
"Arjuna ... You are still in love, are you the same as me? You stayed away from me because of that kid, huh? Or because of this girl?" Juwita pointed to Melati's photo on our wedding day.
I just saw him from outside the room, Juwita was locked in a special room because of frequent tantrums. I saw him through the window with clear glass. He thrashed to meet me. He was hitting the glass.
"Om, Mama why?" ask Revi. She was crying in my arms. Coming home from school I brought her here to see her mother's condition, but it looks like this will make her sad.
"Your head's still dizzy so it's like that, baby."
"Mama's sick, Om?" his tan was plain as he continued to stare at his raging mama inside there.
"Yes." Yeah." The boy fell silent, occasionally wiping his tears with the back of his hand.
"Children can not cry, pray for his mother to heal quickly. Let's play Revi again." I wiped her tears while kissing the top of her head.
***
Arriving at the apartment I took Revi's hand to the top floor. Neighbors in the apartment were confused by us, they thought we had a foster child because Revi was always with me sometimes with Melati.
"Om, if later you recover can stay with Om and Mother Teacher too?"
"Can't be darling. Adults should not live in one house, except relatives or marriage bound like om and Mother Teacher Jasmine."
"Oh, so where will Mama Revi live, Om Ganteng?"
"In his mother's house Revi herself."
The boy smiled, and we just got out of the elevator.
"Assalamu'alaikum, Mother Teacher." cried Revi. I pressed the bell.
Kreafark! The door opened and Melati smiled looking at us both.
"Hello pretty!" swipe at Revi.
"Hello Mother Teacher."
"Om handsome is not welcome?" I deliberately teased him. Melati was silent, just a quick glance, after which she took off her shoes and kissed the back of my hand as usual.
We went in and I closed the door, Melati took care of Revi and I went into my own room, cleaned up and prepared to perform the Magrib prayer with her, has she not finished today?
I chose the best cocoa clothes and the fragrant ones, then put them on the bed. I cleaned myself and changed clothes. I came out of the room when Azan was already reverberating and went straight to Melati's room. It turns out he was ready.
"Sir." He said when he saw me coming. I smiled thinly. It seems that Revi has also been wearing mukena.
"I still remember you saying, after ten days that time was over." He's looking down deep. "Come, we pray together!" They're preparing. I position myself as a priest.
"AllahuAkbar!!"
We pray in prayer. It's been a long time since I wanted to congregate, dear Melati is coming by the moon. Finally today we can return to prayer.
"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullah, Assalamu'alaikum Warahmatullah."
And we pray together. When I pray well, I want Melati to be surprised by Revi. He cried sobbing praying for his mother.
"Oh Allah, Revi please heal Mama. Although mama is often angry with Revi, but Revi loves Mama. Although mama often hit Revi, but Revi was not angry, God. Revi pity to see mom like that, Thank you for sending Om Ganteng and Mother Teacher beautiful, so Revi now has her friends. Om Ganteng and Mother Teacher are very good. Thank you God .... "
We both looked at each other and Melati approached Revi. He lifted up the child's body and placed the little body in his lap.
"God must have heard the prayers of a sweet child like you. His mother Revi is sick, so while Revi is with Mother Master here, yes!" The boy nodded.
"Mother Teacher Thank you for being so kind to Revi. Oh, thank you, yeah!" we smile. Jasmine hugged the child tightly, just like her own child.
"You may call Mother Teacher, by the name of mother. Because for Mother Teacher, Revi is a very good child, so Mother Teacher is happy to have a child like you."
"Can you, Mother Teacher?"
"By dong!" Melati hugged him back.
MashaAllah I am grateful to have a wife as good as Melati. Revi was the son of a woman who hated him so much, but he could love the boy with all his soul and body.
***
Revi had fallen asleep, and I hadn't seen Melati come out of her room. I was watching TV drinking a cup of milk coffee at the table. Suddenly the sound of the door opening, Melati came out wearing a white bathrobe. He went to the bathroom.
He smiled and looked at me, then went straight to the bathroom.
After 15 minutes he came out, still wearing a white robe. I looked at him, smiling back into his room. I focused on watching TV in front.
After that the sound of the door opened again, Melati came back out wearing a bathrobe earlier. He smiled when he saw me, then went to the bathroom.
'Did he eat wrong, huh?' why did he go back and forth to the bathroom, and like that kept going over and over again.
And the fifth time he went into the bathroom I decided to approach him. The door was still closed, I leaned sideways against the wall near the door, waiting for him to come out. Why is she going back and forth in the bathroom, I'm curious.
Clamps!
The door opened, his face turning pale when he saw that I was waiting for him.
"Why? You had a stomachache from back and forth in the bathroom?" my question is, he is quite different, fragrant and his lips are usually pale, look fresh with a pink lip gloss.
Her hair is bun up so that it shows her neck that is level and white.
"Ehhh, anu sir."
He looks nervous.
"Why?" I asked, with a heart that rippled uncharacteristically looking at his appearance.
"Ehhh," It seems he was thinking something.
"Say." I asked.
Jasmine remained silent, she scratched her head and seemed to be thinking of something.
"What do you eat? we go to the doctor?" my many.
"Oh, no sir! I'm not sick!"
"Then?"
Jasmine bit her lower lip which made me even more anxious, especially she wore that pink lipgloss, really made me helpless.
"Dear it, tell me, what's wrong with you?" ask me because he doesn't talk.
"Related, our conversation 10 days ago .... "
I waited for him to continue his words, but he hung his sentence in the air.
"Yes? Then?"
"Ehhh, It's About ... "
"What does Melati say quickly." I'm sure my body temperature is rising right now, my sweat is starting to grow on my forehead. Why does she look so sexy.
"Sir, we were talking at the dinner table. So you talk will get ready, If ... "
I kept watching every movement of his lips.
"Yes, if? if What?"
"Any! How do I say it."
"By the way, let's talk. How do I understand you mean that you're not talking!" I wiped the sweat that had flooded my forehead.
"So Ten days ago, you said you'd get ready when I'd finished her menstrual period, and. So I think uhh .... "
I could capture the direction of the speaker, when I meant that time, I would get ready to perform congregational prayers with him, while what he thought was the first night.
I was still leaning against the wall with my eyes still staring at him, and it made him misbehave. It turns out he had prepared everything. Fragrant of his body, polish of makeup on his face and why he just wore a bathrobe out of the room.
"Sir, then I go to sleep first, it seems I misunderstood what you mean." Melati was about to leave but I immediately grabbed her wrist.
"Can I come to my room?" I stared at his face sharply.