Renjana Dusk Kala

Chapter 56. Uroe Kingdom, Uroe Happy

Uroe Kingdom, Uroe Happy

(Feast, happy days - Aceh-language)

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Jakarta

Pocktail

He was pouring thick coconut milk into the cauldron, when Sasa entered the kitchen while revealing two pieces of clothes.

"Ma, make lebaran later .. I wear clothes bought by mama ...." Raising the shirt on the right.

"Or the clothes that ma'bit gave you?" Raising the shirt on the left.

"Which one do you want to wear?" He asked back. While continuing to stir the rendang inside the cauldron.

"Nwg ...." Sasa looked worried. "I like both ...."

He smiles. "Then ... wear them both."

"Could you?" Sasa's eyeballs are rounded.

"Can." He's still smiling. "Sasa select one for Id prayers in the mosque. Others for friendship. Wear it all, right?"

"Doh, whose clothes are two eloquents .. very arrogant." Umay who just came home to play had to mute Sasa before entering the bathroom to wash his feet.

"Yeah, really!" Sasa immediately sparkled. Does not serve Umay ledekan. "Mama pinter, deh .. hihihi .. thanks, Mama ...."

He concentrated again in front of the cauldron. Stirring the rendang slowly so that the meat and potatoes are not destroyed.

"If Grandma ... wear which clothes?" Apparently Sasa had not yet moved out of the kitchen. "What mother's clothes ma'bit?"

Mammak who is whipping eggs and sugar to make bhoi cake (dry bamboo) smile. "So that's fair ... Grandma's wearing the other one."

"Wear old clothes?" Sasa. "Don't, Grandma." Sasa nodded in disagreement.

"We're going to get back to fitness ...." Sasa cupped both palms in front of the chest with a little hassle because he was holding two pieces of clothes. How to congratulate Eid. "Her book is also fitri, Nek .. new clothes .. hihihi ...."

"Where is a dress like a person's name ...." Umay chirps who just came out of the bathroom, back mocked Sasa.

Again Sasa paid no attention. "I chose it, Grandma. Which clothes."

"That's also a new shirt" answered the mamak, pouring wheat flour into the egg and sugar whisk that has been expanded.

Sasa's eyes instantly rounded. "Grandma got three new clothes?"

"Sasa also has three new clothes. Just like Grandma," Mama's answer made her neck suddenly itch. Then unconsciously began to throb.

"Oh yeah? How does Sasa not know?"

"Try asking mama, Sasa's new clothes are stored where ...."

He looked at the mother who was smearing the mold with oil. I object to what is being said. But my mom smiled. "What's wrong. It's time ...."

He let out a long sigh before telling Sasa about the maroon box on the table. "Try Sasa check .. on the room table there kot ...."

"I know! I know!" Before he finished the sentence, Sasa had already run away from the kitchen.

"That's on the table, isn't it, Ma? The one in the box?" Shouted Sasa from inside the room.

He just gulped while continuing to stir the rendang.

"This?" In a short time Sasa reappeared in the kitchen while carrying a marun color box. "There's a text of Sasa ...." Sasa smiled broadly like he had a windfall.

He nodded weakly.

"BRANCH!" Shouted Sasa. "Eh, forgot ...." Sasa who had moved suddenly turned around. Just to hug her from behind. "Thank you, Mama ...."

Then as fast as lightning bolts away. "BRANCH! WE GOT NEW CLOTHES!"

He looked at the mamak who was piling up the container used to shake the dough. Mama nodded again.

Ever since Lela heard Sasa mention Tama's name, I don't know how many people have come to the house. Intentionally want to ask about the news of birds that have been circulating throughout the village. If he is to get married soon.

"Just pray Pocut gets the best mate," said mamak mediate. Because he suddenly gagu, can not answer smoothly, let alone clearly.

"Why did Mamak worry about him?" Ask in the afternoon, while entering the ripened rendang into several containers at once. Mamak plans to send it to a number of relatives. Tama Included.

"As a reply to yesterday's shipment." As soon as Mom answered her objection. "Try asking Agam, can be sent to which address."

"He can be big-headed" he lamented. "Nothing has been done ...."

"A week ago we also sent to Jogja," said mamak. "May the one in Jogja not be big head."

He looked at my mother in disbelief. "It was sent to Dara's family."

"And Sada." Mama looked back at him.

"They're husband and wife," he sighed increasingly in disbelief.

"And they were also Anjani's older brother. How is it different from Tama?"

He breathed a long breath. Can't argue.

"We also sent for Mr. Camat .. and some people who had asked to be able to take your wife but were rejected" said mamak.

