IF YOU ARE A FOOL

Home of the Future

After last night's fight Dian asked me for permission not to enter KKN. Same with him on work leave. He said he would take me somewhere. When I asked, he said a secret.

Not Dian's name if not annoying plus always love surprises. Ask for an impromptu holiday and no rejection. He thought KKN was at his father's place. Hew

"are you ready, baby? " ask Dian as soon as she walks into the room after talking to papa below.

"already. Where do I go, why do I have to wear the best clothes? " ask me curious.

"what is the best dress for a Muslim, what do you mean?

The best clothes for a Muslim is hijab" said Dian seriously.

But the next moment he laughed.

"so you wear this?

Is this your best collection?" he continued while watching me in front of the mirror.

"want to get buuk?

Or the king's daughter's party? " save her again.

"Dian... iwhhhh!

Stop being a bummer why the hell!

Where are we actually going? If you keep laughing at me, I don't want to come. Go it alone" I got up from the makeup chair releasing all the accessories attached to the veil.

"Why is it even on the loose?

Okay okay, sorry. I didn't mean to.

We're going to the house of the future baby, not to the party. So just change the clothes" said Dian carefully, as her sturdy arms held my body in her arms.

Without giving any more answers I let go of his embrace and walked towards the wardrobe. I took one of the clothes. The desire to perform as well as possible is gone already.

Without a word we left home. During the journey I was silent too. Even if there are many questions in your mind. Because at first glance I remember the path we went through was the same path when we used to hold a marriage contract in Pesantren.

"you don't want to ask, where are we going? " said Dian broke the silence.

"it was this morning. But what's your answer? " it feels like the question has been stale for just him to ask as a form of pleasantries.

"ok ok. I was wrong again. Sorry"

And again, the apology became a dime once for Dian to say these few days. Something made me dislike and badmood still happens.

I just kept quiet. Refusing to comment. So the silence happened again between the two of us.

The car continued to drive until it actually entered the Pesantren page.

Up here I still don't understand what Dian's planning. I just follow every step.

The welcome was made by the Pesantren family once our car parked perfectly. It was as if they all knew about our arrival.

Without much further ado, Dian asked for permission to go to the Pesantren family cemetery in the side yard.

Again I just walked behind Dian. But this time he suddenly stopped, waiting until our steps were aligned and then grasped my hand.

"too long for me to tell you now. You will know later too. As time goes by, I promise to tell you everything.

To be sure, never let go of this grip. Because you are my strength" one sentence that makes me more silent, even though there are so many questions in the brain.

Arriving at the cemetery Dian immediately sat in front of a tombstone. He solemnly prophesied do'a. I also read the do'a and some surah as far as I know and can. Because before this I rarely went on a pilgrimage to the tomb.

In a long time Dian lowered her head there. It looks like this is the tomb of someone very meaningful.

"who? " i finally lowered my ego to ask.

"here, the mother who gave birth to me. During this time, during Pesantren I was often asked by Mr. Kyai to make a pilgrimage to this tomb. Without even asking 'who'?

I only did that order because what was buried here must be a close family from Pesantren. No know...... "

A little bit of a quick explanation made me understand. About what really happened in her family. It must have been hard for Dian to accept all of these realities. How selfish of me. When his heart was wounded and needed support, why did I scold him for a few days?

"i'll always be here for you baby" now it's my turn to give a kiss.

I was confused how to say.

"don't be sad, dear"

It felt impossible, a little bit sure he felt sadness.

"you must be strong"

No matter how strong a person is, he must have had the weakest point in his life.

"cry"

It seems impossible, for sure men will not be as cute as women right.

I promise I will never be angry. But for sure, no matter how angry this soul's heart remains for its. It's been proven, isn't it?

That's what I said when Dian introduced me to her mother. A figure he himself had never seen for sure.

"pardon me yes, get angry from yesterday" I said as we left the cemetery.

"pardon me for making you angry too" he said, peeping at my forehead.

Then we were crossed in by the Pesantren family.

Looks like someone there who I used to know as 'rivalry'. It could be that it is also still a relative of Dian.

But why also Ummi intend to match them?

Ah I don't know. There are more questions in this mind.

"patience Kayra, just follow the flow. Isn't Dian going to tell you everything one day? " i tried to entertain myself. In the midst of Dian's conversation with the Pesantren family that I feel is still foreign to me.

"sorry, I cannot linger. There are other destinations we have to visit. Insha Allah play here again sometime" said Dian when Pak Kyai offered to visit a room that had been kept secret.

I just sucked and breathed heavily. It seems like too many Dian's family secrets. The tangling that has been left alone will slowly be broken down again.

As the saying goes, as clever as wrapping the carcass will someday smell too.

Want to get whatever the secret is closed, in the end revealed as well.

Man has a plan, but Allah is the Owner of Will.

We just have to wait for time.

And maybe this is the time. When Dian began to mature in thought and ready to carry the mandate. Trust as a husband, also trust about his family. Trust is heavy.

So this is what he said 'front mada house', which is the tomb.

About one more place that Dian said, would be a fret. Is it a fun place or is it full of memories.

On the way home, we were silent. Maybe there are still many things that re-raged in Dian's mind.

Until at a corner Dian almost hit a cat who suddenly crossed.

"are you okay?

If your mind is fucked up again let me drive ya. You just show me the way" I asked.

"no need. Let's find a place to rest first. Let my mind be better"

After rejecting my offer, a few yards from the scene he turned the car into a homestay.

"cock it here, baby? " ask me wonder.

"yes, let's take a break" he said as he sauntered towards the reception desk.

While I grumbled a little. A place to rest why should be here too. Many cafes, or coffee shops, lesehan cake. This is even a room rental?

"my dear, daydreaming what the hell? " the pull of Dian's hand made me walk back through all the possibilities that were not an option.

"hot baby, it seems like drinking young coconut ice is faster" I said when Dian made the room door.

"there will be AC.

Later I order through the application of young coconut ice" said Dian who had pulled my body on his lap.

"honey... "my moan. Because Dian had already started the action without giving me time to breathe an item for a second.

Even she herself took off my hijab.

"honey, don't throw it carelessly later tangled" I got up and put it in a hanger.

Really impatient, it's like a bloodthirsty vampire.

I who was still standing in front of the closet was immediately carried away.

"it's more refreshing darling" with her voracious devouring of her twin assets. Without removing the cover first.

Okay-okay, I get it.

There will be no rejection this time. As my promise to always be by her side. Hopefully, after getting his share, his feelings will get better.

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hemppp 🤔 lucky to be LEGIT. There's only reason Dian ya gays 😅

Let's leave Kayra with Dian who's good, okay.

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