MINUTES OF LONGING
Togetherness
“The warmest and most comfortable place is family and the right person to be used as a place to tell stories is brother. Although there are often disputes between brothers, it is love that will soften their hearts. In the end, it is only our family and brothers who are able to understand us and are always in every
circumstance. _ ZAFIYA”
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In the afternoon before Magrib, Zafiya was chatting with family. While waiting for the time magrib arrived, they often had a casual dialogue. Enjoy the warmth of family and share everything. All family members gather in the family room. Of course without Arkana yes, because he is still wandering in the city of the hehehe….
At times like this they can express feelings to each other. Talk about the grievances they face. Try to help each other in solving the problems that are being faced. Sometimes they also remember a very sweet past. A memory that always makes them laugh. Happy moments that have been passed together.
“Bun first time small brother Arkan is naughty no heck?” zafiya asked curiously. I actually miss the longing behind that question. He was eager to hear the story about Arkana this afternoon.
“The name of the naughty little boy is a natural thing dear. They must have their own mischief. Wear it happens because young children always want to know many things, and it is quite good for the development of reason and brain.” Answer Assyfa wisely.
“Means Fiya is also naughty dong?” he put on a sour face.
“Who used to love entering all the kitchen spice macems into daddy's coffee? All soy sauce macems, chilli sauce to tirampun saos nyemplung into coffee.” Rayhan tried to remind Zafiya. The awakened Zafiya was only able to smile at the horse.
“It's not naughty Well, it's called experiment. The instinct of girls will have a hobby to create new recipes.” Zafiya put on her sweetest smile trying to defend herself.
“Finally Fiya also took one of Opa gegara sandals not invited to go.” Opa chimed in to make Zafiya more embarrassed by his mischief as a child.
“It was also the idea of Arkana's sister ya Opa. Not the idea of Fiya senndiri.” Zafiya was still trying to defend himself with all his might.
“But when Arka's brother has stayed in the Fiya pesantren still often do that. Several times Oma and Bunda sandals were also targeted.” This time Oma cornered him even more.
“Enough discuss Fiyanya. Fiya asked about Arka's sister, why is it now Fiya who got the stone?” Zafiya tried to stop the chat.
Zafiya stared at them one by one as if giving a warning to stop all the stories about him. Instead of being afraid, laughter broke out between them. Zafiya was also embarrassed. He was a little naughty when he was a kid. But he refused to admit it.
“Fiya want to know what delinquency made by your brother?” assyfa asked trying to help her daughter who looked so embarrassed. Zafiya immediately looked at Assyfa and nodded steadily.
“Kalo remembered the actual mischief of your brother was entirely because it was protective of you.” Assyfa gently rubbed Zafiya's head.
“Creally mother? As you remember Fiya from a long time ago until now Arka's brother likes to tease Fiya.” Sahut Zafiya frowned in disbelief.
“If your brother's protective problem is indeed his king. Back then when you were still in the womb your brother was very protective.” Rayhan answered Zafiya's doubts. But Zafiya still could not believe it.
“Oma still remembers first every time your father came home from work surely your brother will be standing guard in front of the door of his room. Banning dad from entering.” Oma started telling me.
“Mother is still very familiar with what your sister will say at that time. ‘Dad don't come in, don't make your sister and mother sick.’ As he departed from the waist he would block father.” Assyfa continued while mimicking Arkana's style of speech at the time.
“Indeed why can't dad enter the room?” zafiya asked not yet understood.
“Of course because you love. When pregnant you used to be your bunda very do not like to smell the sweat and body scent of father.” Rayhan replied subtly insinuating with his sharp glances towards Zafiya.
“That's not all Fiya's fault Dad might indeed be his father who smells.” Zafiya's chirps were greeted by the laughter of Mother, Oma and Opanya.
“Not only not allowed in room. Even almost four months early in pregnancy, the father should be willing to sleep separately with your mother. Do you know how tormented Dad was then? Not to mention your brother who became a 24-hour security guard for mother. It's getting harder for me to see your mother.” Ryahan put on his pitiful face. It was as if he was really languishing at that moment.
“Don't be more Well, just four months apart from mother.” Gerrutu Zafiya.
"Don't four months, a day not see your mother, your father is already in the fog dear. Your father's Bucin weighs as much as your bundle.” Oma Sahut.
“Mama....” murmured Rayhan looked at his mother, she was ashamed of her daughter.
“Udah looks at it anyway Oma.” Sahut Zafiya mocked Rayhan.
“Know what you little boy.” Rayhan directly flanked Zafiya's head with his arm.
“Ahhh mother please Fiya!” zafiya complained to Assyfa. Instead of letting go Rayhan was precisely stalking Zafiya, and making him laugh out loud.
Assyfa, Oma and Opa just smiled happily at the closeness of Rayhan and his daughter. Happiness completes their afternoon. Accompanying them waited for dusk to adorn the sky. A little happiness that always accompanies their days. From trivial things they can find the happiness of a family. They really don't need fancy things to express affection for each other.
“Try there Arkana sure happiness this afternoon more complete. May you and Maher always be blessed. Mommy also always hopes that children always get happiness in their lives. Always blessed and diridhoi by Allah SWT, Aamiin..” Assyfa did’a in her heart for the happiness of all her children.
Another place where a girl sits on her bed. His eyes highlighted a photo framed with simple wood. A family that looks so happy. Although it's just a show. His eyes were wet, whether since when the water droplets pooled there.
A shadow of the past approaches his memory. A smile and laughter on the wrinkled face filled his memory. Yes, it was the face of my grandmother. The one who always gave love to him other than his father. Only my grandmother defended herself. But now no one can defend him. Grandma's gone and Dad's lying weak.
"Grandma, Farah misses grandma. May my grandmother always be happy there. Pray Farah is strong, Grandma. So that Farah can always take care of and take care of papa." Farah reached for the photo and took it in her arms. Bringing all the good memories into the dream.
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Sorry just updated hehehe..... (Long time,~~~~ update it's just a little more, will make sprain!!). Forgive me for letting you down and waiting too long. Since it is now the month of Ramadan you must say sorry.... (Eh... Why thor??). It's not the meaning but it's better to forgive each other, right???
Wait for the next episode yes dear readers. Thank you for always supporting and encouraging. Happy fasting for those of you who run. See You Next Episode's. Warmest greetings always.....
