Love Coiled Stains

Suri Perdana Lake

"Ma, pa Aku and Rea want to ask permission to return to Rea's hometown" said Arga asking permission to his parents.

Rina and Rudi looked back at Arga in confusion.

"Why are mom and dad looking at me like that? Is there anything strange?"

"Son, my mom is equally surprised by you. Why you should ask us for permission. Rea is not your wife, so she is halal for you and you are free to take her wherever you want" said Rina.

"Yes Ga, you asked permission to take Rea home. Now you want to bring Rea home, you ask permission" Rina stamped

Arga scratched his head that was not itchy. He was also confused by his behavior. Why should he ask permission to both parents should ask permission to bring girls people where they are still dating.

"Yes yes ma, I mean I just want to tell you guys not to worry later if Rea goes with me" said Arga misbehaved.

Rina and Rudi laughed off seeing her child misbehaving like that.

"When are your plans going?"

"Later ma, it was Rea still ready in his room" said Arga.

"Okay, later after arriving there, you do not forget to tell mom and dad. Keep sending greetings to his parents Rea yes there" said Rudi.

"Yes pa, I'll make it. Oh yes, I also want to go to the room first yes" Arga passed leaving his parents.

Rudi and Rina smiled amusedly at the sight of her son.

"Your son yes pa"

"Your son too ma" Rudi did not want to lose.

***

"Assalamualaikum buk, father" I said when we had arrived at the hometown where my house was. A house full of memories from my childhood there.

"Waalaikumsalam, Eh Rea. Why didn't he tell mom and dad?" Ask my mother to warmly welcome our arrival.

I kissed the back of my mother's hand and Arga kissed the back of my mother's hand.

"Currently open, let's give you a surprise" I replied.

"Where's buk's dad?" I asked him to find the whereabouts of the middle-aged man.

"Oh, he said to go to your sir's house. They haven't seen each other for a long time" my mother explained.

"Oh, that's it"

Arga seemed to pay attention to every corner of my stilt house. Maybe he felt confused somehow astonished by my simple house. It was so different from his palace-like home.

"Son Arga, thank you for bringing your son here. I'm so happy to see you guys" said my mother.

"Yes buk, equally" replied Arga trying to smile kindly.

***

"Rea, like her Arga has started to accept you" said my mother as I helped her cook in the kitchen.

"Yes buk. Thank God slowly Arga's attitude to me has begun to improve" Obviously I continue to cut onions.

"Mom's happy your Rea is like this. I'm always worried about your marriage and Arga's. I'm afraid you're not happy with Arga. And Arga treats you badly" said my mother, letting out all the turmoil in her heart.

"Alhamdulillah is not open. What you fear does not come true. The evidence is now that Arga has come here. Even he invited me to go home so I could let go of my miss to my mother and father" I explained again.

My mother and father had no idea that Arga had remarried to Sandra. I will not intentionally tell them this news. Because if I say that, my mom and dad can't take all this. And they will be sad. Which parents can see their children in honey.

"Assalamualaikum" There was a voice saying greetings from outside.

"Waalaikumsalam" answered the two of us. My father appeared from the front of my house.

"Eh, Rea. When did it arrive?" My father asked in shock at my sudden presence like this.

"Now well, not too long ago" I replied kissing the back of my father's hand.

"Only did you come back here? Arga's not coming?" Ask my Dad.

"Arga come along well, it's in the room. Sleeping, tired maybe because driving a vehicle too long" answered me.

"Oh, if you're alone" said my father.

"Not so"

"Dad's happy to see you and Arga. Like your household's already starting to improve"

"Yes well, thank God well, all this is thanks to prayers from both of you. Thanks yeah, buk. You've been praying for me all this time"

"Honey, obviously dong mom and dad pray for you son. You are our only child. The jewel of our hearts, if you are happy, we are happy" said my mother.

I smiled happily at my parents who loved and loved me so much. I am the luckiest person in the world because I have parents who love me so much. They are willing to sacrifice anything for my happiness. I think all parents must act the same for their children, right?

***

"Rea, cook rendang jengkol yes. Not her you like the mother's handcuffed jengkol rendang"

"Oh Mother, just know my favorite. I've also been very homesick with jengkol rendang cuisine from mother" said I am happy..

"Well, I happened to buy jengkol earlier in the stall. Your right step yes, just know if mom buys a jengkol you come home here"

"Yes buk, from last night I have already smelled that mom will cook rendang jengkol. That's why I came home" I joked.

"His looks are really fun to talk about" said Arga who suddenly appeared.

"Dad" Arga kissed the back of my father's hand.

"Yes yeah, just woke up. Oh yes mama and papa send greetings to both of you" he added again.

"Waalaikumsalam" answered my parents.

"Rea, take Arga around the village. See the atmosphere in the village. Bring him to visit our relatives here. Let them know each other" my father suggested.

"Yes" answered me.

"Yes Rea you should introduce me to your families later. About it we're not here long"

"Lo, not long here? When do you go back to Pekanbaru?" Ask my Dad.

