Just a Bond

Not Knowing the Condition

“Indeed the one that cooked all this time Mas Reza, Yah?” Suddenly I heard Mas Farhan's voice. I was originally busy spooning rice and getting side dishes for Dad, then looked up. Sure enough, the one who came was my beloved husband. He moved, then took a sitting position next to me.

“Iya, Han. Since Najwa moved, Reza is cooking,” replied Dad.

"But before that, it's been a long time to learn how to cook with Najwa." Mas Reza also chimed in. I heaved a sigh of relief, because my dear mas gaze to Mas Farhan already seemed mediocre now. Both are starting to look familiar.

Some time later, Rifka and Rifki enter the dining room. Looks like their daughter is still resting. Only after that, Mas Gibran with three of his heirs also joined. The dining room is crowded.

"For two little sisters no one wants to live with Mas Reza, nih. So, you have to learn to cook."

Weny and Rifka who were the target of Mas Reza's sentence just now, immediately sneered with reasons that required them not to stay with Dad and him. But even so, not tense, the atmosphere of the dining room is even more crowded. Because they both know that Mas Reza is just joking. After all, before Weny and Rifka decided to come to her husband's house, they had already conferred with Dad and my two dads.

Mas Gibran and Mbak Diva were not so good at chats this morning as they were busy taking care of their two little daughters.

While Mas Farhan smiled, then chimed in. “Wah, great dong. From me who don't know anything about kitchen affairs, Mas.”

“Custom only times. I cook it, at best nanak rice similarly fried eggs, tofu-tempe, or chicken."

"Already, already. You guys, instead of eating, talk," Dad scolded. "That'll bring food for your husband, Wa."

Astaghfirullahal. Preoccupation with enjoying the conversation, I forgot to serve my beloved husband. I turned to look at Mas Farhan.

"Mas, sorry, yeah. Until you forget not to take your food."

"It's okay. This was taken by Rifka earlier." My lips had a while, my throat suddenly felt dry. Fortunately, I was thirsty. So you can drink without arousing the suspicion of my other family.

"Yes already, Mas. Continue to eat."

The atmosphere of the dining room is still the same as before. There seems to be no suspicion from each member of my family.

Am I the only one who thinks too negatively about the closeness of Rifka and Mas Farhan?

Appetite that like suddenly amber, makes me reluctant to continue breakfast. I feel very sorry to have filled this plate with portions that are arguably more than usual. Because I was so excited to eat.

How to spend it, huh?

I stared for a moment at the food on the plate. I've been badmood like this. But ... No, I must not show my displeasure in front of them. Let me ask Rifka later about her relationship with Mas Farhan. Alright. Slowly, I put a mouthful of food into my mouth to finish the meal.

Although the heart continues to pressure itself to focus on eating only, but the mind is always opposed. The view that deliberately focused on sloping food, instead wandering around staring around the dining room, especially what Rifka did.

"If it's less, you can add more, Mas." Rifka's voice was heard. He also thrust a basin of rice in front of Mas Farhan.

Mas Farhan looked. "Oh, yes, Rifka. Thank you." Thank you."

The happy feeling that had filled the heart since I could eat with family, slowly changed into a conspiracy. The hand that was about to feed the food again into the mouth suddenly stopped.

Oh my God, stop negative thinking, Najwa!

"Najwa when will I come home?" ask me in the middle of breakfast.

After that, Mas Farhan then said, "Maybe tomorrow we go home, Dad. I'll plan to come back here sometime."

Dad was bearded for a while, then continued to eat breakfast.

"Wildan's the same Weny so go home now?" My voice is back heard.

"Yes, Dad. Poor Mom and Dad if you take care of the rice fields both alone." Wildan answered. They both live with Wildan's parents in rural Malang. Understandably, the livelihood of their families is farming. Both of them were willing to go to the room and tidy up the items for their return.

"Darling, I went to the room first, yeah. Fear Rizqun wake up." Rifki got up from her seat after saying that. Everyone in the dining room had finished breakfast, including me. Although there was trouble earlier, afraid of not being able to finish the food, unexpectedly could also. Alhamdulillahot.

"Yes, Mas" replied Rifka. I don't know what my sister still wants to do here. If Mas Gibran and Mbak Diva, it has not finished feeding Nayla and Sheila.

"Mas, this is the phone." Rifka suddenly thrusts Mas Farhan's phone. I took a deep breath. I silently growled in my heart to see what he was doing.

My sister doesn't know the situation and condition once, huh? He could have done that while most of the family members were still in the dining room. What does it mean try? I thought he would give the phone directly to Mas Farhan without anyone knowing. Why is it given at times like these? Did he not know that Father, Mas Gibran and Mas Reza, were already staring bullyingly at him?

I could only remain silent as I continued to take deep breaths, constantly trying to suppress the ego from getting out of control.

Mas Farhan accepted it. "Ah, yes. Th-thank you, Rifka."

"Why can Farhan's HP be with you, Ka?"

Look at my first brother's response. Usually it was Mas Reza who immediately rebuked, this time it was Mas Gibran. He who was originally busy persuading Sheila to immediately finish his breakfast, immediately turned his head when Rifka made a sound earlier. I became suddenly hot cold, afraid that Dad, especially Mas Reza, also suspicious.

Rifka seemed to be gnawing for a moment. "That's .. ta-so I found Mas Farhan's HP in the garden next to the house, Mas."

"Can't you tell if it's Farhan's phone?" This time it was Mas Reza. The atmosphere of the dining room that was not too hot, suddenly very hot. Sultry taste.

"So Najwa's mother called the HP, so I knew that it was Mas Farhan's HP."

Right, guys? The voice of the woman was Rifka. Yes, my first brother picked up his phone. That way, should I not be suspicious of them?

"Oh, yes, Mas. That's Najwa's number What's the new number, huh? Mas Farhan didn't save Najwa's number?"

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Hi, I came with an answer in the previous part. He-he. Happy stirring with the behavior of Rifka, yes. Ha-ha-ha.

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Sumenep, Madura, East Java

Wednesday, 11 August 2021