Pioneering Life in the Land of the Region

CHAPTER 5 IS DISAPPOINTED OR DISAPPOINTED

the weather this afternoon was cloudy and the weather was cold. Papa was sitting on the front porch with my husband, while I was in my new room performing the ashar prayer.

"Assalamualaikum Warahmatullah, Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh" after my greetings looked around my husband's room which has now become my room. every detail did not go out of sight. until a strange feeling filled my heart and my mind, I don't know what feeling I'm feeling right now looking around the room for a moment.

'now that I am here, I am really in my husband's house, away from my own family, being a newcomer, and the real story is about to begin' my inner self.

the view of the room is very different from my room at home.I see a new bed, fan which is also new.it seems like a wedding gift from the family bang Azraf.

'o Allah is very kind to my husband's family until his bed has been replaced new, even fans they buy expensive, while my fan alone at home for 60 thousand' my inner. I turned my gaze towards the stuff still scattered because I just took it out of the suitcase. I was confused how to store my clothes, there was no more closet in my husband's room other than the butut and reot closet. It looks like the closet is already a dozen years old because the back of it has been eaten by termites. but it can still be used if only the back is on a plywood lid or even closed cloth for a while.

'what's important is to keep my clothes, when will I buy a more decent one if I get a salary from my inner teaching. for a long time I looked at the cupboard until finally my gaze turned to the bottom of the cupboard right on the rice stirrer made of bamboo.it was handmade mbah ibuk. o Allah is powerless I think I remember the moment of departure yesterday.I want to feel angry but can not.Tears suddenly flood to see rice stirrer made by Mbah ibuk. o Allah now Mbah ibuk alone at home.no one help cook or clean because Mbah ibuk only has 1 daughter, namely my mother. but my mom and Mbah mom only have 2 granddaughters, me and Rosella. Rosella is 1 year old and I've been living with Mbah ibuk. 'Ampuni servant O Allah for leaving Mbah ibuk, give salvation and health to Mbah O Allah' my prayer in the heart hope Mbah ibuk will continue to be healthy. I reach the rice mixer and embrace it, I embrace it, my tears were breaking as if I wanted to go back home and embrace Mbah ibuk. had the heart to leave Mbah ibuk. but what power I can what.

I heard footsteps approaching me and warm hugs now I feel.

"Dear shafa... Why are you crying?" my husband seemed to hear my cry even though I tried not to make a cry. 'does he hear my cry?'my mind when I look at his face and then I turn to the rice mixer in my arms.

"it's handmade Mbah ibuk" my gaze still remains on the rice stirrer as I continue to cry.

"the strong yes dear, the patient, doain continue to be healthy mother there" advice from my husband

"yes, I just thought Mbah, now you alone no one helps" I replied while wiping away tears.

there was no response from the Azraf bang.he just hugged me more and more...

"sorry Brother, huh? have taken you from the family there, have brought you here, sorry brother" bang Azraf said softly, I did not respond to it, I am still late in my sadness "Shafa, you are okay to come with papa. later abis lebaran Abang pick up" said my husband as if he had understood the cause of my crying.

"no bang, I'm okay2, brother doain me yes let me strong live my day here"

"i'm sad it's natural bang, I need an adjustment" I said as I stroked her cheek.

"yes, baby, that's for sure, sorry, brother?"

I just nodded and smiled a little in response to her

"Abang promise will be happyin you, brother will not be concerned with family there who already ngijinin Abang bring you here" said bang Azraf while back tightening his arms.

"aamiin yes rabbal alamiin" I replied

"have not been so late crying dear later look papa so think not how?!"

"yes, I'm okay"

"really?"

"yes, abaaaang"

" cook anyway?"

"really, I don't believe it"

"mmm, try where your smile is you want to see!" I immediately wiped away the tears that threw a smile at my husband.

"hiiiiii.." I smiled as I showed my teeth,

bang Azraf laughed at my behavior.

"gemes" bang Azraf pinched both of my cheeks

"it hurts a lot" I said, holding both of my cheeks after pinching my husband.

"haha sorry baby, you're gemesin abisnya anyway"

I scowled disregarding him.

"hmm" I replied still scowling

"yes, if the prayer has been completed papa cementin whether on the terrace outside"

"yes bang"

"oiya later we invite Zafran bang to his house"

"oh yeah?"

"iyaaa, the three of us with papa too"

"what is a bang?"

"yes, it's a family introduction" said bang Azraf and walked to the terrace.

"owh yes" I replied briefly.

I folded my face with the alphabet and then I put it on the table. Before leaving the room I made sure there were no tears on my face. "ah but it still seemed that I was crying. look me in the eye" I murmured when I looked in the mirror.I took the powder and polished it on my face to make it slightly covered.

*DITERRANEAN

I saw papa enjoying the view he was still seeing for the first time.Silence smile on his lips I can see from behind the door.Look at his smile I don't think I should be sad. I approached papa who was sitting down while having fun there.

"cold, you know, it's raining all day" I said, starting a conversation.

"iya nduk, papa eling used to work time driver send goods to Kalimantan to Bali, sometimes Yo through this kayak village sueneng, rasane was like working while ng-trip, sometimes Yo through kayak village sueneng, hahaha what else if the tires leak on the streets of the village, want to not want ya have to spend the night while betulin tires" explained papa accompanied by his laughter.

"hehe... means often passing to the corners first time between goods?" ask bang Azraf

"Yo suering le.., I used to feel at home what else to spend the night in rural village, the air is cool, rasane tentrem pisan" replied papa

"do you think it's okay if I'm going to stay here?" ask me curious

"nduk Ono proverb Baiti Jannati, my house is my paradise. Kerene language my house is my palace"

I was silent for a moment and I looked at my face and saw the meaning of papa.

papa then smiled continuing his explanation, "nduk..wherever the sample Karo bojomu stay Yo iku your palace, your palace. papa seneng if you are happy, whis iku tok" while smiling at me.

me and bang Azraf smiled in response to papa's explanation.

"wis.dagas papa Saiki wis completed, papa wis wedok son not serahke to his new family"

we were also pensive, the atmosphere that had been warm now seemed to be quiet.

"le. papa percoyo your man" said the father looked in my husband's face and then turned to look at me, looking at me,

"sir. papa knows you're strong" said papa with a gentle smile.

I looked down at the words of papa. Tears felt like dripping but as hard as I could hold. 'I must be strong, because papa already believes that I am strong' my mind .

"pray us pa"

" Y.. Yo nduk" papa nodded with a smile as he sighed, his sitting position was changed to lean. I saw his gaze as if I was thinking something. I know in his gaze there is me he is thinking right now.

I turned my gaze to the face of bang Azraf, he just smiled and clasped my hand, as if giving me strength so that I could get through my daily life here. I returned his smile and I nodded my head giving him a signal that I would try to get through the day here patiently and steadfastly.

seriate.....