Love Lembayung Dusk

Chapter 7 The New House of the Womb.

...'Rest assured ... the meeting will not be misplaced, will not be wrong time, what else is wrong people.'...

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Dinda who just arrived at the home page Rahimah immediately tucked and dumbfounded. How not. The building originally only stood two shophouses side by side, but now turned into a large house.

"Dinda," someone's call roused Dinda from her daydream.

"Yes," answered Dinda in a small jolt.

"Let's go in here, what's the bull?"

Dinda grinned to see Nurul standing on the terrace holding Nuri who looks crying. Dinda rushed closer. "Why cry?" Dinda rubbed the head of the two-year-old toddler.

"I want to sleep, but do not want to drink milk" Nurul said while patting B0k0ng Nuri.

Dinda raised her hand and glanced at the time indeed already showing Nuri's nap hour.

"Where is it?" Dinda glanced in search of her friend's whereabouts. Soraya's.

"That's in .. same Ustadzah Habibah, ask for advice pregnant women he said," Nurul said as he shook his body left and right.

The little boy was silent with his eyes slowly closing and opening in rhythm.

"I was shocked, look at Rahimah's house so rich the palace around here" said Dinda.

Rumah Rahimah is not much different from the house in general, just impressed elegant and luxurious. Plus most of the surrounding houses are fused with shophouses and there are also shaped like shophouses, because they open businesses on the shoulder of the road.

"Don't you, I'm the same Soraya was really surprised to know. Really yes, Mas Abdar was ... can really magic bininya house within a week," amazed Nurul in disbelief.

"Pantesan at that time Mas Adit, bothered to take care of the handyman! Until his fifties he said, apparently make this house," recalls Dinda.

Dinda remembered when one day after Rahimah's marriage contract, Dinda had stolen Adit's conversation with someone on the phone who asked the builder to provide when she met Adit.

"Yuk. Nuri is tired, would want if given milk," invited Nurul passed away.

"Assalamualaikum" said Dinda when she saw Ustadzah Habibah and Soraya sitting in the living room.

"Wa'alaikumussalam."

"Where are you the same?" dinda asked to sit next to Soraya, her hands outstretched gently rubbing the stomach that had begun to bulge if her clothes were attached to her body.

"The relationship is healthy, I'm rich and not healthy" Soraya complained.

"Still nauseous huh?" guess Dinda and answered Soraya's weak nod.

Soraya is indeed pregnant young, although not the first but this is different from the pregnancy before. Because Soraya who always experience morning sickness and does not taste food, making her look lethargic and a little thin.

Dinda smiled to see his friend who complained, even if it felt so heavy but it would be very fun if he also experienced it.

Dinda's heart was broken when she remembered the husband who had filed for divorce for another woman.

Dinda shook her head faintly, trying to dispel the thought of the husband who had now become her ex.

While waiting for Rahimah's arrival from the hotel, they tell her about the days that Soraya experienced. Starts who always vomit every morning, wants to eat something sour, and wants to be spoiled her husband. All did not escape Soraya told me.

While Nurul was sleeping Nuri in the guest room, until the time Dzuhur arrived. They perform congregational prayers at the mosque near the living room.

Almost an hour after the prayer, finally the newlywed couple they were waiting for came as well.

"You guys are so old? Where did it come from? We'll wait until we know!" nurul said after returning the greeting.

"So it was jammed in the street" Rahimah replied.

"Emm, the reason is mah. They must have spent the hot night being continued to be connected to the long day," Soraya said as she pressed the sentence at the end.

Dinda smelled a smile.

"Cieee ... who already broke the fast, how many rounds of Bang?" seductive Nurul, but Abdar ignores him.

"If you see from his arrival, it's five rounds!" Dinda tickled along with chiming.

"You guys what the hell? People get stuck too" Rahimah said indifferently.

"Come, let's see our room." Abdar embraces the shoulder of the friendly Rahimah to see the state of their new home.

