Like Rubbish

With Raisya.

"Mas is leaving." Mas Doni kissed my forehead before leaving.

"Be careful on the street." I kissed her hand.

"Assalamualaik." Doni has not moved.

"Mosur." I gave her a sweet smile.

Then my husband stepped up with a smile. Doni passed by with his car.

Another car appeared and stopped in front of the gate. Mr. Mul opened the gate that was just closed earlier. The car came in. Someone get down from there, Raisya.

It is only fitting that Mr. Mul directly opened the gate without investigating first. Raisya and Riki are indeed not strangers to Doni's mas, so surely Mr. Mul will recognize their car.

"Morning mbak." Raisya greeted complete with an arch on her red lips.

"Morning, assalamualaikum." Not want so sholehah, but fellow Muslims should indeed give greetings because the contents are not only greetings but also in the form of safety prayers for people who are greeted.

"Mosur." Raisya answered while smirking his head.

"Let's go in."

Raisya follows me who has walked first in front of him. He sat in the guest chair.

"What do you drink ?"

"Not to mbak. Just for a second. Ma'am just sit here. I want to talk to you. I'll have to go to the office." Raisya patted the empty place telling me to fill it.

I also sat next to him.

"Mother."

Mbak's call for me doesn't matter even though I'm younger than him. I know Raisya wants to respect me more as the wife of the man she already considers her own biological sister. And actually I was a little uncomfortable just calling her name, but that was indeed her request. Once I called him mbak, he refused because he said impressed old.

"Sir, I gave my number to Riki. I forgot not to say to mbak, run out Riki maksa mas really."

It feels lazy to discuss things related to her brother Raisya. I was also a little annoyed at this girl beside me. But he seems very sorry. So yes, I'm going to shake all my frustrations.

"Sorry mbak. Angry boy, huh ? did Riki bother you ?"

"Next time before giving someone a number you have to give permission first to the same person. Not just the same thing." I tried to subtly advise him.

"Yes I understand. Sorry, yes ?! but my brother doesn't bother you, does he ?!"

"No." Actually Riki has harassed me but there is no way I can also tell his sister.

"Mbak only limits himself to men who are not muhrim. Although Mas Doni and Mas Riki are best friends but do not want to be too close to other men. Fear of slander."

"That means I'm sorry I dong."

"Yes of course."

Raisya was excited and immediately hugged me.

"Thank you mbak. I'm saying yes now." Raisya cipika-cipiki first to me. Habits of women.

Raisya got up from her seat and walked away. But only a few steps did he stop and turn around.

"Assalamualaik." Raisya said a greeting while smiling.

"Mosur." After I answered her greeting complete with a smile, Raisya left while waving his hand.

Sometimes I feel that Raisya's attitude is kind of childish he doesn't want me to call mbak. But so far I've seen she's a good woman.

"Mother." Raisya was nongol again at the door.

"Why ?"

"Later Sunday I will walk. Please.count as an apology, I'll deal with whatever you want." Raisya was still standing there with a clear face. Both hands are cupped.

"In shaa Allah. Ma'am ask permission first with Doni."

"OK." Raisya.

"Mosur."

Is Raisya going back again ? it seems like he's really gone now.

"Who was that ?" mother just got out of the room and immediately approached.

"Raisya, Riki's brother Doni's best friend. Their relationship is like a sibling."

I invited my mother to sit down to be more comfortable when talking.

"Raisya takes the Holy Way on Sunday."

"Begging your husband's permission first." Mother's advice.

"But I'd better refuse Raisya's invitation, if I walk the same way she later mother at home there is no cement."

"Kalo Doni let it go, you just go. Every day you are at home, it does not matter if you want to drive away saturation. Just don't go with a guy who's not a mahram."

"But mom's lonely later." My speech.

"Don't think about mom, your guy just went for the road, not where you want to go. Don't worry too much." Mom patted my shoulder slowly.

"Sacred permission used to be the same as Doni if that."

***

Me and Doni were lying on the bed.

"Mas, may I go with Raisya next week ?

"Way where ?"

"Not yet, most to the mall or to the cafe maybe."

"You want to, just go. It will not be banned. Raisya's a good girl she won't harm my wife." Mas Doni pinched slowly both of my cheeks.

"That means yes. But pity me there's no cement."

"There's me who's nemenin' mom."

"Thank you for that."

A sunny Sunday seemed to support my and Raisya's plans for sightseeing. I picked up Raisya with his car. He took me to a mall.

Raisya pulled me to follow her picking some clothes. There were so many clothes that he chose.

"Pick a dress for mbak, don't look at me. I paid for it."

"Not to."

"This boy, come on !" Raisya pulled my hand back.

This place does provide complete clothing ranging from baby clothes to adults with various models, Muslim clothes are also widely available here.

Raisya told me to pick a few clothes while she tried on her choice of clothes earlier. Actually I'm not comfortable if I have to buy clothes with Raisya's money. But...

"You don't want me to buy these clothes, it means I haven't forgiven my mistake yesterday." That's what Raisya said.

I chose the usual game model, complete with a hijab in light ash.

"Where is mbak ? I'm pretty, aren't I ?" Raisya tried on her choice of clothes.

"Pretty." But I can't tell you that the shirt is too open. Afraid he's offended.

Raisya smiled and went back into the dressing room trying on her other clothes. He came out again and asked for my opinion. So on up to ten times.

All his clothes showed aurat. But I dare not advise him. I am sure as a Muslim he also knew that the woman had to close her aura perfectly. But it seems that his heart has not felt that he has sinned by indulging in aurat. I hope one day Raisya gets guidance.

Not so true, but I would be very happy if the people around me could live better.