"Possibly the day after tomorrow, the matter if the old vacation, fear of his work in the office even piled up" explained Arga.

"Yes, yes, too... " My Father said.

"Arga likes jengkol rendang?" Ask my mother who kept stirring the rendang she cooked earlier in the frying pan.

"Jengkol drums? Jengkol his masud?" Ask Arga

"Yes jengkol in the rendang cook. Delicious lo Ga" Obviously me again.

"I know jengkol but I've never eaten jengkol. You see papa and mama never masakin I jengkol until now"

"Well, later you try yes rendang jengkol cuisine I'm sure you will be addicted to wanting again, again and again" I explained.

"Yes, I'll try" Arga said.

***

My mother and I were busy serving the food we cooked earlier on the simple dining table in our house.

There is white rice, fried chicken, sambal telor and various lalapan do not miss the main menu that is very addictive is rendang jengkol.

"Let's Arga please eat" said my father.

"Yes yeah" answered Arga.

I took a plate of rice for Arga along with fried chicken, sambal an egg and did not forget I put a little rendang jengkol into the plate. Because he wanted to try what it was like to eat jengkol.

Arga had not put the food I had taken into his mouth. He was still watching me and my father so greedily we enjoyed the jengkol rendang cooked by my mother using white rice unnecessarily with the side dish.

Here are the jengkol lovers where when there is already jengkol that will be a side dish and do not need another side dish to eat with rice.

"Let's not try it" I told my husband.

Arga tried a bite of the jengkol I gave him earlier.

I could see that he closed his eyes as a funny facial expression appeared to us. Because only this time he felt the jengkol cooked by the mother.

Arga chewed on the jengkol that he bit earlier while enjoying the taste of jengkol cooked by my mother.

"It feels a little strange" he said.

"You're eating his rice with no side dishes?" Ask Arga to me. Honestly, he was surprised by you eating like this.

"No need Ga, this jengkol has become our side dish. If there is no side dish this is as a replacement. No need to cook expensive like meat or anything. This is a much needed jengkol. It beats the taste of meat. Emang for people who do not like it will ask what the hell makes you like the same jengkol instead of it feels strange? Well for those of us who are jengkol lovers will say it feels strange but what is addictive is the sensation of biting it" Obviously I again thrust a piece of jengkol into my mouth.

Arga was seen blinking his eyes a few times. Maybe it was weird to see us eating like this. It's okay, this is my family. This is what I hang so loving and very fond of jengkol. Made whatever I like. Rendang, sambal or kelio I ate without using side dishes.

***

I took Arga to visit my brother's house in my hometown. I introduced Arga to them. They welcomed us warmly and kindly..

How happy I felt then when Arga was willing to meet my brothers in the village. It's an honor for me because Arga is slowly accepting me and my family in his life.

Hopefully Arga's attitude will continue like this to me even when Sandra was with him. But he was still sweet and could accept me and my family in his life. That is my hope.

After visiting my brother's house, I invited the price to go to one of the tours in my village. Namely Telaga Suri Perdana is an artificial lake created due to heavy rain that causes flooding in the vacant land in the pertamina complex. So that resulted in a lot of water puddles that were there. And in the end the Pertamina parties decided to make an artificial lake as a tourist spot for the people in my village..

The games that are there are also diverse as a place to relieve fatigue and fatigue. Like playing duck, water bike, speed boat to surround the lake. For children there are car games, coloring and much more. So that on Saturday or Sunday when children are off school, many parents take them there to entertain their children who have been tired of facing lesson after lesson in their school.

Arga and I chose to play duck. We pedaled the duck by working together. Right now I am very happy to be able to enjoy the tourist destinations in my village with the people I love. He has now become my husband.

***

"Oh, so tired" I said as we got home. We arrived home at nine. Where if in my village at nine o'clock that night there are no more people wandering outside the house. They must have slept or spent time with family to just watch television.

I yawned because I felt tired in my body. Well the journey from the city of Pekanbaru to my village takes approximately four to five hours. And from earlier I have not been at all rest even though just lying down just straightened my waist-waists that felt gout. However, I chose to help my mother cook in the kitchen after that I took Arga around the village to get acquainted with my relatives and took him to enjoy the tour in my village..

Until nightfall, I could only feel the extreme fatigue in this body. I stretched out the thin mattress that was in my room. My arga let him sleep on my soft mattress that I used to use to rest when I was in this house.

At the moment Arga chose to chat with my father in the living room. I choose to sleep.

***

Arga looked at me with pity as she watched me sleep on the thin mattress under the floor of my room. She slowly approached me and held me so I could sleep on the bed where I used to rest when I was in my room.

"Why sleep here anyway? You should have slept with me up there" Arga said, carrying me up to my bed.

He laid me down slowly. And he lay down beside me. Stare at me with a sense of vibration in his heart.

"Good night Rea, beautiful dream huh. Put me in your sweet dreams" said my husband.