Married to Old Boy

Miss Mom.

Cold night wind through the skin. But Nina kept walking towards a pulse-purchasing outlet. The streets started to quiet down, there was a feeling of fear as well as when he passed through the slightly dark path due to the lack of bright light of the lights. Finally, there is a motor from the back. Nina quickened her pace. Fear is a person with evil intentions. Even though he walked quickly still overtaken by the bike.

"Where are you going Nin?" Nina knows the sound of a motorist. Then he looked, it was Kevin. There was a feeling of relief in his heart.

"You buy pulses at Mas's front outlet. This is Mas Kevin himself out of where or where?" Nina asked back.

"For a while at home want to go out. Let's not screw Nin, it's still a long way. Could hurt your feet." Fresh Kevin sincere.

"Oh, yes, my mother." Answer Nina.

Nina got into the back seat of Kevin's bike. As quickly as Kevin pulled the gas lever at medium speed. Everyone was silent and immersed in their thoughts. No more talk. Until finally arrived at the pulse outlet.

"That's up to Nin."

"Oh, yes, mas. Sorry a little bit of a nglamun." Nina chuckles.

"Nglamunin' your girlfriend?." There was a pain in Kevin's heart.

"Ehm, Secret." Nina was pitying with Kevin's question.

After that, Nina returned to the restaurant with Kevin. Actually Kevin has an agreement with his friend to make a small business. But given the dark and lonely road, it was not until the heart let Nina go home alone. Let it be a little late, his friend will understand.

"Thank you mas. And be careful on the road."

"Ok, be careful also to enter his room." Canda Kevin while shuffling Nina's hair.

Nina entered the restaurant and closed the door again. The goal is now to go to the room to call her mother who is very much missed. For two weeks he had not contacted his mother.

Tuttt tutttt tutttt

"Assalamu aleikum." Shortly after sounding the tone of the telephone connection was immediately lifted by Bu Ida.

"Waalaikum salam. Mom, sorry I just got a phone call. Healthy mom?"

"Alhamdulillah Nin, I'm healthy.How are you?"

"Well buk, where's Tiara?" Nina asked her sister.

"Against Mushola there is a meeting of youth."

"Ehmz, yes ma'am."

"Where's Nin? At home at Clara's?" Ask mom Ida.

"Alhamdulillah buk, feel at home. It works light."

"Mommy goes along if you're at home Nin, yesterday before you call mom had time to think."

"What do you think buk?"

"Yes thought you were Nduk, afraid he did not feel at home working there. This first time you work far away."

"Yes buk, but Nina is at home. It's not too far, it's still a county."

"Yes, Nin. Oh yeah, how's your relationship with Andre?"

"Actually mother is also less sreg that same Andre Nin, the degree is too high for us. You're afraid you'll even be treated badly with your family." Ida's mother advised her eldest daughter.

"Yes mom. Nina thought again. Umz, yes ma'am, Nina's calling again tomorrow. Mommy cepet iatresat. Greetings to Tiara."

"Yes Nduk, you are also taking a break. Eat enough."

"Assalamu Alaikum."

"Wa Alaikum salam."

The night is getting late. Nina rushed Isya prayer. Eyes also closed after fulfilling the obligation. Nina slowly enters the dream world. Recovering energy to move tomorrow again.

*****

The hour hand shows 04:00 at dawn. Nina and Wati are awake. The two of them rushed to perform dawn prayers at a nearby mushola.

"Come on Nin, let's meet camer later." Take Wati.

"Camer what the hell is mbak?"

"That's lo, Kevin's mom." Wati twitched one eye.

"Hemzzz, wati ma'am start to deh. I'm not his caman."

"What security is Nin?"

"Hehehe's Ghost Candidate"

They walked down the street laughing. Because most of the jokes do not feel that they have reached the mushola. Muadzin has started chanting the Adhan. One by one the men and women entered the mushola. Before long the mosque was almost filled with worshippers.

"That's your mother Kevin." Wati said while pointing at a middle-aged woman entering the mushola. Nina then looked.

"Oh."

"Is that just Nin?"

"I mean mbak?"

"Your answer is lo?"

"Lha trus I have to say what mbk?"

"Whatever, I seem to be the thinness of your refrigerator stone." Answer Wati.

"Is, it's not the case that the disease uses all infectious events." Nina elbowed Wati.

"Udah Nin, don't keep talking. It started praying."

"That feeling is what makes you talk." Nina's Brief.

Now all khusyu' follow the congregational dawn prayer. Moreover, Nina, for a long time she did not perform congregational dawn prayers in the mosque. Mushola is far away in the village. And his mother wouldn't let either. Fear there are rice snakes or other dangerous animals. Finally he used to pray at home with his mother.