Love Children Pesantren

About Durian

A month has passed....

It is one month old at the moment of their marriage. One month they lived like a normal couple. No discussions, everything is going well. Give each other attention, affection and understand each other.

At 03:57 Fariz woke up from his sleep. His hand touched the bed beside him. Blank. His eyes are pointing in front. In the dark, Aisyah sat on her alphabet, pouting her memorization. The girl is seen using mukena, may have finished praying tahajud. So Fariz immediately woke up, he walked towards the toilet to take ablution. Hold the prayer rug, then start performing tahajud prayers two rakaat. Followed by recitation and prayer. When it was over, Fariz immediately brought himself closer to Aisyah. He rested his head on the lap of the girl sitting cross-legged. Listening to the recitation of the Qur'an that his wife was reading.

وَإِذْ قَالَ لُقْمَانُ لِابْنِهِ وَهُوَ يَعِظُهُ يَا بُنَيَّ لَا تُشْرِكْ بِاللَّهِ ۖ إِنَّ الشِّرْكَ لَظُلْمٌ عَظِيمٌ(١٣)وَوَصَّيْنَا الْإِنْسَانَ بِوَالِدَيْهِ حَمَلَتْهُ أُمُّهُ وَهْنًا عَلَىٰ وَهْنٍ وَفِصَالُهُ فِي عَامَيْنِ أَنِ اشْكُرْ لِي وَلِوَالِدَيْكَ إِلَيَّ الْمَصِيرُ(١٤) وَاِنْ جَاهَدٰكَ عَلٰٓى اَنْ تُشْرِكَ بِيْ مَا لَيْسَ لَكَ بِهٖ عِلْمٌ فَلَا تُطِعْهُمَا وَصَاحِبْهُمَا فِى الدُّنْيَا مَعْرُوْفًا ۖوَّاتَّبِعْ سَبِيْلَ مَنْ اَنَابَ اِلَيَّۚ ثُمَّ اِلَيَّ مَرْجِعُكُمْ فَاُنَبِّئُكُمْ بِمَا كُنْتُمْ تَعْمَلُوْنَ(١٥)

“And (remember) when Luqman said to his son, as he taught him: “Hi my son, do not associate with Allah, indeed associating (God) is a great injustice”. And We commanded man (to do good) to his two mothers; his mother conceived him in a state of increasing weakness, and weaned him in two years. Give thanks to Me and to your two parents, only to Me your return. And if they compel you to associate Me with something that you have no knowledge of, then do not obey them both, and associate them in the world well, follow the path of the one who returns to Me. Then to Me your return, I will tell you what you have done."

The reading continued until Fariz slowly closed his eyes. Falling asleep in Aisyah's lap. Just five minutes before the dawn prayer, Aisyah ended her reading by reading Tashdiq. His eyes were closed as he read the Qur'an looking down. Looking at Fariz in the darkness that was now really close to his eyes. At the end of this man often sleeps on his lap.

Aisyah's hand began to touch Fariz's head, rubbing her gently. His mouth returned to recite dhikr. Adhan's voice began to sound unfeelably, five minutes as quickly as it passed. Aisha began to wake Fariz.

"Sir, wake up Adhan..." Lirih. "Not awake...." Aisyah patted Fariz's cheek gently. "Sir, dawn prayers already adhan."

Fariz started to open his eyes, he woke up and took a sitting position. It always feels good when he sleeps on Aisha's lap. It's convenient. "Gue take ablution first ya..." Aisyah nodded. Fariz stood up and walked to the toilet. When finished, now it is Aisyah's turn to go to the toilet to take ablution. Both of them immediately performed the dawn prayer. With Fariz in front, and Aisyah behind him on the right. They pray together, Imam and Makmum. When Fariz read Al Fatihah, Aisyah who guaranteed, when Fariz predicted his prayer after the prayer was finished also Aisha who guaranteed. One amen in their prayers and prayers.

After praying, Fariz turned her back. Aisyah began to shake and kiss the back of her husband's hand. "Dad..." Call Fariz. Aisyah raised both her eyebrows. Ask what's up?

"Let go to Mukena Lo..." Her request.

Aisyah nodded.

Without further ado she took the veil that was draped on the sofa. Then the door starts off, but not completely. Only half. Aisyah's hands began to slip inside, and she wore a hijab inside the face. Fariz could only be silent to see his wife, why was she so reluctant to show her hair? Even if it was to him.

