Dusk In Eye Pelupuk

Sweet orange milk

Honey is very dear, the journey from the beach residence to the cottage is not as smooth as usual. Not a heavy thing, because it is cool to eat processed Kanaya dishes in the car, Jena feels spicy is incredible. I don't know how many kilos the girl put chili into her cooking, but the more in eating the dish the more delicious, for Jena.

The woman was looking for drinking water that was usually available in the car, but that day they ran out of mineral water. With a runny nose, Jena asks Agam to stop at the minimarket, where they shop for the first time first. Taking cold water and immediately drinking it, Jena was pulled slowly by the husband until finally sitting at the customer's table.

"Remember, if you want to drink don't stand," said Agam.

Rubbing her face reddened by the spicy, Jena's nose pinched as she held water from inside her nose"Sedas, once," he said.

Agam rubbed Jena's chin that was wet because of mineral water"Yes you know, so do not eat anymore, Kanaya cuisine. If hurting yourself like this isn't good, my wife."

"But the cooking this time was delicious, delicious," great-granddaughter Jena held Agam's fingers, saving him from getting angry. Because Agam's face looks not like when he wipes tears, because he enjoys Kanaya's processed dishes.

"Snake but it makes you cry, it's not good" he said again.

"Sroot!," Jena pulled water from her nose"Yes."

Agam left Jena, made her panic"Mas Agam!," he cried worriedly. Was Agam really angry this time? just because of the food that made her cry?? comeon! Jena doesn't even know about it. He just enjoyed the cooking too much, he could not stop to eat it, because it was delicious.

Agam glanced at Jena at a glance, then kept walking between the minimarket shelves. Jena bent her face, looking sad. Agam's gesture asks him to stay at the table, making Jena not dare to follow the steps of the husband.

"O Allah, are you angry? just this time I saw her flat-faced like that," whispered her heart back to drinking cold mineral water. The more he drank, the more spicy it bit his tongue.

Jena fanned her face with the tip of the veil, hissing the spiciness with a runny nose.

Suddenly Agam came, gave Jena an open bottle of orange milk"Drink this, may the spiciness soon disappear."

Jena glanced at Agam like a child who was caught making a mistake. While pocketing the lips of the woman received a drink from the husband without a sound, afraid Agam angry if he talked a lot.

Sweet orange milk flavor, Jena likes it!. He felt the spicy taste inside his mouth slightly reduced, and slowly subsided.

Agam pulled the tissue he had bought, wiped the lip of the wife's lips that were spiny"I suspect, the year of your birth on the ID card misprinted, you're actually Gibran's sister, not his brother."

"Bag!."

Agam switched to wiping Jena's watery nose, with a used tissue wiping the milk on her lips.

"Heishhh!! you're wearing old tissue, mas!" exclaimed Jena. Agam made to laugh, the bowed face of the wife makes her look adorable.

"You're still pretty even if I wipe your face with a used tissue, baby."

Thank goodness, Agam laughed. Jena's little heart was so relieved to see the husband's sweet smile again.

"Bragging! we're in a crowded place, stop your sweet words!."

"You're my wife, and it's not a crime to say sweet things to you, baby," Agam deliberately said a little harshly. Make some visitors look at them.

Jena laughed embarrassedly, they shouldn't have lingered here for long. People's views make it uncomfortable, too.ah! zafirah's wedding!. Jena almost forgot about it.

Back splitting the streets that night, the couple Jena and Agam arrived at the boarding school after praying Isya, of course, the wedding has been completed. Only attended by relatives of Kiyai Bahi, residents of boarding schools and worshipers who often pray at Al-jannah mosque, the wedding was short. The event was closed by performing congregational prayers and then enjoying a few dishes that have been provided by ustadzahs since this afternoon.

The atmosphere of the pesantren cottage has begun to be quiet, only the remaining students who continue their lessons at curfew. Jena is so restless, will their very late arrival be pardoned Zafirah?.

Hearing the sound of the car, Yahya who was about to take the yellow book belonging to ustadz Yunus in the office, checked who came"Bang Agam," he exclaimed .

"Assalamualaikum," said Agam and Jena simultaneously.

"Waalaikumsalam" Yahya said.

"Well, late bang, the event is over" he said again.

"Alhamdulillah smoothly bang," said Agam.

At that time, Syabila and Yasmin were about to ascend to the upper class. Since the office was downstairs, they met before climbing the stairs leading to the top floor.

"Kak Jena," cried Syabila.

Jena quickly approached Syabila, while Yasmin lowered her gaze while taking shelter behind Syabila.

"Yes, I went to class, yes bang," Yahya said immediately resigned.

Agam and Yahya eventually split up"Ben where is it?," asked Agam if.

"What is clear is not in the residence of Kiyai Bahi," replied Syabila.

"Hus, why are judes like that. Bang Agam is already like his son Pak Kiyai," Yasmin scolded"Ben is bang Khair huh? her husband ustadzah Zafirah?."

"If you are like his son, why is it too late to come to the wedding of his sister, Ustadzah Zafirah," he said.

Jena hugged Syabila tightly"Sorry! we're late because of me. Look, is my face still red? I was eating very spicy food, so we stopped by the minimarket first to buy a drink."

If you look at Jena's face, it looks like people are crying"Jena's really just spiciness? open because of the naughty Agam bang right?," asked Syapala Jena answered with a headband, also with a laugh. Making Syapala no longer blame Agam for their delay.

Agam laughs at Syabila. Then a slight tilting of the face elicits Yasmin's question. All this time he only knew by the name of Ben, who was Khair?. The man then asked"Indeed, the one who married Zafirah was called Khair?."

"Khai Abdullah," said Syabila, who is a member of Yasmin.

Jena and Agam look at each other, lest Ben marry Zafirah??

"Yes, you want to teach the book, right? hurry to class, we will go to Kiyai Bahi's residence," Agam said, grabbing Jena's fingers. He led her to walk together towards the residence.

"Yes bang, assalamualaikum," said Yasmin and Syabila simultaneously.

"Waalaikumsalam" said the couple.

As soon as Agam and Jena, Yasmin followed Syabila's steps towards class.

"Yes, have you memorized the shorof's assignment?."

Yasmin was silent, she continued to climb the stairs behind Syabila.

When she turned to Yasmin, the girl did not answer the question"Yasmin, "call me again.

And his friend did not answer. Any time it turns around to block Yasmin's steps"Yasmin Al-adnan! you why? i asked! why don't you answer?."

Yasmin was surprised, the girl almost fell if not immediately holding the ladder fence"Astaghfirullah, what are you asking? I didn't hear."

When looking at Yasmin with a probing gaze"Hem. You must be thinking something."

Yasmin tilted her body as Syabila advanced to look at her. Slowly the girl climbed up the stairs, passing through Shapala"You're just guessing, let's hurry to class, you don't want to be in the law poking in the middle of the field right."

Hearing that, when I immediately glanced at the watch on his left hand"Astaghfirullah, we're almost late, wait for me Yasmin," he exclaimed chasing a small run of Yasmin towards class.

To be continued...

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