Not Nackal, Nurul!
Cinderella is Not Sleeping
Nurul was handed over by Mr. Sudarsono to Aunt Lupita. “He has agreed,” Mr. Sudarsono told Aunt Lupita. Aunt Lupita shone a look of suspicion on Nurul. “Really?” ask Aunt Lupita to Nurul. “Iya, Auntie,” replied Nurul grimly.
“What have Mas done to Nurul?” ask Aunt Lupita. “Just give him some advice,” replied Mr. Sudarsono who left them. “Mas! Mas don't make weird, yeah!” threaten Aunt Lupita who has been on her back Mr. Sudarsono go.
“Tante... “ call Nurul. “All is well, really, Auntie,” Nurul said in a low voice. “Mama! Call Aunt ‘Mama’, Darling. I'm sure you really love your best friend Icha until you sacrifice for her like this,” said Aunt Lupita.
“Not really, Aunt. I... I. I was just blackmailed, Nurul's inner” unbending her intention to complain about Mr. Sudarsono's extortion to her. “You must keep the reason why you are willing to help Om, even from my sister. Otherwise, Om will divulge all the scandals of your mother's death!” Mr. Sudarsono's words were ringing in his head.
“From now on, I am your Mama. And you will live here as the son of Mama, Maria,”, said Aunt Lupita as she grabbed Nurul's shoulder and led him to walk to Nurul's new room. “So, Nurul's name is Maria, Auntie?” ask Nurul. Aunt Lupita glared at him. “Emh. So my name is now Maria, Ma?” nurul repeated his question. Aunt Lupita smiled at Nurul. “Iya, from now on in your role as Maria, Darling,” said Aunt Lupita with their steps in rhythm towards Nurul's new room.
Since Nurul was in a luxury mansion with Aunt Lupita, all Nurul's movements were arranged. How Nurul walked, sat, even ducked to pick up objects that fell though. Everything is arranged.
“Remember, Darling. Elevate your neck, yeah like that. This chin.. ” said Aunt Lupita while holding Nurul's chin. “Don't let your chin be less than a inch away with your ribs. Understand?” aunty Lupita. “Understanding, Ma,” replied Nurul.
When I was about to eat dinner, Nurul was already limp. His feet have been sore practicing using high heels all day. His stomach was rumbling. But, he was still unable to enjoy the luxurious dishes that were before his eyes.
“Table manner you have to be right. Position legs and hips.Emh, tomorrow you have to wear jeans and short-sleeved shirts only,” said Aunt Lupita who stood by his side. Nurul looked up as soon as the instructions he heard. Jeans were tight pants, short-sleeved shirts and how could Nurul deal with people in such clothes?
“Only inside the house, Darling. You will still wear Muslim clothes when outside. You see now Mama can not see the position of your body is right or not with clothes like that. We have to get used to the right posture,” said Aunt Lupita.
Nurul has also learned how to behave properly. “True Mas Sudarsono. You are a smart kid. Your capture is fast. Mama sure Mama does not need to spend a lot of time to do this all,” praise Aunt Lupita. “Means I can eat now, Ma?” nurul said with sparkling eyes. “Of course,” says Aunt Lupita.
Nurul also saw not only one eating utensil in front of him. He chose the most familiar, the spoon and fork. Because it was a wide piece of meat, Nurul took a fork in his right hand, stabbed the meat, read the basmallah, then raised it and wanted to bite it.
After Nurul watched Aunt Lupita carefully, he repeated what Aunt Lupita did. “Then this continues when is full?” inner Nurul's. “Well, yes, it is exactly like that. Come on, let's continue eating. Mama is sure you are hungry,” said Aunt Lupita. “Alhamdulillaaah.. “ Nurul so relieved to hear it.
After that exhausting activity, Nurul rested in his room. Now he can really enjoy the spacious and magnificent room. Nurul laid her body on the soft and spacious bed. His hands were stretched out straight and his hands and feet were moved like butterfly wings.
Nurul was silent looking at the ceiling of his high room. Then, the look in his eyes he rolled around. Wardrobe closet. The mysterious object he had not yet opened caught his attention. The closet is so big. Nurul got up and approached him.
Nurul touched the beautiful carving on the cupboard and opened it. He looked amazed at the closet full of clothes. “Maybe this all has Maria. You can't, you can't. Not mine, Nurul's inner” undoes her intention to touch one of the nightgowns hanging before her.
The suitcase is still on the other side. The suitcase that he had opened and had not closed completely. While looking at her distant suitcase, Nurul had another thought. “The identity of Maria is indeed I am wearing. So, no problem dong if I want to try on Maria's clothes for a while?” inner Nurul's.
Nurul turned his gaze back to the row of expensive clothes hanging in front of him. She then took one of the pink nightgowns that were so beautiful. Nurul then took off her clothes and replaced them with the nightgown. It turned out that the nightgown was so fitting in Nurul's body.
Nurul reflected and twisted his body in front of the mirror. His long hair he uncovers. “Beautiful bangeeet!” murmured Nurul clenched both hands on her cheeks and stomped her tiny legs. He saw his legs open in the smooth part of his calf. He also saw an open chest. Then, the unraveled hair fell on her open chest.
Nurul wiped her side hair behind her ear. He picked up the comb lying on the dresser. Nurul combed her hair slowly while enjoying the beautiful scenery in front of her.
“Hai, my name is Maria. Hihihi..” he said followed by kekehnya. “Eh, wrong. Gini, gini.. Hi, I'm Maria,” Nurul said as she raised her chin higher and raised her eyebrows. Nurul then smiled while shaking his head. “Astafirullahal adziim! Nurul!” he said while rising. When he was about to change back his clothes, he turned his body again in front of the mirror.
“Ga no harm try how Princess Cinderella when sleeping,” he said prevent changing the clothes back. Nurul went to bed in that dress. He laid down his body and pulled out a soft blanket to cover his body.
Just a few minutes he closed his eyes, suddenly he widened his eyes quickly. Nurul did not sleep. Something just disturbed him.