"Dad..." Call Fariz to Aisyah who is folding her face when the hijab is properly attached perfectly cover her aura. "Gue wants to see Lo without the hijab." Fariz said honestly.

"Hm? But... Aisha is ashamed."

"Cock shy? Why?" Ask Fariz. During the wedding, she always cast a shadow with Aisyah's hair. Imagine what if his wife took off her hijab, showing how her hair was. Straight is? Kriting huh? Short or long? A lot or a little? Saucer or not. That's what I always imagined.

But Aisyah never gave him a chance at it all. She always takes off her hijab when she's in the toilet. Besides that never. She always sleeps, too. It was as if he did not want to show his aura to anyone but himself. Because the hijab is very attached to Aisyah. It's like the clothes that are attached to us. Which is sure we will object and be embarrassed if it is released in front of people, even if it is a husband.

"When is it. Aisyah wants to go to the kitchen, help mama cook. " Aisha answered with a smile and stood up. Remove mukena subordinates and fold them together prayer mats. Put it on the couch. He started walking out. As his two footsteps walked, Fariz held onto his wrist. Restrain, lest the girl leave first.

Fariz stood up, positioning his body right in front of Aisyah. "Dad, just this one time. Open hijab Lo. I want to see." Said Fariz who was dead curious.

Aisyah sighed softly. Yes, he knows it's halal. Ah, but still the name is not used to do what else? Even she rarely opens the hijab in front of her abinya Umi. Fariz gave the most serious look to Aisyah. "Dad..." His call made Aisyah who had been lowered, raise her head to look at him.

Fariz's hand began to lift. Hijab Aisyah began to hold it, then pulled slowly until it really came off. Throw the hijab on the bed. Actually Aisyah wants to hold back, but yes how. He could only be silent.

Fariz. The girl's hair was in the ponytail. His feet began to move closer. His body is slightly inclined

forwards. His hands began to slip behind the girl, holding the pigtails and then slowly pulling them. Aisyah just kept quiet. He held his breath as Fariz's chest field was so close to his face. The smell of the man was so easily smelled by his nose.

When Aisyah's pigtails were released, Fariz re-positioned her body as before. Silently, stunned to see Aisyah's hair that was so thick and black with a length exceeding the shoulders. Straight but slightly bumpy on the bottom. His lips started to smile seeing that.

Fariz walked towards the sleeping light table, picking up the new red rectangular box he bought yesterday. He walked back towards Aisha. "Try using this..." He showed me a gold necklace in the box.

Aisyah nodded. He turned his back to Fariz. All of her hair is made one and directed entirely to the right side. Fariz's hand started to point forward. Pairing the necklace around his wife's neck.

"Where?" Ask her. Aisyah turned her body against Fariz.

"Good brother." Answer with a smile.

Seeing a necklace that was so suitable to be worn by his wife made Fariz increasingly silent to digest the beauty he was currently seeing. His head began to move forward, approaching

to Aisyah's ears. "Lo pretty." His whisper at such a close distance.

It was that closeness that made his ignorant soul appear. His lips that had just whispered into Ayesha's ears, began to be pointed to the side. Slowly his head forward, until the distance between his lips and Aisyah's cheeks can no longer be counted either how much 0, cm at this time.

A little more, so close. Sedikiiiiit again almost hit and

Tok tok...

Aisyah immediately moved quickly to pick up her hijab. Wear it quickly. The thing that made Fariz grunt. Door opens.

"Hey, what are you guys doing? Keep aging." Mama Fariz said by going inside. "It's mama's making anget tea, it's cold again.

At the drink yes..."

"Yes ma. Thanks." Thanks." Reply Aisyah.

"It's the same."

"Ma, what do you want to cook for breakfast this morning?" Ask aisyah.

"Fried rice."

"Bantu Ayesha."

"Oh no need. It's fried rice."

"No papa ma. Aisha help you..."

"Yes, I'm waiting in the kitchen." Answer her mother and go back.

"Dad..." Call Fariz in a Still upset tone.

"Yes?"

"Let's help her mama, it's the same here as me."

"If later, the hunt is finished cooking, brother. Yes, Aisha go first." His words by stepping but again held by Fariz.

"Dad, we've never had the first night..." Fariz. "So I want to share the same duren lo. Even if it's late."

Aisyah smiled. "Well, is it too late? It is not too late. Yes, we will share the same duren."

