Brother-in-law Looked at my Aurat

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The hives on my two legs gave off pus and a foul smell, creeping into my calves. Makes my days even more bleak.

Do I have to follow Naya's advice, come to Kak Zian's house to apologize?

This morning, when Naya had left for college, I was wearing a purple robe, with a white rectangular hijab, not forgetting a mask to cover my creepy face. Wearing me while crying, Naya said, with this pain .. I finally closed my aura.

“Pa, Mom ... Fai said he wanted to go to his grandmother Mas Raka's house on the mountain there?” I say goodbye to both my parents.

“To home Zian?” Papa was enthusiastic, Mama too, looking at me from head to toe. Because my appearance has changed.

“I-iya. Fai laterally in the room, saturated. Want to see the sights in the mountains.” I reasoned. Still scratching the itchy part. Also while enduring the pain of purulent wounds.

“Bby, Son. Papa happy if you are excited.” Papa took me into his arms.

“Mama is also happy, Pa. Who knows, after you get home from Zian's house, you'll get well, son.”

“Iya, aamiin. But Fai doesn't care, Fai's body stinks huh, Pa?”

“Ngak kecium kok, if from a distance of one meter,” said Papa.

“If it's close like this kiss huh, Pa? I'm not going to granny's house, it will be a joke if people there smell my body.”

Oh my God, this is my fate now! Sadness and despair returned.

“You're ashamed of Zian?” Papa was teasing me.

“Together everyone, Pa. Fai like a rotten object running ..”

“Don't say that, Son. Yes spirit. Papa and Mama can not go there?”

I shook my head, “Don't, Pa. Let Fai be the same driver. And ... don't tell Naya if I go to Zian's house, she'll lead me.” I said spoiled.

“Iya, Papa won't tell Naya, kok.” Papa stroked my head which was now wrapped in a headscarf.

I took a deep breath before getting into the car. How am I tense, huh?

I, the stubborn, selfish and arrogant Faizara will come to Brother Zian's house to apologize.

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Also in front of Zian's house. The house is spacious, although it is still an old model. The yard is beautiful with planted with fruit trees and flowers that are diverse.

I didn't get out of the car immediately. Breathing in, normalizing heart beat. There is a sense of groggyness, shame, and other mixed feelings in yourself.

I'm down, Mr. Adam my driver's coming down too.

"Accoland ...." I said hello as soon as I got to the door. There is no truth from within. I repeated it three times, then Grandma opened the door.

"Waalaikum salam ...." Grandma looked at my face. "Who, huh?" ask Grandma later. His two eyebrows were clinging to each other, trying to remember maybe because I was wearing a mask and sunglasses.

I opened my glasses and greeted him. "I'm Faizara, Grandma. Wife of the late Mas Raka."

"Oh Allah, Faizara .. sorry, Son. Grandma's eyes are less able to see clearly."

I'm touching Grandma. "Yes, it's okay, I'm the one who's sorry for coming here without telling you first."

"It's okay, son. Come on in, son, sir." Grandma also invited Adam in.

"Yes, Grandma."

We're in, the living room is adem. I sat on a wooden chair. On the table, there was a food. I sat down uneasily, starting to scratch the itchy parts of my body.

Brother Zian didn't come out. Doesn't he want to see me?

"Zian's still in the fields, wait here, yeah. Grandma's gonna go get Zian first. Just now Grandma was getting ready to take this lunch to the fields for Zian." As I guessed my thoughts, Grandma told me that Brother Zian was not home.

"Grandmother, if you want to drop off this lunch, I'll come along, Grandma ...."

"By, Son. We'll have lunch in the fields." Grandma agrees.

My grandmother and I left, Mr. Adam did not come because he was tired of driving. Choose a bed on the couch placed on the terrace.

The weather this afternoon was quite blistering making the hives I suffered more itchy because of the sweat that came out of my body.

"It's over, it's Zian, son." Grandma pointed at Brother Zian who was undressing. His sweat made his chest and back shiny when exposed to the sun.

"Zian, look who's coming" said Grandma as soon as she got near Brother Zian. Brother Zian turned around ....

