Noctah Black Marriage
Black Boy
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part-42
If usually the newlyweds honeymoon just the two, different from us. Irsyad and I chose to bring two families together. At first of course our family refused because they thought it would be disturbing. But we continued to insist on inviting him.
I, Irsyad, Qia, mama, papa, mami Mohan and her household assistant who have been considered the family spent time around Indonesia. From Gorontalo, Bangka Belitung, Lombok, Bali, to Komodo Island. We're really on vacation.
“Mih, tonight Qia let us sleep together,” bargain Irsyad.
“No! Qia tonight it's my turn to sleep with Mama again, Syad.”
“Mah. I also miss Qia,”.
“You ‘kan can same Qia during the day. Later that night let Qia sleep with Mama, yes!”
Since leaving the young moon, never once had Qia slept with me and her father. Oya, my son calls Irsyad ‘ayah’. We understand why my parents and Mami Mohan did all that. They just wanted us to enjoy the night alone without interruption.
He said that Qia would soon be able to get a sister. In less than three months we explored the charm of Indonesia which is so rich in diversity. Now we return to Sukabumi and to the original routine. Especially my husband, Irsyad. He who has a myriad of activities once back is certainly very busy.
Even though Qia already has a new father, my relationship with Hans is still well established. Irsyad also offered him a job. But, whether Hans felt prestige or how, he subtly rejected my husband's offer.
I don't live in a contract anymore. Irsyad turned out to have prepared a house that I think is luxurious complete with facilities. He also employed seven domestic assistants.
I knew my husband was rich, but I never thought I would get any of this. I have never been in love with his wealth. Irsyad said, since he was diligent zakat and sodaqoh, his wealth continued to increase from unexpected directions. Perhaps this is called the miracle of alms. So giving seemed to be an opium to him.
According to the promise of Allah in the letter of Al-Baqarah verse 261 which means: “The parable of those who spend their wealth in the way of Allah is similar to a seed that grows seven grains, in each one hundred seeds. Allah multiplies (rewards) to whom He wills. And Allah is Most Widespread (his gift), All-Knowing.”
Even though Qia already has a new father, my relationship with Hans is still well established. Irsyad also offered him a job. But, whether Hans felt prestige or how, he subtly rejected my husband's offer.
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Five years ago we decided to move to London. Because Irsyad's business in Bandung really must be monitored directly. While the one in Sukabumi is quite entrusted to his subordinates. Of course Mami Mohan also we brought and moved.
Alhamdulillah, although my mother-in-law still remains in her belief, but we get along well only one roof. During this time I often hear complaints from the daughters-in-law if living at home with her in-laws from A to Z. Miraculously, I never once felt uncomfortable with his presence.
Even want it today, Mami Mohan can come with us to Sukabumi. However, because my mother is less fit, so can not come along.
We rarely go to Sukabumi. The last time I went to this small town was a few years ago. We spent about four hours traveling. Finally arrived at the city mosque square. Yes, we will perform dzuhur prayer first.
The car is parked in the area provided. We started to enter the shady courtyard of the mosque. Direct irsyad to ****** special brother. While me and Qia rest for a while under the Kiara Umbrella tree. Sitting on an Iron garden chair while enjoying a gust of wind.
The courtyard of the mosque is quite spacious and directly connected to the park of the City Square. A lot of people visit just to hang out.
“Momi, look at the boy!” Show Qia to a boy who is offering her merchandise.
“Iya, why?”
“Please is still small already have to sell for money,” said Qia sad.
I watched the boy whose interpretation of his age was not much different from Qia. It's just that the child's body looks so very thin, his skin is husky and black once. Maybe because he was often exposed to the light of the king during the day.
Drrtt .. shakes the phone in my little bag to break the daydreams about the boy Qia still cares about.
It turned out that Irsyad made the call.
“Ya, Bang.”
“Dek, you are still on the page?”
“Iya.”
“Ayok fast entry Mosque. It's 12:30,” he reminded.
Irsyad is always calling me to pray immediately if it is time. Pray at the beginning of time! The message is never bored.
“Qia, let's pray first. Dad called Momi, you know,” take me while moving.
“Bentar Momi.” Qia held my arm.
“What's up?”
“We buy first tissue.”
“Tissu ‘kan is in the bag. In the car there is also.”
It turned out that the item the boy was trading was a tissue. I also called the boy.
“Adek!” call me while waving my hand.
The boy came rushing over. “Iya, Mom. Want to buy the knife?” ask him expectantly with a smile.
“Iya. How much?”
“Two thousand five hundreds, Bu.”
“I bought everything, yes! So how many?” ask Qia suddenly.
I actually predicted this. Irsyad was not his real father, but his caring soul had been passed down.
“True to buy everything?” ask the boy.
Qia nodded confidently. The child immediately counts the amount of tissue left in the cardboard he carries.
“All there are 22 pieces of tissue. So a total of fifty-five thousand rupiah,” he explained quickly.
I immediately give you a hundred thousand rupiah. “The return is just take it, Dek!”
“No need, Mom! Thank ye. The return is there, kok,” subtly refused while extending back forty-five thousand rupiah.
“Oh. Deck, if you may know, how old is it?”
“Eight years, Bu.”
Turns out he's only half a year older than my son. Honestly, I salute a child his age so quickly and precisely in counting. Maybe because I'm used to it. Salute too, she refused my free gift just now. Although I believe the situation is difficult, he still struggles with selling and taking what is rightfully his.
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We went to a restaurant for lunch. Then agreed to separate because Irsyad had to finish some of his affairs. While I decided to take Qia to visit her papa grandmothers.
“Yeah, granddaughter is already this big,” exclaimed her mother Hans.
We also grabbed the back of his wrinkled hands to shake hands.
“Eh, this is Ate?” ask Dea.
“Iya, Ate.”
Dea immediately kissed Qia who still looked adorable.
We are welcome to sit. Nothing has changed with my ex-in-law's house. It's just that now this house looks old and there is damage in some corners.
“Bu, where's papa Qia, huh? I lost contact a long time ago. His number could not be reached. Did he change his number?”
“Hans ...” My ex-in-law looked down and sobbed.
“Papa Qia jailed, Brother,” clear Dea shocking.
“Yes Allah, why?”
“She was arrested for being caught maling motor.”
“Astaghfirullahaladzim.”
“Iya, Sal. Hans didn't get a decent job. In the past, even the ngojeknya was not producing. His fault even mismanaged.” Hans' mother said lethargicly.
“Mom, why is papa Qia evil?” ask Qia suddenly.
“Honey, papa Qia not evil, kok.”
“Barusan Ate says in jail.”
I took a deep breath while thinking how to explain it to Qia so that she would not think her father was evil.
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