Fariz smiled widely. Huh, his heart cheered with excitement. "Related?"

"Yes. But Aisyah help mama first huh..."

Fariz nodded steadily. After getting permission, Aisyah walked out.

Fariz clenched both of his hands. "YES...!! Finally what I'm waiting for!!" Her cheer that was so happy was unstoppable like someone who had just won a precious and prestigious race.

•••••

Fariz walked towards the kitchen. He will ask and ask when it will be done. "Where is Ayesha?" He asked when he did not find Aisyah in the kitchen.

"Oh, I told Bu Inah to shop for cooking ingredients in the market. And Aisyah went along, saying there was something she wanted to buy."

Fariz nodded. "Old ga ma?"

"Maybe. That's a lot of shopping."

"Just left or it's already been."

"New. What do you want to do? You were together with Aisyah. Not satisfied?"

"Yes, it's not ma. It wasn't anything else that mom came."

"What exactly is what?" Ask the hooka who arrived.

"Strill the plant." Fariz replied with pleasure.

"Yes, while waiting mbak Aisyah home can't nyiapin ingredients." Reply kaila lightly.

"Emang Lo knows what material?"

"Yes know it. Easy."

"Lo udan ever??" Ask Fariz.

"Yes it is. That's doang ma, cook never!"

"SAMA WHO??! HA?" Fariz asked angry. A child can do something like that.

Kaila frowned. "Well, what the hell?"

"YES WHO ARE YOU? IF ONLY HE DIDN'T WANT TO TAKE RESPONSIBILITY WHAT IF SAMPE HAPPENED WHAT WOULD BE THE SAME WITH YOU! YOU'RE STILL A LITTLE GIRL, WATCH THE COMPANY!"

Kaila looked confused. "Wait a minute, what's the responsibility? Keep association? What is wrong with planting bang?"

"Fariz calm your emotions." Say mother.

"Ga can calm down ma. How can she...if she is pregnant? Kaila is a kid!!"

"Eh bang! Ngadi Ngadi lo!!! Why talk about being pregnant??! Gini yes bang, we will grow crops. It has to be prepared first for the material. For example like grape seedlings, fertilizer, fertile soil, water like that. This is Brother why the hell?" Kaila asked annoyed. "Everyone can grow crops, why should keep the association? Talk about being pregnant!! Not if the planting is good. If the tree grows, we will reap. Good fruit, good flowers, shady trees. How the hell? What's my trance already???"

"Lo Maksut planting in the ground?? Which tree is that?" Ask Fariz.

"Yes yes!! Where do they grow crops?? In room? On tile? In toilets? Ngadi lo bang!! How can the tree grow."

Mama Fariz was speechless holding back laughter over the small misunderstanding that occurred. Fariz was relieved. Fortunately his sister was still innocent.

"So, bang Fariz want to grow what fruit?? Or what plant?" Ask kaila.

"I don't understand Lo. It's a little girl."

"iih, big gini said he was a kid."

Fariz walked out of the kitchen. He walked back to the room.

•••••

Tok tok...

Aisha opened the door. "Sister, breakfast first."

Fariz got off the bed and rushed over. "When's dad?"

"When what?"

"The duren." Answer Fariz.

"Oh, I'll finish breakfast."

"Rare you sure you're done with breakfast? Not too bad."

"Let's have breakfast. But if it's the same double night ain't papa."

Fariz's eyes were rounded. "Are you sure??" Ask her spirit. His heart is so passionate.

"Yes. But breakfast is first."

Fariz nodded.

The two of them walked towards the dining table. Breakfast together this morning. From now on, Fariz could only smile by looking at Aisyah. His sense of impatience continued to increase. Imagining what kind of movements he would do with Aisyah. Fariz sped up his eating. "Udah out, Shah come to the room." Bring along.

"Lho Riz, what's the hunt??" Ask mother.

"Eh bentar yes brother. Aisha had not finished eating. After this, Aisyah has to help Ms. Inah wash her dishes first."

"Riz, sit down first. Let Aisha eat." Papa's law.

Fariz sighed slowly. He sat back in his chair, training his heart to Patience.

After everything was done, Aisyah cleaned all the dishes and put them in the kitchen to wash. After all the dishes have been cleaned, he immediately cleaned the table and arranged it to look neat as usual.

"Dad, isn't it done yet?" Ask Fariz.

"Udah is."

"Yes, if so now."

