
Yogyakarta, Friday’at 25 February 2022
Anita had just come out of her room with her eyes moist because she had just woken up from a deep sleep. Last night at 2 am, Anita had just fallen asleep after working on her final chapter that had found the end point.
His steps slightly staggered because of the drowsiness that still enveloped. His index fingers rubbed his eyelids, interspersed with several times to make his drowsiness completely expelled.
Anita takes her steps towards the kitchen, her recent morning activity is helping her prepare breakfast.
Anita's eyes suddenly widened when she saw the scenery in the kitchen that was very crowded with humans with all kinds of foodstuffs. Anita's relatives mostly come and there are also some neighboring mothers home.
Anita's focus is on her mother who is making drinks for her impromptu guests. Ah, it doesn't seem like a guest. They are too busy and dirty in the kitchen if called guests.
“mau no event huh ma?” anita asked, her eyes looking around the kitchen full of food, cakes and fruit.
“iya, dzuhur will have guests, you do not go anywhere. Shut up at home aja.” Tell the mama.
In fact, Anita planned to spend the day in the library today. But it looks like it will fail. Her mother did not accept rejection, visible from the look in her eyes.
“what event? arisan family? But isn't it Sunday?” Anita is still curious. Because the mother never did not tell Anita if there would be an event at her house.
Even if there is an important event, you will definitely tell him the night before or even two days before.
Mama was silent, neither chimed in Anita's words nor answered her questions. Finally Anita gave up. He chose to obey his mother. Anita just passed by, greeting relatives and neighboring mothers and then took some drinking water to bring back to her room.
Anita is still in curious mode. Even her sister tumben once home when not a weekend.
It's still a Friday’at. Mas Azzam usually comes home Saturday afternoon. Inner Anita.
“mas..kok mas Azzam has come home anyway? is it still jum’at?” ask Anita cynically. He became annoyed because he was so curious.
“aduuuh, you are already noisy in the morning, many people are embarrassed ah.” said the mama when passing them both.
Azzam and Anita fell silent. Azzam passed leaving Anita who was sculpting. Anita herself doesn't know what to do now.
Then he chose to go back to his room. Just help her later. If now join nimbrung in the kitchen that there is precisely the nagging of mothers in the kitchen.
The afternoon after Jum’at prayer.
Tok to tok. Anita's bedroom door was knocked.
“entry..” Anita's voice from inside the room.
“kok you are not ready? Come prepare quickly, wear nice and neat clothes, mama wait outside.” Mama said quickly, then went back out of the room to the living room.
Anita obedient. He immediately prepared after performing Dzuhur prayer. He wears a peach-color dress with a flower-patterned hijab that covers his chest.
Finished preparing, Anita exited the room. His eyes did not focus forward as he walked while tidying up his hijab.
“Anita is ready ma, there is ac..” her greeting hangs. Instantly Anita was fixated on seeing a familiar figure before her eyes.
Wearing a batik suit that Anita had never seen before. Increasing her charisma. Yeah, that's Hanif. coming with his family.
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The connection is in a moment..
Traces do not forget.. ^^