CIRCUMCISION

Sundirahs

Sipping the milk that Dirah gave, Dirah gently stroked Teguh thin hair, and looked at the eyes of his tiny baby, who refused to open even just blink. Her faint smile adorned the face of the ayu.

"Nuk.... A mother's feelings, which often go up and down because of emotions, can also affect the milk, and the baby will be more fussy." Karmilah.

"What's wrong, talk to mom. What's on your mind, tell me. Maybe I can help you, ndhuk."

"Preparation of your marriage with Mahendra, we will soon start ndhuk, after the strapping is firm we will kirab to the house mbok Paini, and at the same time visit Lastri and Jito." Long Karmilah spoke, trying to dismantle the problem that had been in Sundirah's mind these days.

"Yes Ma.... Thank you for all the support, and the love of my mother that I've been feeling." He also escaped the tears that he had been enduring.

"Never be sad again, Focus on the development of Steadfastness, and your health alone." Karmilah in fact is very attentive and wholehearted affection towards Sundirah and Suwarti.

Firmly sleeping in Sundirah's lap, Karmilah again held Teguh and put to sleep in a baby swing.

Mahendra came back from the copra warehouse and got together, sat with Dirah, told stories and joked together.

What happiness should they deny, their full blessing and support.

"Dek... soon is the sidelines of his day Teguh thole. We're gonna head over to Paini's mbok, and we're gonna hang out with Jito. Sampean can exchange stories with Sulastri." Mahendra spoke while leaning his head on Sundirah's shoulders.

Mahendra's spoiled attitude and concern for Dirah, never changed in the slightest. Patience is always beautiful in the end.

"Mas... Until when is your love for me? when I am old, and my body is as sick as it is today, will my love remain as we first met...?" Sundirah's question suddenly flowed just like that.

"Until my eyes are closed forever, and my life is free of my body. I'll never stop loving you, why deck...?" Mahendra felt strange about Sundirah's question.

"Nyowo's singing, Garwo... You're half my life, Dirah."

"I think Garwo is understanding each other. The person whose arrival becomes medicine for every wound, wound in the heart, wound of the mind, wound of the soul, to bodily wound. Garwo is a person who will never turn into what he does not like. The person who will make him willing to do anything as long as he can give a smile to a loved one. Garwo is a person who if he is far away from him, then he chest will feel pain, tight to hold back the feeling of longing."

Sundirah smiled, and buried his head in the warm of Mahendra's chest.

"Mas tau! sometimes we miss the figure of mother and father on our side, at this time. We will not forget all that befell our journey of love, Dirah."

"You are the most important part of the Atmosiman family, after Teguh and his sisters, we will guide our children together."

"Darling... I love you and we'll age together." Mahendra further tightened his embrace of Sundirah.

Sundirah replied with a kiss on Mahendra's forehead.

"Thank you, I feel so strong to be by your side."

The breeze brought Mahendra in a sense to close the eyes of Sundirah's embrace, further pushing a lena. The caress of Sundirah's delicate hand, it was hard to resist Mahendra's eyes from knitting dreams in the cradle.

Sundirah's smile bloomed sweetly when he heard Mahendra's subtle snoring in his lap.

Memories of the times when knitting romance with Mahendra crossed his mind.

Sundirah pov

I didn't expect my first look at the older man of those few years, to bring such a hard blow to me. Until I was in the middle of this family, everything was like a dream.

His black eyes, his jawline that depicts that he is a responsible man. Made me fall for a wishful thing

ahhh...!

The chest of the field, how wonderful it would be if I were in his arms.

My world feels full of dreams of my togetherness with her, I did not expect and without my pain, mas Hendra turned out to have a taste that is not much different from the contents of my heart.

Every morning, I take my feet to walk past, the path to the house of Ndoro Atmosiman with cheerful singing, running small, hoping to arrive at the big house soon.

My job is to do laundry, and clean the main house. It is the most profitable task for me.

Every time Hendra stole time from Ndoro Siman just to talk, Hendra always followed in my footsteps, in which room I should clean.

"Sundirah... if we get married do you want...?" Returned the words of Mahendra

"Sundirah.I will take you to my father and mother, I love you."

Ahhh.. I blushed in disbelief, where maybe the ashes of Upik like me love and be with a prince like Hendra mas.

Just a dream, right...?

"I'm just a poor Den, later there will be ndoro Siman must be ashamed, have a daughter-in-law like me, I do not deserve den Hendra "I replied, but really...! I won't refuse if it really happens.

Whenever there was a chance, Hendra always took me, to the copra warehouse, or to look around the coconut fields.

My days are over, and I forget who I really am. I even dared to lie to my father.

My eyes were already covered with love, and luck was on my side.

Hendra also returned my love. And that further boosted my courage, for I was sure that my love did not clap one hand.

On average at that time most girls on pingit, but it does not apply to me, I am only the son of a coconut picker, not a rich person like them who should be in a match, with those who are both privileged and domiciled.

I forgot, I forgot who I am. My eyes are covered with Love, all just beauty in my mind.

Until one day, accidentally unbeknownst to my father, I did not go to work at the house of Ndoro Siman.

I love to mix romance with mas Hendra, I tepis fear that. All because of my love for her.

"Sundirah, I want to kiss your sweet lips." Hendra gave me the touch I had ever felt.

"Oh. sick den..." My son understood pain and fear.

My hands and his hands are intertwined, on the basis of loving each other, and wanting to have each other.

Between fear and desire churns in one sense. I was washed away, and I was lulled.

That burly hand, encased my little body, the crib*****, and a warm whisper in my ear. My blood rippled, bursting in the sigh of desire.

"I'm sorry I love you Dirah, we'll be with this an oath, and not a promise."

"Den.. pain den...!" My whisper, my tears are breaking.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Is this really what pleasure feels like in the pain..?

I forget who I am, what my fate will be, my honor as a woman should be, I hold dear is lost, with lust.

Gubug it as his witness, this is true love, is this a beginning of sacrifice. Regret me...?

Regret whether it still applies to my stupidity.

"Remove your tears Dirah, you are mine now and forever."

Only a roaring cry Yanga was able to give me as the answer.

The stain had been imprinted on, and impossible to erase, time was also impossible to turn back.

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“Garwo” is often understood to be short for the word “sigaraning nyawo” aka “life section” or “soulage”. Behind the designation is a meaning that the wife is “sigaraning life” or “sibi” soulmate for the husband.

Mak's.... Who asked for a story before Sundirah hamidun 🤭

This... I've been responsible and I'm responsible Yes Mak 🤣😂, we go to the next chapter yuk.

😘😘😘 keep healthy yes Mak 😘