
Sarmi, who was eating while enjoying her lunch, coughed because her neck felt very itchy.
"What's wrong with you, son? Therefore, eating it must be careful." said Sarmi's mother remember right.
"Sarmi ate it slowly and carefully, ma'am. Sarmi coughs because Sarmi's throat is very itchy Mother, not because of a sprain of food, Mom." said Sarmi defended himself while still coughing.
"Drink first, drink warm water so that the itch is gone," said the mother taught. Sarmi also drank warm water a full glass, and it is true that the itching in his esophagus has reduced.
"Maybe someone misses you and talks about you, so your throat is very itchy" the mother explained.
"Maybe ma'am, it's been almost three months since Halim's departure, maybe he missed me." said Sarmi trying to convince himself.
It didn't feel like time was going so fast that I didn't realize it was almost three months ago that Halim, my husband wasn't by my side. I miss you Halim, don't you miss me who's here? How are you doing now, Mom?
inner Sarmi while continuing to eat his food until it runs out.
Sarmi who lives a good life even without Halim by her side, she is constantly being kicked out by her neighbor's garden and also a neighbor's house who happens to cross paths on the street.
They are not ceaselessly talking about Nanda's household which was destroyed because her husband wandered in the city A, especially Halim and Ikhsan siblings.
But Sarmi was already immune to her ears with those things, she just smiled in response to their remarks and prayed for protection for her husband who was far away there.
Just like Sarmi, Syakila is also a gossip by his friends, even Syakila in the title of an orphan now.
At first Syakila was disturbed by it, but her best friend always gave advice to Syakila and strengthened Syakila's heart.
So Syakila already considered it as old songs, so he did not bother their words anymore.
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Halim who returned to guard the store, he was busy with taking down items that were lacking and that was depleted.
After he finished taking notes he went shopping at Anton's party shop. As the buyers were familiar with, they while providing Halim items, they were joking with laughter.
They initially thought Halim was a quiet and arrogant person, but over time, and living in one house they knew the true nature of Halim. So they did not hesitate to ask Halim to joke.
After paying Halim groceries back to his store to keep it and for the goods he bought will be delivered after they repeat checking the items in accordance with the grocery note.
Afternoon today Halim was really busy with his work. But it was better than sitting daydreaming of his son and wife while waiting for the shopping man.
His mind and energy focus on his goods. Now he is checking back new items purchased and checking the price also arrange them on the shelves where.
Halim finished beberes right at 5 pm time he saved. Carefully and carefully Halim returned to keep the goods sold into the store.
"Alhamdulillah, it's finished also at last." said Halim grateful. "Today I'm really tired" he said again while sitting briefly in front of his closed shop.
Tomorrow night, Sunday night. Where will Hamid take me? Why should I be curious about this woman.
inner Halim.
After feeling quite restless, Halim went home. Arriving at home without rest again he immediately took a bath and went to the mosque to perform congregational Maghrib prayers.
After the completion of the prayer did not make Halim go home, he sat in the mosque while hearing the voice of people reading the Qur'an, and all he waited for Isha prayer.
It's amazing the voice of the little boy teaching, his voice more or less with the voice of my son, Syakila when teaching.
batin Halim praised the voice of a girl who was the age of Syakila was chanting verses of the Qur'an.
"Assalamu 'aikum young man, am I interrupting your time?" said the old man.
"Wa'alaikum greetings, sir. You are not interrupting my time" replied Halim politely.
"It looks like you're new here, young man." asked the old man again.
"Yes sir, I was not long here, less than a week away even three months I was in this city, sir." said Halim. "And I'm not a young man anymore, sir. I am married and have children, call me Halim only, sir." he continued.
The man chuckled, "Hahaha I'm sorry, I thought you were young, you're married" he said.
"It's okay" said Halim.
"Actually, I already know that you are married, and you have six children. I'm just testing your honesty." said the man again who made Halim stupefied.
"How do you know, I have six children, even though I have not told how many children I have to Father" said Halim asked curiously.
The man chuckled again, "Hahaha, out of all six of your children only one is a boy, and he is the fifth, right?"
Halim was really surprised by the man's words.
How can this father know, well if I have one son and also his guess is right, Hardin my fifth son? Who is this Father really?
inner Halim while looking confused and curious at the man beside her.
"Do you not want to know who this Father is, do you want to listen to your advice?" said ask.
Halim nodded, "Yes," he said.
"You're liked by a woman you never liked. You be careful, never drink the drink given by others later, even though the person you know, ask him who the drink is from, ask him who, if he himself buys it for you and the seal is still intact then you can drink it. And remember if you get together with your friends anywhere, in places you don't normally go to don't try to leave your drinks" she told Halim.
Halim looked confused, he could not digest the old man's words. He wanted to make it clear, but unfortunately when he wanted to make a sound. I see the Adhan Isya has been heard.
"Let's get some ablution water and pray Isya." take the old man to Halim. Halim nodded and followed the footsteps of the father behind him.
They wudhu together and stand next to each other in the front saf behind the priest. After the prayer and praying together. Halim, who wanted to shake hands with the old man, was out of place.
Dazed Halim spread his gaze looking for the figure of the father, because there was still something he wanted to ask about the purpose of his words earlier, but as far as he looked he did not see the figure of the old man.
Finally Halim came home from the mosque with a thousand questions that haunted his mind. Even when eating Halim does not desire to eat. So he passed his dinner.
Halim went straight to his room to rest, but his mind was always laughing at the intentions of the old man who met in the mosque. By sitting leaning against the bed, Halim continued muttering to herself to invite her mind to find out the meaning of the father's words.
"Who are these fathers? The story about my son is true. What the hell was he saying, a woman that I didn't like her presence."
Halim seemed to think finished muttering a little, he re-awakened who the woman was, whether the one in the village or the one in the city where she is now.
"Who is that girl, Dad? If in the village of women who do not like the presence there are several people, including my ex who still pursue me until now. If this is what I don't like.." Halim paused for a moment in his murmur, "What do you think of Halima, the meaning of the words of the fathers, well?"
Halim muttered to guess the meaning of the old man he met at the mosque.
"It seems that indeed the woman in question is Halima, is this related to tomorrow night? Because tomorrow night I'm going out with Hamid."
Halim muttered again while laying her body on the bed.
"Mending now I rest because tomorrow my work is waiting for me to return" he said again muttering to himself. And he fell asleep, before he looked at the picture of his wife in his wallet.