Merapi Never Ingkar Janji 2 (The Return of the Sultan)

SS. 37. Getting to Know Mama Kinan

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"Throw this ball, baby." A man teaches his daughter dexterity exercises in a swimming pool.

"Mama, here. We play ball together." Call a smart and cheerful boy.

"Let's go, don't make yourself a spectator." Shouted the father did not want to lose with his daughter.

A harmonious and happy family. If one day God gives me a mate, I want to be like them.

"It's noon baby, the sun is getting hotter. Let's take a break, Mama, have your favorite lunch ready." Answer a woman he calls himself 'Mama'.

"Stage Ma, it's still this fun." Reply Son.

"No dear, we've been swimming for too long. Immediately take a shower, rinse with clean water in the bathroom, after which we have lunch." The father persuaded his daughter with patience.

"Come, here's help." The mother said help. The mother also seduced.

"Be careful honey, the floor is slippery." Said the father who was very attentive.

Sometimes it looks like the father rubs and kisses the mother's distended stomach. She was so beautiful and graceful, full of patience and affection helping the princess clean herself up.

But I feel like I recognize that woman. The woman in front of me. With her belly distended, she threw her sweet smile at me.

His face was like mine, his height was not far from me. And that guy ? Yeah, I recognize him, too. The man who was always there when I needed him.

But, if it was me, why am I here at the moment ?

Being among them. I can only be a spectator and pay attention to all his activities.

From morning until morning. Not everything escaped my eyes.

"Darling, wake up baby. We pray with yuk." Invite the father to wake up.

It makes the heart peaceful, happy and very pleasant.

•POVs ''Tourist

Nindya was still asleep, as Tata felt something cold touch her arm.

"We're dawn yuk." Bisik Al awakens.

Slowly but surely, he began to open his eyes.

'So this is really not a dream.' he whispered in his heart.

"It's dawn, we pray with yuk." Al repeated it back.

Not wanting the priest to wait too long, Tata immediately ran to fetch water.

Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi ....

There was a sign that the final reading of prayer was over.

Both of their hands were looking up. Begging the Khaliq for something. I hope a dream will come true.

Tata rubbed both of her palms onto her face. Observing all his prayers. And when he lowered his hand that Al had turned to face him.

"God willing." He said softly, admiring the greatness of God.

Although the morning did not look perfect, but Al's face already looked perfectly bright. Her smile is so sweet. As if to say, I am the most handsome.

"You won't try to kiss the back of my hand." Al joked, thrusting his right hand, awakening Tata's daydream.

For some reason, Tata wanted to grab it. Imagining last night's dream felt so real. Al's stained fingers are still clearly displayed in front of him. Not like the dream he had.

"Barokalloh." Say Al after the hand kiss scene is done Tata do.

"Does Mr Al just want to make fun of me ?" Tata's question covered up the shame.

Al smiled meaningfully. That smile that he could not forget until this second.

"Positive thinking, early in the morning is not good bad thinking." Answer Al.

His right fingers began to dare nosy pinched the sharp nose that perched perfectly on anita's face.

Al stood up leaving Tata still occupied with his thoughts. Unexpectedly, this would happen to him. Tata could only smile to himself, imagine the events of last night, a pleasant dream and an inspiring dawn.

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This morning, the doctor had allowed Nindya to go home. Her health gradually improved, since Anita's arrival.

It was heartless, if he had to leave Nindya who was already getting comfortable with his presence.

"Mama's coming back to Papa's house, right ?" Ask Nindya when they are in the car.

Tata has not been able to answer it, he looks at Al's face through a sponge on the dashboard. He used to give an answer before he could answer it.

"God is insha." As soon as he answered.

Nindya was speechless, her lips manyuning, as if dissatisfied with the answer Tata gave.

"Why is his face bent so ? Here's Mama Tata hugging."

Dya shifted his body closer and began to wrestle spoiled.

Al only watched the two angels behind the wheel with a flowery feeling.

"We're going to Mama's place ?" Tanya Nindya who had memorized the road to the place where Mama Kinan was buried.

"Yes, Mama Tata wants to meet Mama Kinan." Answer Al.

'Mama Kinan ? So Mr. Al's wife is Bu Kinan.' Think Tata in the heart.

I don't know why Tata's heart feels so unsettled. There was jealousy in his heart.

'Jealousy ? Is this really a feeling of jealousy ?' Heart expression.

Tata threw her face out the window, only to hide the change in look.

"We've arrived." Al said to tell.

'Tomb ? Is this the funeral area ? What does it mean ?' The question filled the room he thought.

"We're going down yuk Ma." Take Nindya.

Al's out buying something down the street.

"Wait baby, said Papa earlier, we want to go to Mama Nindya's house ?" Tanya wanted to know.

"This is Mama Kinan's house, Mama ... Mama Kinan's been booby long over there." He answered while pointing in a direction.

Tok ... tok ...

Al knocks on the glass on his car door, giving the code for Tata and Nindya to get out.

Tata was just speechless, dumbfounded and confused about what to do. Right now all he has to do is follow where Al took him.

"Assalamu'alaikum Mama, Papa, Dya come visit."

Her tiny lips pursed in sadness.

I sat down behind the little girl.

"This is Mama Tata Ma, Dya dear Mama Tata." Said later.

If there is no one else, I want Tata to cry.

"Darling, we pray for Mama and Papa." Take Al.

Al eloquently led prayers for his father, his sister and his sister-in-law.

Nindya and Tata agreed to the prayers that Al chanted.

Until there, Tata still did not dare to ask what really happened to them and what relationship Al with Nindya.

"Papa, Dya's tired." Whinek Nindya as they complete the grave pilgrimage to the tomb of Eyang kakung, Mama and Papa.

As in a swing, supported by the wind that day, Nindya began to fall asleep in Al's arms.

"You don't want to ask, why are we here ? And who do we visit ?" Al asked opening his voice.

"Slightly more, I already know sir." Answer Tata.

"Yes, that's the tomb of Nindya's parents. Sekar Kinanti, she's my sister and her husband, as well as our late father who died in one accident." Al's story while walking towards where he parked his car.

"Innalilahi wa innailaihi rojiun." Lirih.

"Nindya was a baby at the time. God gave him salvation. And I've considered Dya like my own daughter, but it should still be given a real understanding."

This time Tata sat on the front bench next to the steering wheel. Al laid Nindya in the middle seat with a car bed designed specifically for use in the car.

"We go straight to the house, Mother is waiting." Said Al.

"Yes." Yeah." The answer is Tata resigned and according to what Al said.

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