Just a Bond

Misses

"Who is inside? Too many?" Mas Farhan turned his head towards me while frowning.

“Ah, it must be Weny and Rifka, Mas.”

I was stunned when suddenly Mas Farhan stopped stepping. The link of his hand on my hand also suddenly slipped out. Makes me a little disappointed. Ah, but yes you have.

“Your sisters?”

“Iya, dong, Mas. Who else?” Although confused by Mas Farhan's question, I chose not to continue the topic because of the longing for my two sisters told me to enter immediately.

Hearing that no footsteps were following, I turned back. What makes me astonished is when I saw Mas Farhan still staring at the place he was standing.

Mas Farhan why, anyway? Why is it weird to hear that my sisters are inside.

“Mas, let's go in.”

I saw him looking in surprise. Looks like he's daydreaming. But what did he dream of?

Oh my God, it's mysterious, my husband. There are so many secrets I don't know about him.

“You go first.”

Lazy to think further, I finally chose to give up. I nodded my head slowly. “I first, yes, Mas. Mas don't stay out.” long

My guess is that the sound of the crowd inside is the work of my two sisters who have arrived here, right. My two younger sisters had already gathered with Mas Reza and Mas Gibran in the front room of the house. Including their husbands.

“As-salamu ‘alaikum,” I said when I arrived at the doorstep.

The people who were sitting on the floor with mats in the front room of my house then answered in unison. They also turned their heads towards me. A moment later, Weny and Rifka got up.

“Mbak Najwa!” Weny who shouted while anchoring her body into my arms. I almost fell because of the sudden treatment of my youngest brother. Fortunately I can still hold my body weight.

Ignoring the ears that were ringing at the screams of my sister, both my hands moved around her body.

“Wen, kayaking a year never see Ma'am. Her screams have come from far away anyway,” I said.

“Know the child, already have a husband too, still like to shout.” Rifka chimed with lips which were then manyun.

However, boro-boro upset, Weny even sneered, “Kayak already insyaf aja yelling.”

My two sisters are wow, yes. Not ashamed of what each other saw? If you only see Mas Reza and Mas Gibran, mah, ordinary.

“You guys, fight just for the job. Oh, look at the kids. Not shy?” I said. Syeila and Nayla just peeked, maybe surprised times, yes, when looking at the attitude of the two tantnya. Rifka's seven-month-old daughter also looked at us.

“From the beginning, Mbak Rifka tuh nyebelin, Mbak,” senggut Weny while breaking our embrace. Now change Rifka who saluted, then hugged me for a while.

“You also bummer,” reply Rifka after our embrace unravels.

“Udah-already. Want to see when you guys keep fighting?” my hers.

Mas Reza and Mas Gibran had just been busy watching, like there was no intention to break up.

Hadheh.

“Udah, Deck. Login, yuk.”

The three of us walked in, and sat there.

"You just got home from Mom's grave, Dek?" ask Mas Gibran.

"Eh, yes, Mas."

"Where's farhan?" Reza asked.

"Still outside, Mom. There's something he said."

Not wanting the topic of Mas Farhan to get longer, I led a new topic. A variety of things began to come into our chat room. Starting from discussing our own past, such as me who likes tackling Mas Reza, and Mas Gibran who has always been a defender of Rifka, even to the messiness of my two sisters. It felt so happy when I was able to get together again with these brothers. Happy also because the long longing buried in the heart has been together.

“It turns out Weny did like nosy from the first, yes, Mbak?” tanya Rifki, Rifka's husband.

I turned to her who carried the child—Rizqun—and nodded enthusiastically, while the person who was now the topic began to pursed lips.

“But ...” They all look at me. “Nungguin, yes?” Intentionally, anyway. Not knowing where to think, I wanted to harass them.

“Mbak Najwa turned out to be nosy too now, yes?” chirp Rifka, and I can only grin wide.

“You think only you can be nosy, Ka.” Mas Reza.

“Em, like his Steel Knight Ma'am Najwa does not accept, nih,” goda Weny.

“Why that, Which?” ask Wildan, Weny's husband.

“From the past, Mas, if there is anything like Madam Najwa, Mas Reza must be a scene. Ma'am Najwa tuh, his beloved sister Mas Reza.”

“Where is? All Mas Reza's sisters are darlings,” my second brother's martial.

“Udah-already. You guys keep fighting.” Mas Gibran mediates.

“Mas Reza when is it coming after us?” janda Rifka suddenly.

I saw Mas Reza flutter. Next to his hand scratched the temple, either itchy or how.

“Have a nice wife lo, Za. Want nothing to take care of.” Mas Gibran chimed in.

Ah, if you want to gather, there will be a topic of conversation. But exciting, anyway.

My second brother was just an indistinct smile, without responding to our jokes.

“Have a wife, Za. Homework, take care of children all waged wives, his father is good at sleeping.”

We suddenly turned towards my brother-in-law who had just come while carrying a jar filled with snacks with one kettle, I don't know what it contained.

“This is what I helped you with, Ma'am.” I grabbed the kettles Ma'am Diva brought.

“Nih, Yes. It's really good, isn't it? Even others who help, her husband was busy sitting relaxed,” Mbak Diva's lips while glancing at Mas Gibran who was still loyal in his seat, like not disturbed at all by the words of his wife.

“What, the hell, the. I do not help you if you are tired again, kok,” elak Mas Gibran who was then given another sneer by his wife. The atmosphere in the front room of our house was warm. We know, the sneer of Mbak Diva must not be up to the heart. Just a joke.

“But, Za, despite it all, this masmu is special for Mbak. She is very kind, considerate, mature, very nurturing.”

Look at my sister-in-law's reaction now. After sneering at her husband earlier, she said that, still swerving Mas Gibran all over again. His gaze implied such great affection and love.

Ah, Ms. Diva. Just make me jealous. Btw, where did Mas Farhan go, huh? Why haven't you come in yet?

I turned my head to the right and left side of the house, there was no sign of him coming. Makes me even more curious about what really happened to him.

“It's eaten the snack, dong. This is Ma'am bring from home.”

Rifka and Weny who really like snacking from before, immediately plucked the pastry offered by Mbak Diva.

"Najwa, how come you don't eat?" ask Mas Gibran.

"Eh, that-"

"Who are you looking for, Dek?" ask Mas Reza.

For a moment I scratched the back of my head. Confused too, anyway. Later if I say find Mas Farhan, Mas Reza even asked a lot more.

"Mas Farhan!"

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I updated again. Yea! Don't get tired of waiting for the continuation of the story, yes. Farhan is getting better with Najwa. Guess what, he's accepted Najwa yet? Hidhi. Answer in the comments, may.

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Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Saturday, 31 July 2021