Mr. Security, Marry Me...!!!

52 - The Shadow of the Past

The night is getting late and quiet, the full moon yearns faithfully to accompany the darkness of the night. The moon and the others had entered their dreamland with a thick blanket covering the entire body due to the coldness of the air tonight.

The moon, Mama Suci and her bestie occupy Alif's room, while the men sleep in the front room. They were all like cocoons wrapped in thick blankets with only a bare head.

But another case with an old woman in her small room that only has a wardrobe and a bed. The old woman was unable to close her eyes, the shadows of the past re-spinning in her memory with the presence of two young men that made it seem as if they were reopening the old sheet.

The old woman was none other than Mbok Maryam, she let out a long and heavy sigh. Slowly waking up from her sleep, the old woman dragged her frail legs on the worn-out closet, her wrinkled hands very slowly and carefully opened the closet so as not to make a sound.

Crews!

When the closet door is opened even though it is very slow but the name of the closet is also eaten age still makes a sound. His old eyes were fixed on a wooden box that was between the piles of his clothes, his hands outstretched to take the box. The old woman dropped her butt on the bed, her old eyes looking inside at the wooden box with teak carvings. Implied doubt from his eyes to open the box that was Alif's age.

“What should Mbok do, Sir?” Mbok said softly considering her late husband. Without feeling his tears falling down right on top of the wooden box.

With trembling hands, he slowly opened the box. There is nothing valuable in there, just a picture of a man and woman taken in a garden set against the background of a large house.

They are like a very happy couple, seen from the smile they gave when the photo was taken. Photos that already look blurry but can still be clearly seen with their faces and also some sheets of yellowed paper.

“Anisa, are you giving birth to another baby boy?” Mbok Maryam rubbed the face of the woman in the photo. The name mentioned by the old woman when she saw the face of Ibra who was very similar to her.

Mbok Maryam could not help his grief, he cried in silence only the silence of the night that witnessed how bitter his cries were. Too long crying makes the old woman tired, while hugging the photo Mbok Maryam was asleep.

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In the morning, the newlyweds intend to take a morning walk to breathe the village air is still very clean, as far as the eye can see only greening looks very different from the atmosphere in the city.

“You're the way?” tanya Bulan opened his voice, currently they were having breakfast in the yard next to the house which contained a bench made of rattan. Usually in town they have breakfast with bread, occasionally fried rice. But this time they had breakfast with boiled sweet potatoes, boiled and fried bananas as a complementary drink to black coffee and sweet tea.

“So,” sahut Nura. Then continue the breakfast.

After breakfast Nura pushed her husband's wheelchair, they walked down the streets of the village. Courtesy of the people he met, Ibra was very proud of his wife who could easily blend in not one bit looks uncomfortable, right like what his wife said that he was ready for combat.

Uh! If this is how not more love try. Ibra was determined that he should be able to walk again as soon as possible, he wanted to return to this village to be able to walk with his wife and play in the rice fields that he came to yesterday.

Like what the Moon does, she and her husband combed a rice fielder taking some photos with a view of the green rice fields. If seen from a distance looks like an ambal that stretches, even the lawyer's mother had a picture with a scarecrow, there is only her behavior.

“Yang... Yang...”

“H.. What?”

“I from earlier ajakin chat even in cuekin, again think what the hell?” tanya Nura bowed her body so that she could see her husband's face from the side.

“Ngga thinks nothing, just another shadow. Later if your husband is already able to walk, we are here again playing in the middle of the rice fields like last month.”

Nura sighed, her two hands that had been on the wheelchair's handle were now coiled around her husband's neck.

Cup

Nura gives kiss on Ibra cheek, “Yang.. I am very happy, can accompany you on a walk like this. I'm also glad you're trying to heal, but I beg you not to be a burden on your mind. I don't want you to stress, later it can be bad with your health.”

“Thank you, for your understanding.” Ibra said while stroking his wife's cheek.

“It's been my duty as a wife.” Nura gives another kiss of love on her husband's cheek.

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