At Dusk in a Small Town

Episode 79 I'm Silent for You

I was intentionally silent.

Not to ignore those who ask about you.

Shut up for my love.

Not willing soulmate must go home before successfully achieve the ideals.

No longer want the trust of the father who hopes Anajib to win the master's degree betrayed.

"How are you doing, sir?"

This evening I invited my father to return.

The whispers of Dhea's heart in silence in a speeding car brought her back to her childhood memories with the person who likes to jail and most like to splash the abi wudhu water in her face which has now become the abi of the angel his little.

It might have been the lifeline of Dhea Anatasya.

By ustad exiled away from Anajib.

And now he himself brought Dhea home to this noble family.

Did not feel the car had been driving for seven hours.For a few moments stop for rest and prayer.Typically the journey is taken eight hours, because the journey smoothly then taken only seven hours.

Right at one in the morning the red car pulled over in front of the joglo-style house.

Mr. Soleh came down and opened the car door for him and Dheapun immediately went down while holding the tiny baby.

He walked with his wife and Dhea behind him.

"Let's go in. Dhe.."

The wife's orders to Dhea.

Since the night is late.

Dhea was immediately brought into the room.

Dhea's heart shook the walls of the room was decorated with calligraphy and there was attached potho the person she desperately longed for.

That handsome face seemed to be smiling.

"From now on you and your son sleep in this room!"

Said the wife of the ustad to Dhea.

"Good ma'am, thank you."

Dhea answered while stepping shut the door.

Now Dhea and Syifa live the tiny baby looks sound in his sleep.

Slowly Dhea lowered her child from her sling and she put him to bed on his mother's bed.

"Syifa dear healthy always yes son, now Syifa stay at home eyang."

Whisper Dhea slowly to her son.

And now he's asleep next to his son.

In a different room the ustad looks tangled with a thousand questions that he has not found the answer.

"Dhea who's the father of your baby?"

He seemed to be speaking next to his wife.

"Here you are, sir, take a break!"

"I'm God tomorrow I'll persuade Dhea to be honest with you."

Said the wife of Mr. Ustad to calm the heart of her husband.

Just now those eyes were gone.

Oau oau oau.

Syifa's cry broke the silence of the house.

Dhea immediately got up and checked the syifa diaper.

Then put to bed again by giving ASI.

Dhea calmed her son by talking.

"Bobo, baby."

"Syifa miss abi ya."

Dhea said while stroking her little child's body.

Dhea's slow chatter was heard from behind the door of her room.

The ustad and his wife who were trying to help Dhea calm her baby down were unable to knock on her bedroom door.

"It looks like Dhea is used to it sir, it's evident that the baby is silent at once whispered the wife."

Then the two went back to the room to rest.

Shortly before dawn.

The voice of the Adhan calls to all the souls of the faithful.

And Mr. Ustad went to congregate in the mosque.

Dhea even though he has not prayed because he is still in his puerperium he still woke up.

But he was confused not knowing what to do. Now he decided to wash but waited for the old mother to come out of his room.

"I'm confused as to what to do?"

Dhea continued to speak while staring at the potho handsome face that was smiling attached

walled.

Dhea did not realize all his words were always listened to by the mother.

"Who are you talking to?"

Ask Anajib's mother from behind the door.

And the mother asked permission to enter.

Now he sat on the bed staring at the beautiful baby.

"Your son is beautiful Dhe, his name is also good.:

He said he praised the little baby who was none other than his own grandson.

"I'm sorry Dhea ma'am, I can't be honest for now."

Whisper Dhea while tidying up the room.

"Who's your husband?"

"Why did he leave you and your son?"

Question after question he always asked.

But as much as possible Dhea dodged and chose silence.

"Yes, if you don't want to tell a story, you won't force it."

"Mom only mo know what your husband's name is?"

At the moment it is like forcing.

"Emmmm, it's called. mas bojoo bu."

Dhea answered as long as she had a new title for her husband.

"Mas bojoo..?"

Funny name, he said and before it passed

tell "Dhe if mo shower or wash please.

"Good ma'am thank you."

Answer Dhea relieved.

I'm sorry, I forced you to say your name is mas bojo.

again Dhea spoke with the potho.

"Please if I could just want to turn the clock on so the days would soon pass."

It feels like this longing is really tore my patience, playing with my heart and feelings.

"They're here I've always been faithful waiting for you."

Dhea's whisper comforted her soul who had always longed for her soulmate.

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