Rainbow At The End of Longing

3. Longing Fried Rice Mas Awan

I woke up again tonight at night. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall of my room. It's one in the morning. Not every night did I experience something like this, waking up in the middle of the night because I was hungry. Only sometimes.

I'm wiping my stomach full, baby.

"Guard is hungry, huh? Want to eat some more fried rice? Yuk, Mommy makein, yes," I said as if to talk to the baby who was in my stomach.

For some reason every time I wake up at night and feel hungry like this, all I want is to eat fried rice and not any other food.

Ah, I miss the special fried rice made by Mas Awan. Usually every time I wake up at night like this it must be Mas Awan who will cook fried rice for me. Special fried rice with love spices he said. And I will definitely instantly finish the fried rice that Mas Awan made without remaining.

Both my eyes immediately glazed over. The clear circle returned to freefall without me being able to prevent it. I miss my husband so much. It has been a month since the accident. And until now there is still no news about the existence of Mas Awan.

But in my heart I am still very sure that my husband is fine, even if I don't know where he is at the moment. And one of my prayers that I always pray to Allah Subhanahu wata'ala, hopefully later when I give birth I can be accompanied by Mas Awan. And it is Mas Awan who will make the first Adhan for our children later.

I rubbed the tears running down my cheek using my right hand. Taking a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. After making sure Keinan was still asleep in his sleep, I rushed to get out of bed.

I went down the stairs and headed towards the kitchen. Preparing all the necessary ingredients and seasonings, after that I then started cooking the fried rice that I wanted.

After my fried rice was cooked, I then poured it on the plate. Taking her to the dinner table, I started eating my fried rice.

But just one mouthful that I ate, suddenly my stomach immediately felt nauseous. I got up from my seat and ran to the sink. I regurgitated my stomach in the sink.

A few moments later, after my stomach was relieved, my vomiting stopped. I immediately doused my vomit and gargled and washed my mouth using water from the sink faucet.

I wiped my face. It feels weak when you vomit like this. I supported my body by holding on to the edge of the sink. My tears are flowing again. This time I cried as much as I could, even with my voice in check, not wanting to disturb the rest.

It's always like this. I was hungry and wanted to eat fried rice. But as soon as I ate my own fried rice I would immediately throw up again.

"Why don't you want to eat fried rice made by Mother? Not as good as Papa's fried rice, huh?" my question while gently rubbing my stomach.

"Adek kangen is the same Papa? The special fried rice cake made by Papa, huh?"

And I was getting more and more excited at hearing my own words.

"Mother also miss Papa, Dek. Special fried rice kangen made by Papa as well, hiks hiks. We're praying together, Dek. May wherever Papa is, Allah Subhanahu wata'ala always protect Papa. And hopefully Papa can come back soon and be with us all again. Aamiin Ya robbal 'alamiin, hyx, '" I said on the sidelines sobbing my tears, still gently rubbing my stomach.

All of a sudden, though,

"Shophi."

I turned around as soon as I heard Mama Wulan's voice calling out to me.

"Mama," Iid.

I saw Mama Wulan seem to be walking hastily towards me.

"What's wrong with you, Shof?" asked Mama by holding my shoulder.

"Custom, Ma. Throw up" I replied a little bit limp.

"Why is this crying?" mama asked again while wiping away the tears on my cheeks.

I have no power to answer that question from Mama. Mama then turned her body and looked towards the dining table.

"Yes, Ma" I replied.

"Why are you vomiting again? Because it wasn't the Clouds that cooked the fried rice?" ask Mama again, guess.

I cried again when I heard Mama say the name Mas Awan. Mama Wulan then immediately hugged me. Patting her on my back slowly, trying to ease my cries.

Moments later, after my cry had subsided a little, Mama then let go of her embrace.

"Udah, don't cry anymore. You sit down first. Let Mama who masakin fried rice for her future grandchildren Mama," said Mama by gently rubbing my stomach.

"No, Ma. I'm a malem, Mama must be tired," I refused to feel hesitant.

"No pa-pa. Not tired though. Just cook fried rice. You sit down first. Yuk!"

Mama Wulan then led me to walk over to the dinner table again. I was put in the dining chair by my mother. My crying has stopped for now.

"Wait a minute, yeah," said Mama.

"Yes, Ma," I said.

Mama Wulan then walked towards the kitchen and started preparing the ingredients to make fried rice. Deftly Mama Wulan then cooked the fried rice.

A few moments later, Mama Wulan came back to me with a plate of fried rice made. The delicious aroma of fried rice immediately burst into my nose.

"Nih, it's mateng. Come on you try it. Hopefully this time not vomited again and his future granddaughter Mama likes the Oma-made fried rice," said Mama Wulan.

"Yes, Ma. Thank you, Ma," I said.

Mama Wulan nodded her head in response. Mama Wulan then sat down next to me. I then started eating fried rice made by Mama.

One bribe, two bribes. And it turned out to be true said Mama Wulan, I did not feel nauseous at all. Even the fried rice made by Mama Wulan feels very good.

"Not really nauseous, Ma," I said with a carefree face.

"Thank God that's it. Let's get wiped out" Mama Wulan said with a smile.

I then continued to eat the fried rice made by Mama Wulan was very greedy. It didn't take long, even one plate of fried rice had moved into my stomach. I finished eating and then drank water.

"Alhamdulillaahafemore. Thank you very much, Ma," I said thanking Mama Wulan.

"Yes, equally. Thankfully, Oma's future grandchildren love Oma's fried rice. As if, as long as the clouds are not there, Mama can cook fried rice for you and the future grandchild of this Mama," said Mama Wulan by gently rubbing my stomach.

"Yes, Ma. Thank you very much" I said with my eyes back in tears.

Mama Wulan hugged me back.

"We must be sure and always pray. The clouds will definitely return soon and gather with all of us again" said Mama Wulan.

"Yes, Ma," I returned with tears in my eyes.

I felt my shoulders wet. I know Mama Wulan has also shed her tears. I hugged Mama Wulan tighter and tighter. We both hugged and strengthened each other.