First Love of Ustadz
Chapter 43 Plan
Mirna returned to her Uncle's house with a very high anger. The clothes he was carrying were taken out of the bag with anger and thrown away with annoyance and shouting.
This month of Ramadan is not as beautiful as the previous month of Ramadan for Mirna.
"It's all because of you. Because of you Mas Fariz doesn't pay attention to me anymore. Because of you, Mas Fariz is angry with me. And because of you, Mas Fariz kicked me out. I hate you, hate you." Marni yells in the room vanishing all her anger.
Different from the conditions at Umi Sarifah's house. Rhea and Umi Sarifah are making various pastries for Eid.
"Darling, you don't get tired. I'm afraid your stomach is cramping again" said Ustad Fariz approaching and watching his wife's face not seeming exhausted at all.
"Don't tired Bie, the proof from yesterday I continued activity is also fine. Let it be healthier to be invited to move on his grandpa," said Rhea while stirring the cake dough.
"Let it be Le, as long as he is happy he will not feel cramps," said Umi Sarifah who was next to Rhea and made another cake batter.
"That means yesterday cramp because it's sad again and a lot of thoughts, really not?" sahut Ustad Jaki who suddenly came and sat near them.
"Who said? I'm here happy. Is that Umi?" Rhea turned to Umi and smiled at her.
"Yes dong, Umi's son must be happy," replied Umi Sarifah no less wide smile with Rhea.
"Umi seems very happy to have a daughter Ustad, we are diced," said Ustad Jaki who made Umi Sarifah and Rhea laugh.
"You are still the handsome children of Umi, different dong sam Rhea who is beautiful," joked Umi Sarifah to make them laugh to make the atmosphere of the house come back to life.
Since Ustad Fariz and Ustad Jaki had no activities, they helped make the cake, but they just enliven it and are tasked to put the cake in the oven and lift the cake from the oven when it is ripe.
Didn't feel the cake they made was finished and they put it in some jars. There are still some more cakes that will be made tomorrow by Umi Sarifah and Rhea.
Of course, Ustad Jaki and Ustad Fariz also helped because their activities at Pondok Pesantren were over. The santri have been allowed to go home because the Eid al-Fitr holiday is only a few days away.
The plan is Umi Sarifah and Rhea will make a lot of cakes to be brought to Ustad and Ustadzah as well as to the brothers who come to visit.
Of course it was a new activity for Ustad Jaki and Ustad Fariz. Helping to make cakes is an activity that makes them happy and also troublesome. They can joke and laugh together during the baking process and also their ignorance can be channeled.
Takbir reverberates throughout the universe. Many people around Pondok Pesantren Al-Mukmin who came to visit and of course relatives who gathered at the house of Umi Sarifah.
Umi Sarifah and Rhea have prepared a lot of food that they cooked overnight so that all guests can enjoy.
In the afternoon, Rhea and Ustad Fariz would go to Rhea's parents' house, supposedly tomorrow, but Rhea asked for that day to also depart. Finally it was decided they left according to Rhea's wishes because no one could go against the wishes of pregnant women.
When she finds out that Ustad Fariz and Rhea are going to Rhea's parents' house, Mirna forces her to come along, but Ustad Fariz understands that it will make Rhea uncomfortable even though Rhea says it doesn't matter.
Fortunately, Uncle Mirna was quick to respond. She said she would take Mirna there if she wanted to visit her parents' grave tomorrow.
But as usual, Mirna was stubborn, forcing her to come along. Ustad Fariz said he would deliver it himself after they returned home to Pondok Pesantren Al-Mukmin.
And as they had expected that Mirna would not be denied, her will had to be obeyed. There was a debate before Rhea and Ustad Fariz left.
Uncle Mirna and her son were so embarrassed by Mirna's attitude, that Mirna's hand was pulled by Uncle Mirna out of Umi Sarifah's house.
"Mir, what the hell are you? Do you think a child knows?" ask Mr. Ratmo emotions.
"Uncle is nothing. I just want to go with them over there to my parents' graves, can't I?" mirna said no less emotion.
"It's not that it shouldn't be Mir, but you have to learn to see situations and conditions. It is not possible if you go with them. I'm fine, so tomorrow Uncle who takes you there, Uncle has also not been there for a long time," Uncle Mirna began to soften because it is true that Mirna should be sowan to the grave of her parents.
"But I want her to go there with Mas Fariz," Mirna whines to her Uncle to help her convince her husband.
"Your husband said that if you want to go there, you will be escorted after they return here, how?" Mr. Ratmo persuaded Mirna to accept him.
Mirna was silent and thought, but her heart still said no.
"Mir, if you stay like this, your husband won't let you come back here. It's free for you to come here with your clothes, if later you return to Uncle's house," Mr. Ratmo still faithfully persuaded Mirna.
Finally, Mirna said with a heavy heart that she did not come with her husband and Rhea who was going home.
Ustad Jaki leaves the house and bids farewell to Umi Sarifah to go to Shinta's house to greet her family when she begins to get caught off guard by the debate caused by Mirna.
Mirna is now home alone because her husband has gone home with Rhea. He was at the house of Umi Sarifah gathered with the Umi brothers who had come before Mirna came.
They talked about Rhea and praised her with all her advantages. Especially when they eat Rhea cuisine and cakes made by Rhea. Mirna was like there was none of them. He finally decided to go home.
Loneliness is now felt by Mirna. His life feels alone. Usually there is her husband who accompanies her and takes her anywhere at a time like this. But now he felt empty, no one accompanied. Because of her feelings Mirna began to devise the most profitable plan for her and would definitely make Rhea suffer.
Please have fun now. Wait a minute, you'll be crying.
The sneaky grin on Mirna's lips is now overrun by anger and hatred so she wants revenge.
