Lightly Longing

Spirit Makes Children

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Hit him in the afternoon, the teachers have come to meet Mr. Arbi's invitation. I try to look my best. Although my clothes aren't all here yet.

They entered one by one on the front porch. I helped Mr. Arbi take out a glass and a cold drink. Yes, this scorching hot weather is perfect if they are greeted with cucumber ice.

"Waduh, ice cucumber. I was afraid to drink, Miss Ananta," exclaimed Bu Lubis who was very strong in terms of joking.

"Why, Mom? Kan seger, drink it that way."

"Ah, Miss Ananta Kayak who has no experience, "he said that poked my shoulder. "I'm a bitch, ma'am," she whispered, which made me ashamed to hear her words.

Mr. Arbi who might have heard that immediately smiled knotty. Mr. Arbi handed out drinks to three male teachers including the principal.

The house is quiet so noisy, do not forget Mr. Arbi issued his sound system. Borrowing karaoke belonging to his mother Princess who said Mr. Arbi karaokean hobby.

Indeed, not all teachers like to sing, just let it not be too quiet. Mr. Arbi told them to eat, I've prepared it at the front desk. All take a plate. The menu I was cooking was already plastered in front of them.

"Who's cooking, Mom?" asked Ms. Afifah with widened eyes.

"I, Mum."

"Pantes Pak Arbi chose Bu Ananta, the cook turned out," said Bu Afifah as he glanced at Mr. Arbi who was seen scratching his temple.

After the meal, a teacher-style singing session occurred. Although the sound and music sometimes do not connect, they are quite happy to enjoy the entertainment. Especially if on this weekend, they must be busy with the routine at home.

I used to feel that way, saturated with that activity. I sat next to Mr. Arbi, he just kept holding my finger.

He said this morning, still floating. I haven't given an answer to that. I'm not sure if I can get pregnant or not.

The proof, after years of doing it, I still have not been lucky to hold a baby. Had done it with Tama too, not yet pregnant.

in fact, clearly Tama already has children. I don't know where the mistake was. Fad Mr. Santo invited Mr. Arbi to sing, this tall man slowly released his hand.

"You don't stick around anyway, Mas. Looking at the newlyweds, I have also felt that," taunted Mr. Santo who made Mr. Arbi shy and shy. So do I.

"Come, sing, Ta" she asked, holding the microphone, with a waving hand asking me to join her.

"You are the same as Mr. Santo. I'll be followed, yeah."

"Okay, honey." Mr. Arbi plays one eye that makes other mothers cheer to disturb him.

"Sir Arbi is the same as Mom?"

"I don't know, sometimes it's silly of him" said I, who slowly looked down.

"Now, is Miss Ananta happier?" ask Ms. Afifah, which makes it difficult for me to answer.

Ms. Lubis gently brushed my shoulder, she who was far above us all had more experience with life.

"Bu Ananta, the past gives students life for us and we cannot change it. Achieve the happiness of the Mother now, the video that yesterday made learning for Mother to be a better person."

"Thank you, Mom."

Ms. Lubis approached Mr. Santo, asking for a microphone held by Mr. Arbi. Apparently, this middle-aged woman with glasses, wanted to do a duet with her old best friend.

The two have been friends since college. That's what I heard from the teachers.

~Love, now you're coming too. Hit two people, yourself me.

Careful love can bring, sorrow

Circle limit that always brings, like~

It is an old song that both of them sing. I myself, so liked the song after hearing the lyrics full of moral messages.

Satisfied singing, Mr. Santo and Ms. Lubis gave the microphone to both of us. They say, it does not feel afdhol if the bride does not enliven the event we made.

"As far as you are, my dear."

"Judika's song, yes. Till the end."

I'm concerned with his choice, he who contributes more of his voice. Many of them applauded to see us sing.

"Hugs, hugs," said Bu Afifah who was frenzied himself. Welcomed with other mothers, I covered my face. Hiding behind a microphone and clenched hands.

Azan Ashar's voice rang out, we stopped the fun activity. Some of them attended prayers with Mr. Arbi to the mosque not far from home.

Leaving me and Ms. Afifah. I don't know my reasons yet, why I didn't do that.

"Mom" called Ms. Afifah whose eyes were on me.

"Yes, Mom. Want some more ice?" I asked him to see the glass in his hand was empty.

"Ck! Not."

"Why can you marry Arbi?"

"Hem, it wasn't on purpose, ma'am."

"What's? Not intentionally? Not intentionally with Mr. Arbi, how about intentionally!" then he clapped his hands.

"What the hell, Mom. If it is deliberately dapetnya like Bang Satria," said I quickly that made the girl in purple hijab glanced sharply at me.

"Hehe. That's shortened, so BangSat, Mom."

"Eh, yeah, yeah. Haha, I just realized, yeah."

"Where's the story, Mom?"

I. told the story of our accidental marriage from beginning to end. Until yesterday that Mr. Arbi was chased by his fans.

"Yes, Mom. The serem is a fan of Mr. Arbi. They'll wait for Mr. Arbi in the toilet, you know."

I glared in disbelief at what Ms. Afifah said, as bad as it turned out to be out there.

"Seriously, Mom?"

"Yes, the girls' students on don't accept that Mr. Arbi is married. But you're okay, aren't you?"

"Thank God, it's okay, ma'am."

"Until the end, the principal took legal action if they were still anarchy towards Mr. Arbi. But, that's all happening at school, too, Mom. After getting out of the school environment, Mr. Arbi still followed them."

Hearing Ms. Afifah's words, I felt very guilty. I should not have married him. I still daydream with thoughts that go nowhere. My hair was being caressed by someone.

"Mas" I looked up, he was standing beside me.

"Morning daydream?"

"Ah, no."

"Mom Afifah, would you like another drink?"

"Ck! Husband and wife really compact, tanyain that."

We chuckled for a moment, Mr. Arbi is no longer ashamed to touch me in public. He actually showed more romantic attitude, I became afraid that he would be invaded by his fans again.

"Udah, afternoon, here" said Ms. Afifah who glanced at the clock on her wrist.

"Mom, we're going home, yeah. Long term. Mr. Arbi, the spirit of making children!" speak them with discordant voices. We just laughed at him.