Nadira (forgotten)

*Cooking Ema's favorite foods

I want to say that I miss you, though,

But I realized, though,

That won't change anything, though,

I send my greetings in every prayer

For those I can no longer hold.

Lord, only to you I complain.

MammaMay

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Droplets of water droplets that wet the earth fell, wetting the cheeks of a man who was longing for the kalam, He is Dira. Dira fell asleep in the navel of his mother, tired of complaining and telling stories until he unconsciously slept there.

Dira erases the trail of drizzly spots that fall, staring at the sky that is starting to be unfriendly again, but it is not for Dira. This moment complemented his mood, Dira let his father's face wet by the water stubs that fell from above, feeling the cold rain that was not even as cold as his heart now.

Long enjoyed the rain that soaked the entire earth is no exception for him who deliberately enjoyed it, Suddenly the rain no longer soaked his body in the midst of increasingly heavy rain. Dira raised his face, seeing someone standing right beside him.

Ema, Ya ema stood beside Dira while one hand holding an umbrella to hold the rainwater that soaked her little miss, the other she used to hold her own umbrella.

"Already miss, will be sick" said Ema while handing the umbrella to Dira who received Dira who is now standing.

On the way home Dira just silently leaned his head on the car glass while looking at the street lights that adorn every corner of the city streets, making the scenery beautiful at night, opened his eyes to look. Ema saw her little miss who kept daydreaming could only exhale her rough breath, she could do nothing if it was like this, just waiting for her non-mood to return to its original state.

The car entered the courtyard of the house, Dira came out without saying a word, she said, Ema has already memorized Even has been very good at the temperament of her little miss if it is so unwilling and can not be disturbed at all. Ema chose to complete the work given by Dira earlier which was delayed because Ema preferred to follow Dira because she was worried.

The sound of the Adhan resonates with each other, awakening every person who is still loyal under his warm blanket to fulfill his obligations to the owner of the kalam.

Like Dira who had opened his eyes since 03 am this day, after carrying out his tahajud Sunnah Dira chose to continue to sing sholawat for His Prophet Muhammad until dawn. Dira rushed to rise to carry out two rakaatnya like other Muslims.

At 06:00, the fragrant cuisine rippled throughout the room. Ema sniffed the fragrance of her cooking and she was very familiar with who cooked it.

Ema came out of her room already in a neat state as a personal assistant CEO stepped into the kitchen, the fragrant source of the cooking money burst out earlier and sure enough, just right, standing beautiful lady who is agile and energetic is cool stirring meat barrels favorite food Ema. Things like this are common if Dira's mood has improved he will cook favorite foods Ema and himself then eat food together.

"For my beautiful Ema" said Dira when turning over there was Ema behind her.

"For miss. Special food?" ask Ema pretending to be surprised, but already khatam hehe.

"certain. Special food for special people like you" he replied excitedly.

Ema was grateful in her heart, her little miss did not drag on in her grief and now it is proven by seeing the spirit of Dira that has returned to normal and even like nothing has happened. Everything is light, no burden.

After finishing cooking and arranging the food on the table, Dira and Ema ate in silence. Because it is not good to chat while eating, pamali said people here mah hehe.