His name is Khaula Nusaiba

A Cup of Warm Tea

The atmosphere was silent for a while as Arjuna stepped into the room. Khaula still silent, sitting with a feeling of guilt.But his mind continues to churn, do not want to be defeated by the pain that ripped his heart.Khaula took a deep breath.Rise from the chair and walk towards his room.

When Khaula walked to his room he accidentally turned his face to look at Arjuna who was sitting beside the bed looking down to drop a circle of bitterness that he could not bear.

Arjuna looks like a fragile sissy.Tak can not resist a whim that sounds like a frustration that he can not express with the word he said.Khaula gulped salivanya.He wants to approach Arjuna who is down.But his little heart can not forgive men damn it.

Khaula continued his footsteps.But did not go to his bedroom.He walked towards the kitchen.Make a glass of warm tea for Arjuna.After finishing brewing warm tea Khaula took him to Arjuna's room, but before Khaula reached Arjuna's room, Arjuna, mr. Lek and his bulls are ready to stand by the door saying their greetings.

Khaula answered the greetings of Pak lek and his tribe.Arjuna heard the voice of Khaula answered the greeting with a little loud.Buru Buru Arjuna wiped the remaining clear circle in the corner of his eyes, flashing horden set a smile on his handsome face.

Arjuna greeted Ahmad and buk Ratih who had just returned from the next village to deliver some orphanages and boarding schools.Arjuna saw a cup of warm tea in Khaula's hand, Arjuna quickly grabbed him.

"thank you" Arjuna sat down and sipped his beloved wife's warm tea with great pleasure.

Khaula was shocked to almost have warm tea watering her hands.

Mr. Ahmad who had just entered and sat until astonished to see the behavior of Arjuna.Buk Ratih no less surprised made.The origin of Arjuna almost watering everyone who passed him.

"Loh...why nang?are you thirsty or what?"ask the coach.

Khaula pulled his leg immediately wanting to leave the room which left him suffocating.

"Haus buk.uda long time never drink tea"Arjuna said as he glanced towards Khaula.

"Since when do you drink tea" asked Ahmad chimed in a book Ratih.

"Since..since......"Arjuna was stammered wanting to answer, but stopped when he remembered that he had never drank tea as long as he knew Mr. Ahmad and buk Ratih.

"Since the death of his wife Kali Pak lek" suddenly Khaula answered without a guilty face and then passed.

"Since Khaula made this tea especially for me sir" Arjuna said as he looked at Khaula's back who was about to enter his room, who then turned to him.

"Nang.kamu this ndak can not say that, was the wong you who took it from Lula's hands" said Mr. Ahmad while rubbing his sweaty face.

"Yes nang.ibuk also see" added Ratih buk with a thin smile.

"Well, my father doesn't believe me.try asking me Khaula.But he must be honest, you can't lie" Arjuna said as he continued to look at Khaula who put on a jutek face.

"Honey you are married nang.Kalau will not marry Lula" suddenly Mr. Ahmad said while laughing a bit...

"If my wife were Khaula how would you?"Arjuna said with a cynical smile.

"Well.good.means the father will be your whole father" replied Mr. Ahmad while pulling the hand of the walking buk Ratih wanted to leave the living room.

Khaula squinted her eyes pointing her index finger at Arjuna

"You are a strange city person.come to suddenly confess the son of Mr. Lek Ahmad.

Arjuna got up from his seat, walked after Ahmad and buk Ratih who passed through Khaula's room

"I'm not lying, sir...Khaula my wife"Arjuna said as he pulled Khaula's hand tightly in front of his chest showing Ahmad.

Khaula struggling, trying to pull over and release Arjuna's hand grip.But Khaula did not succeed.Arjuna's hand grip is very strong as the pounding in his heart at this time.It really can not hold it this time.

Mr. Ahmad and buk Ratih were silent for a moment, trying to digest and observe the current situation.What happened to Khaula and Arjuna.

"I really am sir - By Allah" Arjuna raised his right index finger up.

Mr. Ahmad and Mr. Ratih looked at each other.While Khaula was only mute.Tak able to wriggle.Tak able to say.Pak Ahmad realized a truth when he saw his favorite ponakan did not fight.

"Lula.pak lek needs an explanation"Pak Ahmad walked to the dining table and sat followed by buk Ratih.

Arjuna forcibly pulled Khaula's hand from the dining shirt, following the steps of the Patih buk that followed Ahmad.Arjuna forced Khaula to sit next to him facing Ahmad.

There is one important fact that requires Ahmad to believe the word said Arjuna at the time, because at the time Mr. Ahmad and buk Ratih returned from the village next to Khaula did not wear his veil in the house while at home Khaula was with Arjuna.Setau and as you recall Mr. Ahmad Khaula never let go of his veil in front foreigner.Especially Arjuna aka Tama to the knowledge of Mr. Ahmad never met Khaula before.

"So what really happened that Pak lek did not know Lula" asked Mr. Ahmad in a flat tone like he was introgating.

Khaula lowered his head, unable to make his voice.He closed both his eyeballs.Then a circle of tears dripped beautifully on his smooth cheeks.Arjuna then wiped a circle of tears that soaked the smooth cheek water Khaula.

"Sir.really..I never knew that Khaula was the son of the father you told me about at the time......"Arjuna started his story with Ahmad.

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