He looked back at his mother in disbelief. "They all counted customers. It's only natural that we send food on holidays."

Mom smiled. "Didn't the conversation with Agam yesterday work? Up to now, it's still hard to avoid."

He stopped the activity of putting rendang into the container. "I'm not avoiding. I just can't ...." He looked at Mama with a grim face. "Have you forgotten the bang Is?"

My mother nodded in understanding. Put the bhoi cake back in the container. After that, it stopped because of chatting. "You also know ... if there is a difference of opinion about this, right?"

He kept the sodet on the cauldron. Then take a chair to sit down. Discussion about who will be a wife in heaven. He asked Mutia some time ago.

"Women can choose which husband will be together in heaven."© Mamak staring at him. "Or a woman would be with her last husband in the world if ...." ®

"His faith is the same as his wife's. You can even get together with grandchildren. If you are both in faith and piety," continued Mamak.

He lowered. "Many say .. the second opinion is more valid. I don't want to make a wrong decision. I'm ...." He looked at mom. "Wind with bang Is ...."

"I ...." He has no power to continue the sentence. Every time he talked about bang Is, his sadness immediately went out.

"Wallahua'lam bishawab (only God knows the truth)." My mother's voice sounded soothing. "How will it be a supernatural thing. No human knows."

"Our task in the world is to remain in the faith. For the afterlife ...." Mama stared at him. "All God knows."

"Don't torture yourself." Mamak finished composing the last bhoi cake. "If anything makes you doubt .. speak carefully with the person concerned."

"If after Istikharah is not sure, say it well. Refuse with polite language. Don't be complicated. All this time we have been a family. You guys didn't get married either. We're all family. Stay in touch."

"Not having to dodge continuously and me ...."

"Why so sure about him?" Cut it while weaving fingers restlessly. "Why do you think Mamak is taking sides?"

"What is he talking about with Mamak?" He's getting restless. "Is there anything I don't know yet? Did he force Mamak? Is he ...."

Mamak closed one by one bhoi cake containers to be sent to relatives. "I'm also istikharah." ∆

He closed his eyes. "Is there an answer?"

Mom smiled. "The answer could be seen elsewhere."

"Mrs ...." Suddenly Sasa walked into the kitchen while walking in the style of kenes. "Not good, Ma? This is a dress for Sasa's princes. Hihih ...." Sasa closed his mouth while blushing in embarrassment.

He looked at the mother who was still smiling. Before turning to pay attention to Sasa who was showing off Tama's clothes.

Since this morning after being allowed to open the marun box, there have been countless times Sasa tried Tama's clothes. To the extent that Icad commented with a sour face, "Don't let it, Sa."

"I'm wearing this, Ma, just like Eid." Sasa. I don't know how many times Sasa said it. "Let the same twin of Grandma ...."

"Later clothes from mama sama ma'bit ... Sasa put it on too .. don't worry." Sasa returns to displaying a model-like style. Round and round with hands on waist. "Well, Grandma?"

Mamak. "MasyaAllah. Beautiful Grandma's granddaughter."

Sasa smiled happily. Then giggled in embarrassment while covering his mouth with both hands. "Thank you, Grandma ...." Then go to the living room.

"Is that the answer?" He was getting more and more fidgety.

My mother did not answer directly. Instead, move to the front of the stove to continue the pending task. Put the rendang into the container.

He wanted to ask again, but Umay's cry was heard first. Half walked to the kitchen. "MA! There's guests!"

Followed by the face of a man who suddenly poked from behind the kitchen door. Smiling broadly while greeting, "Assalamualaikum, Ibu Ida ... Cut what?"

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Allaahu Akbar Allaahu Akbar Allaahu Akbar

Laa Ilaaha Illallaahu Wallaahu Akbar

If last year they became the center of attention of people because of the existence of Anjani. So this year they are the center of attention because of what they wear.

"Smatch, Cut." Mpok Lela who sat right on the shaf behind her repeatedly poked her shoulders, only to give a thumbs up while grinning widely. "That's great. Steady on the future mother commander."

Followed by the smiling gaze of the other neighbors when he followed the RW friendship event at the madrasah.

"Waiting for the invitation, Cut ...."

"Sorry born inner yes, Cut." This time it was Cing Weny who approached. "Maapin aye at that time let go of chatting ame Ella. No one knows who's nipping."

Cing Ella had shaken hands with him earlier. "If the brooch problem no one knows yet, just calm down. Only Weny knows."

He just shook his head.