"Eh, Grandma ...." He greeted Grandma, both eyes squeakingly looking at me. "Fay? You ...? I'm sorry, I don't wear clothes because they're full of sweat."

Brother Zian couldn't hide his surprise. Maybe he can't believe I came here, saw him. He was misbehaved, especially without clothes to make his chest and sixpack stomach clearly visible in front of me.

"Yes, I want to know Brother's house. Naya said, the atmosphere is cold. So I'm curious." I answered while holding my hand so as not to scratch the body which was very itchy. I'm ashamed of Brother Zian.

Brother Zian nodded with a smile, "Iya Fai, it's cool here. And this is how I am every day, Fai. Busy in the fields. O yes, he said you are sick, are you not tired ? The journey here is far away, you are also hot to come to the fields. I'm afraid you're exhausted."

Brother Zian showed his attention to me.

I shook my head, "Not tired, Brother. I'm happy because the air is cool here. My lungs must be happy to be able to get air without pollution."

"Zian, eat first with Nak Faizara." Grandma sitting on the grass. He also asked me to sit down.

Grandma prepared two dishes, opened the bushel of food she brought.

"Oh, come on, Fai. Uh, but Faiza would you like to eat something simple? Got corn rice, the side dish was sober."

"It's okay, brother." I swallowed saliva smelling the aroma of Grandma's cooking.

"Grandma just cook corn rice, spinach leaves. Lauknya tempe, salted fish and cassava parchment. You two eat first. Grandma just eat at home, you'll be with Adam." Grandma said understandingly, then walked away from us, plucking the grass near the corn plant.

"Please, Fai ...."

"Sister, on my two cheeks there was also itching, fearing that Big Brother would be disgusted if I opened the mask." I'm down. Feeling ashamed of my sister-in-law who I often get angry with.

"It's okay. I've heard stories about your pain from Naya, open your mask, please eat. I won't feel disgusted." Brother Zian, why is he so good to me?

I'm nodding. Take a plate, take rice, tempe bacem and lalapan spinach leaves. Not forgetting the connection. I can't wait to eat soon.

Grandma's cuisine - as Naya says - tastes good despite being simple. I love to eat tempe bacem, spinach lalapan the same spicy sauce nampol.

Eat together, face to face with Kak Zian, on the hills. It feels ... peaceful, let alone the breeze. I eat with gourmand.

Quickly fill up on my plate. I added the name. The first time I ate corn. It tastes good too. My hands were moved to take the cassava parchment.

"Fai, are you sure you want to try the cassava pedal?" Next to Brother Zian's eyebrows raised.

"I'd like to try, brother." I bit the cassava parchment and chewed it. Surprisingly, it tastes good. Usually I don't like cassava parchment the most.

Brother Zian chuckled, "Grandma's pedal fits your taste, if my parchment is straight you lepehin."

I was embarrassed, but continued chewing the parchment until it ran out. Here's nasi. The rice ran out again on my plate. What else to do, huh? Eating in the open air like this, my appetite increased many times over.

"Enak ...." Hanya itu komentarku. Melihat Kak Zian tersenyum, sekilas mirip dengan senyumnya Mas Raka.

I washed my hands, and drank tea from the cup Grandma had prepared. My mood melows when I remember my late husband.

"Why did it end, Fai? Don't you want to add any more?"

"Already, Brother. I'm afraid of fat."

Brother Zian laughed. "Don't you go on a diet, but you're looking at Grandma's cooking?"

I'm just smiling. Looking towards the far side, from here the sea is visible, the houses of the people down there also become an interesting view.

My hives started me scratching. Calf, right up to my face.

"Are you okay, Fai?"

"Itching, Brother. O yes, I have to go home before noon .. And I want to talk to Brother." I spoke without looking at Brother Zian. My heart is deg degan.

"Yes, please."

"Sister, I got a lot wrong with Brother. Since Brother sent the letter, innate I want to be angry continue same Brother ...." I took a heavy breath.

"Yes, continues?" Brother Zian is waiting for my words.

"I want to apologize to Brother, Brother Zian wants to, right, forgive me?" I turned my head, I found my sister-in-law's face also looking at me with a gentle look. Adding to his charisma, as a polite, kind, and patient man. I admit it now.

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