Gita Dusk Geetruida

The Real Housewife

Agastya let Aya sleep even though the dawn of dawn reverberated, the face of the ruler woman that day was fixed.

"Dear, have a good day" murmured Agastya as he sprinkled a kiss on the top of his wife's head before he took ablution.

"Mama Alif, this is for shopping, yes," Agastya put some money on the dining table.

"O Allah, Aga ... You are always like this, using all the money-spending nitip," protested Mama Alif.

"This is not how Mama Alif, you guys are very good to support me and my wife," added Agastya.

"Ah, is this even more than usual? I feel like a mother's boarding me."

"Haha .. The two of you now live here, so I'm more."

"Ah, just like who are you, Ga. Hm, yes I have. I accept yes, Aga. Thank God," Alif's mother took money from Agastya.

"Again" said Aya to Mama Alif and Aga in a hoarse voice. "Mas Aga, how could you not wake me up, anyway? I'll be bad luck" Aya grumbled.

"It's okay, Aya. You must be exhausted" said Mama Alif.

"Darling, please make me some coffee, yeah. I want to go to Zain's workshop next door," Agastya said as she stroked Aya's back.

"Yes, okay, mas."

"What can I do for you, brother?" Aya feels comfortable calling Mama Alif with the name 'sister' in women who may be the same age as Clay, his brother."

"Hm, what is it? You make coffee for your husband first, later you come back here to make yellow rice," said Mama Alif who was stirring red cooking spices in a pan.

"Ding Aya, please bring boiled yams to the workshop, yes," mama Alif's pinta.

"Good, brother."

Aya smiled, looking at the morning activity at the Zain family home. Agastya should stay there. Ah, again Aya miss the atmosphere of her home when in Magelang was always crowded, but now all the memories remain. Aya could only greet her favorite people in wishful memories alone.

"Hey, are guests cleaning?" Tegur mama Alif when she saw Aya sweeping the house.

"Lho, he said think of it as his own home, brother? It should be okay if I help."

"Ah yes already, as comfortable as you are then, ding. I want to help the kids get ready for school first" said Mama Alif let Aya ease her duties. For a woman, of course, silence and just getting settled is not a pleasant thing, Mama Alif understands that.

"Ding Aya, you take a shower. We'll take the school kids to the market."

"Well, sister," said Aya while throwing the clothes she used when she went to Zain's house in the garbage bin.

"Lho ding, why are you taking your clothes off? Hubby, ding. The clothes are still good."

"Hem, it's okay brother. That shirt was bought from illegal money as well, I deliberately threw it away to shit, hehe." Mama Alif who knew the story of Aya nodded.

"Although if the hijab maybe I don't seem ready but I want to wear clothes that are covered like a sister.

"Thank God, ding. It's okay ding all need to process, which is important the intention. Remember the message last night, we must keep our marwah as women .. then it is appropriate if we keep our awrah in order to avoid things that are not good."

"Yes, brother." Aya was ready, she was wearing another outfit that Mama Alif gave her last night, a long-sleeved shirt and black toad pants, in stark contrast to Aya's clear skin.

"You're so beautiful, ding," praised Mama Alif.

"Because you're wearing a big brother's shirt, hehe,"

"It could be you, let's go" said Mama Alif when he saw his two sons were ready for school.

"Abah Alif, I send Alif and Amar directly to the market Aya, yes," said the woman while kissing her husband's right hand.

"Well, be careful, baby."

Agastya was fixated, somehow Aya was always beautiful with whatever she was wearing. Even clothes that were covered like this were unable to hide his charm. "Sorry Mama Alif, can you lend me the veil for my wife?" Agastya.

"Can, I get you a minute," the pregnant woman immediately darted into the room fetching Agastya's order.

"Nah .. perfect," praised Agastya as she saw Aya's head covered in khimar. "Be careful, baby. Uh, here's money for you, buy your personal needs as necessary."

"Thank you, mas. We go first, assalamulaikum."

"Waalaikumsalam," said Agastya and Zain together.

"Ga, I'm glad you and your wife are finally together" Zain told his best friend as their wives and children set out.

"Yes, Zain .. thank God, this is thanks to God's mercy through you and Mr. Ruslan."

"Alhamdulillah. It's all with His permission, Ga. Uh, how did last night feel newlyweds, right?"

"Non cash, Zain. Aya again obstruction," replied Agastya while grinning.

"Haha, pity. Have been waiting a long time eh once both even uninhibited guests."

"Yes, but it's okay. What matters is that we're together again."

"Later if it's finished immediately gaspoll so quickly so, Ga."

"Ready, bang. Can't wait to have kids like Alif and your Amar."

"May God grant your wish, Ga."

***

As a new person plus looks half bule it certainly attracts the attention of many people along the way.

"Our mother, Alif, who is this?" Greet some of the people they met.

"Oh this is bini (wife) Aga," said Mama Alif.

"The truth is ae (very pretty, yes)," the average person who asked Mama Alif said so.

"What do you mean, brother?" Ask Aya.

"Beautiful, if for men it means handsome," replied Mama Alif. "See, we'll have breakfast first, yeah. Even though there is food at home, but I want to eat outside," Mama Alif took Aya to a kevil food stall.

Aya saw the dishes served, in the form of a small rhombus cut in two that was watered with thick coconut milk sauce, as well as grilled cork fish on it and a sprinkling of fried onions.

"This is the name of the kandangan rhombus, Aya. Enjoy if you add a little sambal binjai," explained mama Alif just before saying a meal prayer.

"Enak, brother. Savory combined with spicy, sour, sweet flavors from the sauce, so it ends really. Perfect."

"Thank God you like it. We need breakfast, get the energy around later, haha."

After breakfast, Mama Alif invited Aya to buy kitchen needs. Rice, sugar, onions, vegetable cooking oil, fish and snacks, then ask the rickshawman to deliver his groceries to the house.

"Is it okay for our groceries to be delivered to such a pedicab attendant, sis?"

"It's okay. I know the rickshawman, still our neighbor, and I'm used to it than anywhere to carry stuff, tired of it."

After his groceries were transported, Mama Alif took Aya to some stalls selling clothes.

Hang out with mama Alif, see how the woman behaves as well as Aya who is given money as husband to capital to the market early in the morning and shop, shopping, making Aya feel like a wife and a real housewife.

"Hm, loved and blessed husband already .. now I want to quickly have children with mas Aga, let me be more perfect as a woman," Aya hoped inwardly.