Look At Me Once

Number One

Sunday arrived, according to his words Lathifa did not join Anisa and her husband attended the event at the boarding school. He had to prepare breakfast by himself because the two people who usually ate with one table with him had left since dawn.

“Hah, it's quiet this house,” said Lathifa not excited.

The two-story mansion was only himself a resident, even mbok Ijah and her husband, Mr. Ahmad, was allowed to return to their hometown for the next month.

While concocting the materials and combat equipment, Lathifa's tiny lips by itself echoed an old song of the 90s era titled ‘Angka Satu’ popularized by Caca Handika. A song that was popular even before he was born in this world.

Cook it yourself

Eat your own food

Wash your own clothes

My own sleep ...

Love I don't have

Neither does the lover,

Everything has gone

Don't know where ...

Life feels stiff

Like number one

Wanna now languish

“Duh, what the hell is the Fa? Ngaco you!” oceh Lathifa felt amused to realize she was singing dangdut songs, even though she was not too fond of songs with the genre.

“Indeed the lyrics describe me very much at the moment, at home alone nothing,” grumbled Lathifa as her hands were busy with cooking ingredients.

Nah!

Lathifa smashed the wooden spatula in her hand onto the kitchen table quite hard.

“Huh! Even exactly I do not have a lover,” upset Lathifa felt the song was making fun of her.

“There is a husband, but what person can it be called a lover?” asked Lathifa with a gloomy face.

“Oh, what a pity you are young ..” said Lathifa listlessly, he put back his cooking utensils and decided to buy breakfast outside only.

Lathifa felt that her mood this morning was very uncomfortable. Lathifa felt annoyed by Alwi's attitude, because her husband's attitude that began to warm up a little somehow the last few days returned cold to her.

Lathifa rushed back into her room, without waiting for long Lathifa came out in a navy-colored suit with a gray complexion adorning her. With a small black sling bag, she rode her motorcycle leaving her husband's house.

**

The atmosphere in the pesantren looks very crowded, this morning held a walimatul ursy wedding of Mr. Aaron's biological father Zahran.

Although only a simple celebration, but the guests who attended quite a lot to meet the pesantren page and managed to add to the bustle of the students there.

In the living room, all the boarding families are gathering, although without the presence of two parents Anisa who can not attend because of their work, but Anisa already feels quite happy.

Moreover, this is the first time he met his cousin who had never been known of his existence by the entire boarding family.

“How, Mbak. Right what I said, wasn't it?” zahran asked enthusiastically to Anisa who was sitting not far from where she was sitting.

“Isn't Zahra very similar to Mbak Nisa?” zahran.

“Iya, Deck. You must be happy to have a sister as beautiful as Zahra,” Anisa replied as she stared at the woman sitting opposite her.

Anisa hasn't had much conversation with her cousin, Zahra. Because since the show has not started, her husband always sticks and dominates the existence of Zahra.

“But I prefer the same Sister Nisa, Sister Nisa is more beautiful!” zahran's chirping made the figure of the burly man sitting beside Zahra cast a sharp glare towards him.

“Why? Indeed the reality is more beautiful Mbak Nisa, your wife just can not wear the hijab properly,” taunted Zahran, “If you do not like it already, do not look at me like that!”

Zahra who heard the insinuations from her brother did not feel angry, instead she felt embarrassed because of the events yesterday that made her a spectacle material santri who was on the move in front of Ndalem.

“Hehe, sorry,” great-grandson Zahra feels guilty.

“Haha, your base is yes.” Zahran scrambled the tip of her sister's head but was immediately pushed aside by Zain, her husband Zahra.

“Dih, stingy base! Very possessive of your husband, I am his brother!” zahran protest is upset.

“Honey, shameful to see so many people,” whispered Zahra quietly to her husband.

“Why? They also do not feel disturbed,” elak Zain, “I am your husband, so there is no problem, is not?”

“But, kan-”

“What did I do wrong, Pa, Abi?” zain asked his father-in-law and Ustaz Hamizan, who was answered only with a smile and a head-butt from both of them.

“Ya .. yes .. rice world belongs to both, others just hitchhiking,” Zahran chirps make everyone laugh because of his words.

“Oh yes, Zahra. You are only 19 years old, right?” ask Anisa.

“Iya, Mbak.”

“It so happens, next time when you visit here I will invite Lathifa too, maybe you two are suitable because of the same age.”

“Who Lathifa Mbak?” asked Zahran quickly, he immediately remembered the girl who had accidentally collided with him. “What women used to come with you?”

“Yes, have you seen it, Dek?” ask Anisa.

“Enter once.”

“Where? You met a girl Gus?” investigate Umi by looking closely at Zahran.

“Eh, don't think weird Umi. I just accidentally met him on the back road when he was looking for a toilet,” Zahran explained.

“Oh, cyraine. Watch out for you if you dare to mess around!” mencam Umi, although spoken with a soft tone but managed to make Zahran feel ketar ketir.

“Iya, Umi.”

Anisa who saw Zahran's behavior just smiled, while Alwi was busy with his conversation with Ustaz Hamizan and Mr. Aaron.

After performing the Ashar prayers in the pesantren, Alwi and Anisa say goodbye to Ustaz Hamizan, and Umi Maryam and other families.

Along the way, the faces of the couple were seen to emit a light of happiness, calmness without the slightest look of sadness.

Alwi was busy with the steering wheel, but his left hand was busy holding the wife's hand.

“Front month papa and mama plan to return to Indonesia, Mas.”

“Good, later we visit their home,” replied Alwi without taking his eyes off the streets.

“Change and Umi also seems to be visiting Indonesia, right?” ask Anisa to make sure.

“Iya, only they did not say the date and day.”

“Ya already, later I ask again to Umi to make sure.”

Not long after, the car that took them both arrived at the housing. Alwi stops his car in front of the gate and prevents Anisa when the woman wants to get out and open the gate for their car to get in.

“You just wait here, honey. Let me open the gate.”

Alwi and Anisa enter the house, but the house is very quiet and dark without a single light burning.

“Where is Lathifa?” anisa asked as she walked towards the wall to swallow the scalar lamp.

“The boy's habit! It's big too still like to play, you tell him to reduce his bad habits, Nis!” alwi said with a slightly annoyed tone.

“Mas-” Anisa did not continue her sentence when she found her husband's face immediately changed, let alone her husband calling her by name, not the affection that has been her calling all along.

“I go up first, want a sultry bath,” said Alwi before passing leaving Anisa who sighed heavily staring at the departure of her husband.