"Uuu .. There are bucin tuh. The world seems to belong to both .. You know gays? We are just contracting!"

All chuckling amusedly, Nurul is a very humorous friend.

"Heh you guys, let's accompany them to look at the state of the new house," Ustadzah Habibah scolded as he passed into the kitchen.

"Where are you going?" ask Dinda quickly.

"To the kitchen" he answered short.

"Make a drink for Imah and her husband."

"I'm coming with Mom." Dinda soon followed Ustadzah Habibah into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Soraya and Nurul accompany Rahimah and Abdar to see the state of his new home. They had not seen the entire house, because of the fun of hearing Soraya's story about her pregnancy.

"Sorry Mom, Dinda didn't bring cake. The end was from the hospital gramps grandfather, "sorry Dinda who forgot to bring a hand.

"It's okay. Same thing mom brought. Let's put it on a plate, mom makes it drink." Ustadzah Habibah handed over the box containing the cake.

"What is your grandfather sick of Din?" ask Ustadzah Habibah while making drinks into a medium-sized teapot.

"Because of the heart attack, ma'am."

"Innalillahi wa innalillahi rojiun" cried Ustadzah Habibah.

"Then how is he doing now?"

"Still in recovery, Mom."

"Mom can only pray that I will get better soon, and sorry for not knowing."

"It's okay, ma'am, it's Dinda who doesn't want to tell a story."

Ustadzah Habibah nodded in understanding, considering the calamity experienced by Dinda about the divorce almost three months ago.

Dinda also arranged the cake into several dishes, and placed it on a napkin.

"Come, let's take it upstairs!" bring Ustadzah Habibah.

"Yes, Mom."

They went upstairs. On the second floor there is a lounge to gather while watching tv, Dinda and Ustadzah Habibah put drinks and snacks on the table to find the whereabouts of Rahimah, Abdar, Soraya and Nurul.

"Maybe they're in that room, ma'am." Dinda pointed to one of the rooms whose door was open.

Ustadzah Habibah nodded and walked into the room that had been appointed by Dinda.

"You guys here apparently?" Dinda came in to surprise them.

"Let's have a drink first" said Dinda.

"How's Yeah? Your new home is good, right?" said Ustadzah Habibah take a look.

In the two-story house, there are five bedrooms. One of them is the main room occupied by Rahimah and Abdar.

Two guest rooms on the lower floor, Mushola near the living room, dining room near the kitchen, and there is also a tv room in addition to the upper floor.

"Yes ma'am, thank God it's great."

"If so we read first do'a thanksgiving, make a new home." Everyone nodded in agreement.

Led by Ustadzah Habibah as a reader of do'a, only those present were guaranteed it.

"Drink first, Son Abdar."

After the do'a they enjoy the prepared dish.

"Yes ma'am, thank you" said Abdar politely take a glass that is orange.

While enjoying the cake, Dinda gasped a little to hear Soraya suddenly making a sound.

"Which again whispers, must be negotiating about how much they gave Rahman a sister!" said Soraya.

"So someone pretended to sulk, uh but it turns out there's another meeting about children!" Nurul added.

"Wah .. I missed this date," said Dinda who did not understand the direction of the conversation.

"Don't believe them, that's bad," said Rahimah quickly. A moment of laughter filled the house.

Not long after they had gathered, Maryam and Intan came along. Rahimah asked the whereabouts of the son, who did not come home with Maryam. His brother-in-law said that Rahman left with his coach, Rahimah had ranted fear of something happening and only stopped when Abdar had confirmed to Candra.

Rayan also came with a private driver Soraya, Nuri was now awake to add to the noise of the atmosphere.

Since everyone had not had lunch even though they had missed, they prepared to eat together and now they were sitting in the dining room.

When they were ready to eat, a greeting came from ahead. Dinda volunteered to welcome her guests.

"Wa'alaikumussalam." Dinda answered while opening the door.

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