"By duren?" Ask Aisyah to clarify.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Oh if so wait a minute." Said Aisyah by walking towards the kitchen. He soon returned with his bag of groceries. Put it on the table. Take out what's in it.

"Tadaaa.nah this is sis. Now the part. Aisha take the knife first."

"Huh??"

"Huh? Huh what?" Aisyah asked as she looked at Fariz who was looking at her with a different look. I don't know what that look is, he can't explain.

Aisyah sped up her footsteps to pick up the knife and bring it to the dining table. "So don't know ga, this is the durian is plump. Ayesha chose a large, slabed flesh to be more satisfied."

Fariz's legs suddenly relaxed. He looked at Aisyah disappointed. Her happiness and spirit were gone. Beautiful things have been imagined in his mind, but it turns out that his wife is not as she thought. Still plain.

"So far, Aisyah bought in four of you, so you can eat together." Say Aisyah again. By removing the remaining durian that is still in his shopping bag.

"Wih, what did you buy?" Ask the new one coming.

"Durians. Wanna?"

"Can. Just buy durian mbak? Don't buy any other fruit?"

"Sister Fariz wanted durian. Not another fruit."

"Oh that. Why not buy watermelon? Let's cut watermelon. It's so nice to know it's just right at lunch."

"Yes, this is his knife." Aisyah brought the knife closer to Fariz. With annoyance, disappointment, weakness and other flavors that exist because of his happiness collapsed immediately Fariz began to split durian. Huuh, it's really upset.

"Let's split the durennya..part the durennnya now...now also..now also!!" Sing with applause. For a long time he had not eaten the king of this fruit, of course kangen. "Come dong bang, the little spirit. Lemes. If you want to split duren it must have extra energy." Kaila. "Bak, earlier Fariz bang also want to grow crops lhoh same mbak."

"Oh yeah? When brother? Brother want to plant what?"

"Ga is." Answer Fariz jutek.

"Why?"

"Pity my wife."

Aisyah was confused. "Most brow? Kok kasian sama Aisyah's. Why?"

"Gue doesn't want to ruin his innocence."

Aisyah frowned confusedly. Despite many questions about Fariz's answer in her mind, she chose to be quiet.

When the durian actually split in two, Fariz immediately walked away. He didn't like the smell of it at all. He pinched his nose with his index finger and thumb. Not willing if the smell of durian was in peeling his nostrils, tickling the fine hairs of his nose and disturbing the peace of the people who live in it. Which makes it uncomfortable and wants to vomit when the smell comes in.

"Sister, why is it there? It's durian at the meal." Aisyah.

"He'em enwak bangwet!!" Answer the kaila by chewing the durian voraciously. "Cap chubby, twebel meat. Tasty. Try it bang."

"No! I don't like it."

"But that was the brother who asked for the duren, right? How do you not like it now?" Ask Aisyah. Though he had asked for it, and when Aisyah assented Fariz also looked so happy and excited.

"It's not durian fruit I mean!" Fariz answered and walked away. The smell of duriannya so pungent he could not bear to not get into his nostrils.

"Not durian fruit? What durian is it?" Gumam Aisyah asked puzzledly.

Kaila was silent too. He started taking his phone. "Try searching on google ah..." He mumbled, typing something on his phone screen. A few moments his mouth was open.

"Huh? So what the durian means is mbak."

Aisha was getting confused by him. "I'm a durian?" Her question doesn't understand.

"No, the durian was changed to mbak."

Aisyah. Duren gap. If the durian is changed, then the one in the split?? Aisyah gaping. He touched his body. "Huh? Then later the body mbak on the dong side?! If on the other side it will be dead..." The answer is between fear and worry.

"Why did he die?"

"And the body mbak on the side using a knife instead of durian is that right? It will be possible to die on the other side." Aisyah replied horrifiedly imagining it. No no, no, he wouldn't do that. Yeah, he's not gonna split duren with Fariz. It never will. He still loves his life. He wanted to die well, not by being on the other side like that. So mean.

"That's not what you are!!! It's you know..." Kaila thrust her search results so that it can be read by Aisyah.

After reading it, there was a hint of relief in his heart. But still, he was the type of person who was easily amused. When it comes to that, he is also reluctant to do so. Huuh, at least his life will not float.

From upstairs, Fariz was actually observing their conversation and patted her head. "Oh my God, why is my wife so innocent??" Ask him to complain.

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