Mr. Ustadz I Love You

Grandpas

Our love paints history

Delivering a joyful story

Until anyone else God

we know our true love.

Ara sang cheerfully while sweeping the backyard.

"Udah mbak, don't sing ! it's a beautiful morning !" nisa from the kitchen.

"Yee mother is not supported let her child be an artist !" his yell.

"You want to be an artist, pity that you sing Ra, break their ears."

"Yes that's it." went to his mother who was in the kitchen and was shocked to see Rafan was in the kitchen too.

"Why are you in the kitchen ?"

"Son Rafan was shocked earlier by your ugly voice he said."

Rafan glared at his father-in-law's lies.

Who said it was mom.

"By the sound of a good father, why my voice is so ugly." rattled waist upset.

"No, Ra, I lied to you that I didn't say you were ugly."

"It's boong for sure."

"Udah ah, you guys are making a fuss. Yes, my mother lied to Ra. Indeed, your husband did not say that your voice is ugly, but he was smiling with the sound of your sweet voice" said Nisa deliberately melayakan melduuuuuuu.

"And mom !"

They had breakfast together in the dining room. Nisa cooks a wide variety of side dishes, there are balado fish, chicken, capcai, fried tempeh and sambal.

Ara gets some rice for Rafan.

"What side dish do you want ?"

"Same as a capcai."

"More."

"Thank you Ra."

"Hem."

They ate fervently, only the sound of sighs could be heard.

"When do you want to go back to Bandung ?" ask Budi.

"Emm, I'm up to Mr. Rafan."

"Where is Fan, when do you want to go back to Bandung?".

"These weeks so well if Ara wants to." glanced at Ara who was still focusing on eating.

"So I'd love to, but the cottage is still quiet this Sunday."

"Who said go home to the cottage ?" said Nisa.

"Where are you going ?"

"Yes go home to your husband Ra."

"Kok there, not directly to the cottage ?" tanyanya glanced at Rafan.

"And you're married, so she lives with her husband." explained Nisa.

"Yes, that's what it is."

Ara understood the obligation as a wife to follow her husband if married.

"Oh yes Ra yesterday father desenin with your grandfather, he said if you want to go back to Bandung play first to the grandfather's house."

"Yeey playing to grandpa's house. I'm coming along, brother." Lana Seru.

"No need Na, let Mbak Ara same Mas Rafan who was there, then even disturb you" explained Nisa.

"Yes mother, I'm coming with yahh." whining.

"Don't do it tomorrow with my father." added Budi.

Lana relents, Ara and Rafan go to Ara's grandfather's place that day.

"Assalamualaikum grandpa, Araaa come !" shouted Ara.

Rafan shook his head to see the woman's behavior.

"Waalaikumsalam, don't shout, grandfather is not deaf Ara !" sahut grandfather while out welcoming Ara.

"Hehehehe, I'm afraid that Grandpa won't be horrified."

"Let's go in, uh it's your husband" asked Grandpa embracing Rafan.

"Yes my cake Rafan."

They entered the grandfather's house which was still thick with a rural atmosphere. The walls of the house are still of bamboo called geribik (in Javanese). All home furnishings, which are mostly from natural results, still look nice and neat.

"Let's sit here for Wawan." gave a seat to Rafan.

"The cake is her name." explains Ara.

"Oh yeah sorry grandpa's a little senile."

Rafan smiled, "Yes the cake is not papa."

They talked for a long time, Ara was very enthusiastic about telling her grandfather. Rafan occasionally chatted and smiled.

"Said grandpa dad want manen egret ya kek?" ask Ara.

"Yes but not yet, there is usually Joko who helps grandfather. But, she's not feeling well anymore, so can't help grandpa."

"Ara wants to help harvest the cake."

"You take enough to bring home, so Joko will be the same grandfather who harvested."

"Yes, let's take the egret." Ara invites Rafan to go get the egret (the sweet potato).

They went to the back garden of the grandfather's house, which was planted with sweet potatoes.

