
“Abang to see who's coming. You sleep first.” While opening his sleepy eyes, Khayru wakes up and pulls away his blanket.
“I want to see also who came to visit this mallem, rich no other time.” murmured Maula while riding on Khayru's back.
“You can walk by yourself, right?” sindir Khayru while looking at Maula's face that was attached to his shoulder.
“Can, if no longer sleepy. I have no energy to make the way, but do not want to be left alone in the room.”
“This is one of the husband's ways to glorify wife, Bang. Want to protest?” maula said again when her husband did not get up from his seat.
“If ustazah Maula has given tausiah, Umi Khadijah lewaaaatt,” Khayru murmured while standing with Maula's body attached to her back. He began to step his foot into the living room. The guest stood up smiling as the host was already in front of him.
“Goodnight ...” Khayru greeted guests. But suddenly his forehead shriveled, his eyes staring, trying to remember. And .. well, he finally remembered that the woman who was visiting was none other than Katia-assistant manager of his hotel in Lombok.
Khayru lowered Maula first and invited her guests to sit down. What he asked the first time was none other than the current condition of the hotel. He thought that there might be a big problem until Katia herself came to see him to Jakarta, but the big problem is what happens so it can not be discussed by phone.
“No! nay! My arrival is not to talk about the hotel. Even I have resigned from my job, Mr.” we had to dismiss the allegations made by Khayru at that time. This made Khayru frown even more.
“Lalu ..?” Khayru awaits explanation.
Katia understood this confusing situation. He immediately showed me a business card from the small pocket he had in his bag. Because of that business card he came all the way to the city of Jakarta.
“A week ago, inak(mother) passed away. I buried her near the papuk (grandmother's) grave. There is someone waiting for the arrival of the host just to give this business card. I received it because thisak is gone.”
“You ... grandson of Asmarani?” papuk asked Khayru with an increasingly wrinkled forehead.
Katia nodded. “I only follow the orders of Tuak(uncle). He said, I should immediately contact the name on this card.”
With sparkling eyes, Khayru stared while squeezing Maula's hand. This was the end of his search all along. Mr. Zul's mother and sister are dead, but at least Maula still has a cousin, Katia.
The maula did not quite catch the intent of their chatter. He only returned Khayru's gaze while raising his eyebrows, a sign that he did not understand.
“Katia is our cousin sister, Dek. You don't want to hug him?” haggar Khayru with a smile. Maula reassured what she had just heard with her ears then nodded as she moved closer and hugged Katia without saying anything. She just smiled a little at Katia who was not sure of the word 'Saudari' that Khayru said.
“Ki-we're brothers? How can?” Katia looked at Maula and Khayru as anantian while shaking her head.
“It's been too late. Tomorrow we continue. We need rest.”
“I'm sorry for interrupting. I have been in Jakarta since noon. Just, it was a bit difficult to find an address and just met these nights.”
“No problem. Coincidentally we haven't slept either.”
Khayru saw Maula who was increasingly unfocused because she was overcome by drowsiness. He called Bik Sulis to escort Katia to the guest room and reached out to Maula so that she would get up from her seat.
“Other people are getting older and more mature behavior. Not to be spoiled.” Khayru raised Maula's body which immediately wrapped her hands around her husband's neck.
“Umi said, spoiled on the husband it can reward.” His eyes were half closed, but his consciousness was still able to respond.
“Umi said to you, no, if the husband should also be given rations? Not just pampering his wife.”
“What's up, Bang? Who should give rations, right, husband. Shopping money, pocket money, maintenance money ...”
“Ah, stop. Never connect too if you say that,” murmured while continuing to walk until arriving in front of the room. The more discussed it will be the more difficult Khayru explains it.
“Emang Brother want me to do what?”
“Bukain the door!”
“Just open the door?” He started turning the knobs and then they came in.
She laid her mother and herself on the bed. I want to talk about something else there. Suddenly, it became taboo for him. He chose another topic so that the atmosphere did not become stiff.
“How did you feel after meeting cousin sister? Look at your usual expression earlier.” They just lay facing each other occasionally scrambling bolsters and blankets that they ended up using together.
“Abang want to see me scream while jumping because happy? Duh unfortunately this is already malem, the eyes are also very sleepy. So ... well my expression is just that,” replied Maula, ngasal.
“Not that too times, ah,” his lips.
“Date to know that I always need time to be able to get familiar with new people. It would seem strange if I was suddenly a close-knit snob. What else if the same creature whose name is a guy, can get my teak jidat, nih.”
“That, anyway, flirty his name. Do not spread the charm, just a little smile, let the people who see, be happy. There will be a hadist of the priority of smile.”
تَبَسُّمُكَ فِي وَجْهِ أَخِيكَ صَدَقَةٌ (رواه الترمذى)
“Your sweet smile in front of your brother is shadaqah” (HR. Tirmidhi)
“Kids have already memorized this hadist, loh.”
“Abang to say, I lost to the Kindergarten, huh? Why, anyway, I don't have any good in the eyes of husband.” She began to pinch her husband's stomach while pursing her lips.
Chuckling, Khayru immediately pulled Maula in her arms, before she completely sulked.
At the same time, Katia, who had just entered the guest room, just sat down and looked at the entire luxurious room that she could only see at the hotel where she worked. Whether to believe it or not if he had currently become part of the Alm family. Zulfikar Arifin-the sister of Harnum Hepita who is none other than her own biological mother. So afraid he woke up from his beautiful dream, he did not want to close his eyes even a little. Let him stay awake until morning to make sure that this is really a fortune in his life. And it's not just a sleeping flower tonight.
To Be Continued ....