I'm (Not) a Cheap Woman

The First

Six days in India...

After visiting a partner at the Taj Mahal, Arka opened the car door that would take her to the hotel.

His jaw rang for a while after he sat down. “Halo! What's up, Ma?”

“Omamu hurts. He misses meeting you. Quickly go home ya!”

“Iya, Mother. I will try.” Arka keeps her phone in her pocket. He prefers to look around the atmosphere rather than skating on the socmed.

In fact, he still wants to stay three more days in the Bollywood country. But undone, the omnivorous health coz is much more mainstream than business.

In country +62

Tonight, Daniel stopped his car in front of his sister's mansion. Kanza and Nisa rush into the stopped car.

Daniel continues on the road when Nisa and Kanza are already inside. After a few minutes, they arrived at the house.

Daniel, Kanza, and Nisa rush in. They went straight to a room, where the oma lay limp.

“Assalamu ‘alaykum oma,” greet Nisa while kissing the back of the hand oma. Kanza and Daniel.

“Wa ‘alaykum greetings.”

Nisa turns to greet her father and mother-in-law. Kanza also greeted Pradipta and Haifa.

***

The clock's needle shows at nine o'clock in the evening.

Oma never sleeps, making Nisa's motherly soul thrashing because of it. He then approached the oma. “Why haven't you slept, oma?” tanyakanya.

Oma. “Oma not sleepy, Nak.”

“But ifa should get enough sleep,” chirps Daniel while stroking oma's hand.

Oma looked at Daniel. “Oma know. Oma also wants to sleep fast, but hard dear.”

Nisa tries to help the oma fall asleep by massaging the oma's forehead. Slowly, the oma finally entered the dreamland.

Daniel, who had been sitting there, became deeply entrenched because of Nisa. “If Arka leaves her because of Dara, I am ready to marry her. Such a good woman loves to be thrown away. Good for printing the next generation of papa.” company

Ms. Haifa, who was sitting a short distance away from the oma, smiled at how Nisa was helping her mother sleep. “We're lucky to have a daughter-in-law like Nisa, Pa. Mama alone loved it, let alone Arka.” He whispered a little.

Mr. Pradipta responded by forcing himself to smile. But in his heart he said, “Bara is more loving. Arka is also in love with Dara, not with Nisa.”

Shortly thereafter, Nisa shut her mouth as she yawned, Kanza too.

“Let me take you to the guest room,” bargain Daniel. “Let me take care of oma later. I'm used to staying up,” he continued.

Kanza and Nisa follow Daniel.

Arriving at the room Daniel pointed out, they locked the door, opened the hijab, and performed several other rituals before going to bed.

***

The night changed by day. After returning to Indonesia, Arka immediately drove his car to the oma house.

“Oma's grandson has returned. Here hug oma!” Oma spread her hands wide.

Arka walked quickly to embrace the warm grandmother. “How are you? Sorry, just come now. Busy business dealings in India.”

“For now, good oma. I don't know how in the future. You quickly have children, mumpung oma is still alive.”

Arka looked at oma, very deep. “Oma don't talk like that! Oma, definitely healthy continue.” Netra.

“Oma is old, baby. It's been a lot of pain. Oma kepengen once fondled your son, before oma died.” The white-haired woman gently stroked the head of Arka.

“Well, listen to that your word. Mama has also been keen once fond of grandchildren,” chirped bu Haifa.

Nisa returned that gaze with a flat expression. He is monologuing in his heart. “We've done it in an unconscious state. Just wait for the baby to stop by or not in this womb.” It caresses his stomach.

***

The sun leaves the sky. Just as everyone leaves an improved oma.

Nisa's coming along.

“Thank you for visiting oma, dear.” Oma hugged Nisa tightly.

“Sama-sama oma,” reply Nisa friendly.

Nisa and Kanza are no longer accompanied by Daniel, but by Arka. Kanza, who had longed for her parents, asked to be sent home, because her sister-in-law had also returned from abroad.

Extremely tired, Arka and Nisa immediately dropped down on the bed. The room lights were turned off.

Although both tired, Arka could not sleep like Nisa. Stress and anxiety, ruining his sleep patterns tonight.

“How does Nisa want to get pregnant? She just miscarried. All because of me too.” The sentence cheered in Arka's mind.

At two o'clock in the morning, Nisa wakes up

for lail prayer. When Arka had not slept at all. Arka who did not want to be discovered, closed her eyes as Nisa got out of bed.

Nisa then ablaze, taking the mukena and prayer mats, and then standing facing the qibla. All his activities were witnessed by Arka.

“Yes Allah, if indeed Arka's brother is a servant, please open the door of his love. If not, make us part quickly. No need to wait two years, God. I am afraid I love my brother Arka.”

Tears wet the cheeks, mucena, also the prayer that Nisa used for prayer. He did not wipe away the tears that were everywhere. Only then did his feelings become relieved.

He went back to sleep after that. Then wake up when the sound of the Adhan resounds at dawn. At the same time, Arka continued to ring the sentence that was thrown by her yesterday afternoon.

Seberes performed the dawn prayer, Nisa to the kitchen. Pick up dirty utensils at the dining table, then take them to the sink to wash.

Suddenly, Arka approached her who had just finished washing the dirty furniture. Arka held both of her shoulders tightly.

He who was afraid to shed tears, could Arka be hit because grimly asked grandchildren continue by his family?

“I'm wrong what else?” asked Nisa with a look down. This time, it was guts to stare at Arka.

Arka did not answer, she pulled the end of Nisa's chin. Causing Nisa to look up at him. Their eyes now meet each other.

Dag . . .

Dig . . . .

Dug . . . . .

Both hearts pump quickly.

Then without warning, Arka landed her lips on Nisa's lips. Making Nisa sculpt.

Damn, Arka's first kiss.

The arcs grew wild playing the edges of Nisa's lower and upper mouth. Even her right hand, which was on Nisa's shoulder, began to move to the front of her body

that wife.

The hand he once used to slap Nisa, now fumbled one of the hanging fruit belonging to Nisa.

Nisa was shocked.

It was also the first time the milk-producing fruit was touched.

Tetiba, Arka is conscious. He recalled his promise to Dara not to be caliph when with Nisa. He then releases Nisa.

“Sorry,” he said then stay away.