My Choice of Woman

Episode 85's

Today Ilham was forced to pick up Mrs Tin who now lives with Mommy. In two weeks it turns out that Ms. Tin helped Mother's cake shop. Now the Ilham household is like a bride in general. Mrs Tin is happy that she has finally returned to Ilham's house. Plus Bu Tin can help Farah in making paper crafts for customer orders.

Life began to run dynamically with almost no problems. Inspiration was busy with his shop from morning to night. Farah who has a new side job then at mala will learn as usual. And Rahma who still lives is united with Farah's family. Little Argian already looks healthy and his body contains fat, even so he still looks adorable with both cheeks that expand like mangroves.

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The human mind is unique, sometimes it leads humans in silence which ends up being daydreams. When we daydream our eyes are only fixed on one object. We see it, silent and sometimes without batting an eye. Our bodies are in that place, but not with our minds. Our eyes are open, but what we see is a visualization of the reasoning that occurs in our minds.

Already more than three times Akmal looks daydreaming something. At most Ilham who caught him while daydreaming, even Ilham suggested that Akmal go on vacation for a while. But still Akmal only smiled faintly at the suggestion.

These few days what kind of thoughts were like probing the spaces in the corner of his heart. It made Akmal unsettled, like living in the shadows. Every time he fell asleep, surely a dream about a conversation under the tree appeared. Then he will wake up with sweat flowing profusely.

The conversation under the sheltered tree continues to haunt Akmal in every way. Conversations under the tree are like promises that must be fulfilled immediately. The promise cannot be exchanged or exchanged. That promise will continue to exist as long as the person bound inside is still breathing. Promises will remain despite the eroding of time.

Akmal opened his two eyes, he exhaled a long breath into the air.

“I should as soon as possible do this.”

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Sunday afternoon with a silhouette of twilight light illuminating the corner of the city and a little timid at the foot of the horizon. It will be late afternoon for Maghrib. A young man with a wet face after holing up faced the qibla. He performs a worship movement as whichever has been established. Stand up, bow, bow and sit down. Like that three times. He prayed to strengthen his heart, calling the name of his Lord. So calm and peaceful.

He was still sitting in the corner of the house of worship, he was determined to calm whatever was turbulent. He waited for the prayer time after this to strengthen his heart again. The time between dusk and night was increasingly felt and then changed the dark sky. The sky is scattered with flickering stars.

Azan isya’. The young man sitting in the corner of the house of worship stood up to fetch water for sanctification. He intends then start to wash, fresh and cold water wash some of his limbs. Seemed quite holy, the young man returned to fulfill the call of God who reverberated melodious filled the night journey.

The young man stood among the shaf of the jama’ah. He lifted his heart once more. Imam Salat led the worship. The voice of faith is so sweet. He chanted surah al-fatihah very tartil, making the steadfastness of heart speak to His Creator.

In the prayer movement that stands, as if the body bears many sins and burdens of life. Then bending over, the burden slightly reduced in mass. Then prostrate, the burden as if it had fallen down. The mind and heart are aligned, making it calmer. The young man prostrated himself, whispering his prayers and requests to the ground, but they could be heard by the people of heaven.

In four rakaats, the young man finished fulfilling his obligations. He prayed again whether he prayed to how much he had promised tonight. More than once. Then the young man got up and walked out of the mosque. But something caught the young man's attention, he walked towards a box made of wood. There was a slight gap on the surface of the wooden box. Then the young man took out a red sheet of money that read 6 digit numbers. Then he went back to his journey, picking up the future.

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Ilham came home at exactly 19:30. As usual, he was greeted with his joy. Then Inspiration went into the room to wash himself, removing the oil and dirt attached to the body. The water that washed his body felt comfortable and cool. Inspiration came out of the bathroom, he saw his wife who had prepared clothes for him. I don't know since when his wife has not been embarrassed to see Ilham who only wears a towel to cover his lower body. Maybe they're used to it.

The sound of the roar of the car engine was heard stopping in front of Ilham's house. Ms. Tin hastily opened the fence to see who came on a night like this. Ilham was still sitting in the living room peeking a little at who was coming, he saw Bu Tin talking to the person who was going to visit it.

It seems like Bu Tin knows that person.

Farah also heard the roar of a car engine that stopped in front of the house. She made sure it wasn't the sound of her husband's car. Out of curiosity Farah also tried to drive from Rahma's room to the living room. Arriving in the living room, Farah saw her husband who was trying to peek at who the person who was talking to Ms. Tin was.

“Who Mas? Tumben nights like this have guests. Why not be immediately asked to enter by Tin ma'am?” Farah asked Ilham.

“Once, it looks like mom Tin knows the guy. Just a minute let Mas who's ahead see who's coming.”

Inspiration walked to his front house. He was very curious why Mrs Tin did not let her guests in. From the lighting of the headlights of the house, Ilham only saw the shadow of a man who was now talking to his assistant.

“That's who Bu Tin is?” Inspiration slightly raised his voice.

Ilhan seemed to know the silhouette of the man, very familiar to him. The inspiration that had originally only stood near the doorway, finally walked again towards the fence of his house.

Can't be Ray ‘kan?

The mind of Inspiration begins to worry about possibilities that could be bad. He finally approached Mrs Tin. Farah who was just silent in the living room also turned to look at the front of the house. His curiosity prompted the desire to see from the threshold of the door. He saw Ilham and Bu Tin was talking to a man.

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