"Take the line here." Grandpa pointed to the right row next to him.

"Ready boss." Ara took a position like a flag ceremony salute.

"Mr come here." invite Ara to pull Rafan's hand.

"Mother can't take this."

"I never bothered to land that Ra" replied Rafan.

"It's different if the city people go to the village." said Ara.

Rafan just smiled at Ara's babbling.

" Yes, sir, look at me here ." Ara told Rafan to get closer.

Ara teaches Rafan how to take the right union like what, so that the yam is not damaged.

"Your hands are dirty Ra." pointed to Ara's hands that were smashed with earth.

"Yes this is it, sir, if it's not dirty it's not exciting." he said.

"Norody slob?"

"Yes not."

Ara continued to take the honey sweet potato again. Said his grandfather sweet potato honey is the sweetest and sweetest sweet potato among other sweet potatoes.

Ara looked at the worm beside her. Embrace Ara's nosy intentions to Rafan. He picked up the earthworm and placed it in his palm.

"Thank you guess what this is trying ?" gave her hand that contained the worm earlier.

"Don't know." said Rafan, shaking his head.

"i open yes, but the gaffer here is even closer to fit in the open he did not run away."

Rafan complies and advances his body until it almost sticks to Ara's hand.

"What the hell is it."

"Father curious right, okay I open. oneu. Huaaaaay !!" Ara came closer to Rafan's face as an earthworm.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa, worm !!" Rafan was shocked to the point of falling.

"Fra !! slovenly !"Deeserin with annoyance.

"Hahaha, "Ara laughed out loud at Rafan's condition. " I'm afraid of the same worms."

"Not just a slob. Ih let's go home amused Ra." pulled Ara's hand away from the worm earlier.

"Yes yes."

Rafan and Ara plan to go straight home. But Grandpa's bike is broken, and Rafan offers to justify it. While waiting for Rafan to finish, Ara boiled the Ubis they got earlier.

"His sweet potato is dead." Ara came out carrying a plate of boiled yam.

"Well, it's mateng. Nak Rafan lase first his workshop. Eaten the yam first."

"Please grandpa first, this responsibility is a little bit more."

Ara and grandpa first enjoyed the boiled yam. Ara noticed Rafan who was sweating, today it was quite hot. Ara took the initiative to feed Rafan.

" Sir," call Ara.

"Why." answered Rafa

"It opens his mouth, I bribe come aaaaaa." Ara beckoned Rafan to open his mouth.

Rafan looked at grandfather for a moment, grandfather was watching him.

"Udah gakpapa, just eat let Ara who bribes.your hands are still oil straws" pointed out grandfather.

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry about the worm, hehehe." Ara nyengir's.

Rafan eats the yam feed from Ara's hands.

"Where are you doing it."

"Yes sweet."

"Yes, wong I take, I cook, I'm happy again, must be sweet" said Ara boasting.

"Baggots !" grandpa and Rafan said together.

"Ciee says you guys together that I'm arrogant, but I'm as sweet as that." Ara smiled arrogantly.

"Patiently, son Rafan ngadepin granddaughter of this one grandfather, his son was a bit hesitant."

"yes cake." said Rafa.

"Grandpa is that." Ara pretended to whine.

Rafan and Grandpa laugh at Ara.

The day started late in the afternoon, Ara and Rafan went home.

"We said cake, don't miss me."

Ara said as salim to grandfather.

"Yes, go home Grandpa won't miss you."

"And grandpa's a nyebelin." Ara poked her lips in annoyance.

"Hahaha, you've gone home be careful." rubbed Ara's head.

"We're home cake." pamit. Raffans.

They went home, along the way Ara told me a lot about her grandfather. Rafan was silent, occasionally answering Ara's babble. Ara laughs to tell her grandfather, without knowing Rafan is watching Ara's laughter.

You are so sweet again.

A smile rose on Rafan's face

considering Ara's nosy behavior to him, but also attention to feeding Rafan earlier.