man who likes you, and you also like him. Tell him to meet dad. Dad didn't vote. The important thing is Islam, the religion is good, the morality is good, that's enough for my father." Say it with a serious tone.

"That, listen to your father's words, I agree too. Young marriage is good. Mother used to marry young, too" said the mother, then she sipped her cup of tea. "Jasmine tea is really good." Said later.

"Yes Mom...." I answered slowly.

From the direction of the kitchen, Mbok Minah looks to walk while carrying a tray with both hands.

"This is Ndoro Tuan's coffee." Mbok Minah said, then he crouched down and put a cup of coffee on a small table near Dad.

"Yes, yeah,. Mbok, suwon's mature." I immediately sipped his coffee.

"Inggeh Ndoro Tuan,." Mbok Minah.

Mbok Minah is a little funny, calling father Ndoro Tuan. Ndoro means master. In the past, said the mother, when he first came to our house, Mbok Minah called his father as Kanjeng Raden. But my father forbade him, and told Mbok Minah to call him father only. But Mbok Minah felt awkward, and finally he called his father Ndoro Tuan. If you call mom anyway, it's still mom, just like me.

Mbok Minah walked over to mother, bowing she asked in a slow voice.

"Mother, it's the provision of Non Aisyah who in the kitchen want in the container to use what?" He asks.

What Mbok Minah means is my food from home, to take tomorrow to Jakarta. Mbok Minah does make me fried sambal, peyek crackers, and various snacks such as pastries and emping. There is also a typical Jogja bakpia pathok cake, but it was the mother who told her to buy it at the market. Said mom, for souvenirs from a boarding friend later in Jakarta.

"Wadahin just use travel bag mbok, travel bag is in the warehouse. That's brown." Answer mother.

"Trepel defender ? I'm opo ma'am ? What does it look like?" Mbok Minah looks confused. I don't know what a travel bag is.

"Oh Allah Mbok, that's a brown bag in the barn. The bag on the tote, the one in the tent uses this hand." Say mother while practicing tote the bag with her hands.

"Mbok Well...Mbok Nah.travel bag kog ya mistaken for bus travel." Mom said with a laugh.

"Your stuff is ready

all Aishy?" My mother asked me back.

"Already Ma.... My suitcase is ready." My answer.

"Yes slept there fast. Tomorrow you have to leave early. You'll take you to the station." Mother told me to go to sleep immediately.

"Yes Mom, I'm going into the room right now." I stood up and walked towards my room.

I closed the door, then went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth and ablution.

Then I change clothes, put on my sleeping pajamas.

I turn off the room lights, and turn on the sleeping lights. My sleeping lamp is a birthday present from Mas Mirza. A sleep lamp with a light shaped small yellow stars that highlight the ceiling of the room.

I lay my body on my soft bed. I read a remembrance and a sleep prayer, then closed my eyes trying to sleep. But for some reason, it feels like my eyes are reluctant to shut, and drowsiness does not come.

I opened my eyes again and looked at the ceiling. The little stars of my sleeping lights glow, as if they were transformed into real stars. I imagined above me the sky, and I slept under the stars.

I changed my sleeping position. I tilted my body to the right, hugging my favorite roll.

Ah, why does it feel so restless,..

Is it because I'm leaving for Jakarta tomorrow?

Tonight, my last night was sleeping in my beloved room,...

My eyes seem really hard to shut. I don't remember, I don't know until what time, and then I just fell asleep.

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