Red Noctah
Part 45's
"Oh Allah .. Why can't I sleep?" he tried to turn his body back. Feeling uncomfortable.
The woman had tried to find another activity, her mind was still wandering. Repeatedly turned his phone back but there was no message that attracted attention to be opened. Only ordinary grub-grub fills the pop screen of the phone screen.
One notification of incoming messages is quite attention-grabbing. New number is listed there. The woman was also interested in reading it.
[Assalamu'alaekum ... If, hopefully in good health always, this is Umi, son, tomorrow God willing, Abah will play there.]
When still staring at the screen of his phone without blinking. Umi Zalwa wants to play at home, same Abah, what would you like to do?
[Waalaikumsalam .. aamiin Umi, the best prayer back to the Umi family may always be in good health. Please Umi, with pleasure if Umi would like to play in our hut]
When replying to a message from Umi Zalwa. After that, I fell asleep because my eyes were heavy. Kumandang adhan dawn who reverberated with each other from the mosque and mosque opened the eyes of women who had not long visited the dream. It is used to being called at the beginning of time, so it is no longer heavy to take ablution.
The woman immediately fulfilled her two obligations. Because it is still too early and there are no activities that attract his attention, he continued to read the Koran and wirid. Until the sun seems to peek from the curtain, the woman just closed the mushaf.
"Razik, aren't you awake yet?" When researching his son, the boy still looks pules. Lately not as agile as usual or maybe a feeling when the less attention.
"Sir, this is really cooking a lot, I just want to say the hell later increase the cooking, but this is not too much?" ask if it is astonishment. Towards a kitchen full of groceries. They also seem to be busy with each other.
"When, why don't you tell me that Ustadz Zaki's extended family wants to come here, he just reported it at dawn, Mommy's going to be his nyiapin grusu?" bu Rima Protest.
"Umi just told Bun last night, it was too late, he said he wanted to play here, miss Razik," replied Bila innocently.
"Help ya, afraid not to run to the Ustadz Zaki family come."
"Just put it aside Bun, do not have to cook this big, most of which come just Umi same Abah, say the hell so, want to stop by before going home," replied If enough confidence.
The woman left the kitchen, looking at Razik in her room who was still sleeping. The child tumben once at home in the morning, usually already nimbrung mother if not the mother because of demand or whining.
"Little guesthouse, wake up!" chirp When suddenly. Considering her ex-husband, seeing Razik is so similar, her husband's version. He smiled to himself, remembering the man who recently had no news. No message, maybe true said Lastri, stay the phone, but to do that, if you have no reason.
Busy all day helps cook cooking quite a sore too. The woman closes in with a shower and preaches herself. Of course, on the orders of Mother, to better decorate yourself so that it looks a little different.
"Bak Lastri!" she screamed the woman looking.
"Where's rash? I took a shower, I ate, nothing?"
"The guesthouse was here?" ask if it is a little wonder.
"Yes, take Razik, already saying goodbye, nitip the message is like me, same mother, if take Razik for a while mumpung holiday."
"Like that?" answer when confused.
"Eh, Non Bila very beautiful, because Allah .. whose wife-to-be?" seloroh Lastri.
"Obviously Ma'am, it's just me polishing thinly. Don't understand Mommy, if I'm ugly amad yes if not dandan."
"Not so dear, beautifying yourself is one form of appreciating yourself, maintaining and caring for the work of God well," said Mother sage.
Their conversation was interrupted when they heard the roar of a car engine entering his yard. Three cars broke into the yard, quite rame and unexpected.
"Who's Bun?" tanya Bila kepo, come peeking out of the curtain slit.
"Thank God for your visit here too." That's Umi Zalwa's voice outside.
"Cock that comes a lot too," muttered Bila began to fret.
"Assalamu'alaikum ..." the sound of greetings echoed throughout the room.
"Waalaikumsalam ..." answered simultaneously the whole house. Mom and Dad were busy welcoming their guests. While Lastri looks super busy pouring drinks into a glass and counting the numbers.
Nabila himself has not moved from there, still in the middle room sitting with a huff. His feelings began to unsettle and wonder. Fear that the prejudice is right.
The woman had just come out into the living room when everyone had filled the room.
"Assalamu'alaikum ... Nak When? God willing, beautiful son," praised Umi Zalwa. The woman welcomed Umi's hand with reverence.
When trying to research anyone who came, there was Abah his father Ustadz Zaki and he himself, Nadia and Nadia's family were present there. As well as other relatives from the Umi family, and .. the number of parcels that became a hand.
Seeing that, if suddenly upset himself, can be guessed the purpose of their arrival visited his house.
"God ... How is this?" When I start to wonder in my heart. Inadvertently their eyes met, Ustadz Zaki smiled calmly while Bila herself looked down confused.