"The book is adem, Ma. Not sultry," whispered Sasa in his ear when the meal together after shaking hands with each other se RW. "The fabric is smooth .. soft ...."

"Well, wear it all day, Ma. Can you?" Sasa smiled expectantly.

Shortly after returning home, Fahri and his family came to visit. This time with yahbit Hamdan. She has been living in Lhokseumawe for two months now, where her eldest son is.

"Would he get married?" whispered Fatma while she was preparing food to be served in the kitchen. "May be good until day H."

He laughed bitterly. "Who said?"

Do not tell the rumors circulating in the village of Koneng to the place where Fatma lived.

"Say ma'wa." Fatma's reply made her choke and cough.

"Oh." Fatma rubbed her back trying to stop the cough. "Like ABG just misbehaved."

"So curious ...." Fatma smiled seductively. "What the hell is he like. Is it as cool as the deceased?"

"What story's munch?" He immediately shifted the topic from discussing the bang Is.

Fatma smiled broadly with a embarrassed face. "Actually .. not ma'wa directly telling the story."

It cringes.

"Father who said when we called to Lhokseumawe," continued Fatma again with a serious face. "Say .. ma'wa Ida called to bang Gani's number. Ask ... can it help to find a living relative of Teungku Imum?"

"What business is it looking for genealogy? If it wasn't for inheritance or marriage." Fatma smiled knot.

"Who wants to marry?" This time Fatma imitated the speech style of Hamdan's yahbit. "Who else if not ... A pout?" Fatma again put on a big smile. "I'm the same brother guessing."

"really, right? It's true." Fatma still smiled widely. "What's the guy like? Is there a picture of him? Know where? Take it to our place sometime ...."

He could not dwell on the dizzying array of questions from Fatma. Fortunately Agam and Anjani came to the house. Otherwise, maybe he had been nagging Fatma who just kept asking no end.

"We're only here for a while" Agam said while enjoying vegetable and rendang dishes in the kitchen. Anjani and Aran are in the living room.

"This goes straight to the Tama mas service house."

He pretended not to listen.

"There's still an event there. Mas Tama had not even met his mother at home" Agam continued. "Open house rumdin only accompanied by two assistants and se ...."

"That's good?" Cut quick.

"Nob." Agam. "As always, you're the king ...."

He shook his head at Agam's praise.

"Sometimes Anja wants a cooking course to her sister, she said," Agam continued with a mouthful of food.

He nodded. "Can."

"Again learn to cook him." Agam chuckles. Maybe imagine how Anjani who when they first came to the house they could not stew seasoning will cook.

"Yes, just connect the one ...."

He sighed. Guess Agam had forgotten their previous conversation.

"Anja's house became a gathering place for large families from the mother's side equally papa." This time Agam again took a piece of rendang. "So from rumin straight back to mom's house."

"There was no one to go after my mom. It's just left alone with Cucun tea at home."

"Not coming home?" Ask wonder.

"Bi Enok is the same as Mang Jaja who went home. Cucun tea wants to nemenin mama said."

"Oh ...." He nodded.

"While Sada's new family comes tomorrow. Today fly to Bandung first to the place where Dara tea ambush."

He nodded back.

"So, later in the afternoon .. please take mamak to the house of mama yes, sister. Because it seems ... mama can't come to visit our house."

"Later taxinya I ordered. What time can you do it?"

Since last night, he has received dozens of incoming messages containing Eid al-Fitr. One of them was from Tama, which he received after the dawn prayer.

Name: 'Uroe raya, uroe bagia. Happy Eid al-Fitr. Sorry inner birth.'

While yesterday afternoon, Mr. Raka suddenly came to the house.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have any news before. This is also us going to the airport."

Raka sir came with Shaina. Which immediately greeted Sasa with great joy. "Eh, Shaina is going to my house? Asshiiic."

In the past, when he was still working at Persada Appetite, several times had gone four. He, Sasa, Raka sir, and Shaina. Most go to restaurants or children's playgrounds. Although according to his observations, Shaina looks uncomfortable if in the crowd.

"We want lebaran in Malang .. in the house of the mother," said Mr. Raka when Shaina wanted to be invited to play by Sasa.

He nodded. Fortunately rendang for Pak Raka has not been sent to a home address in Jakarta. In this case, he can offer to be taken to Malang.

"Well, coincidence." Mr. Raka smiled happily. "My mom likes to shave. Let's see .. if mama can change her mind after eating your homemade rendang."

"Because after yesterday's pledge ...." Raka suddenly laughed. "Yes, I did yesterday. You don't believe it, do you?"

"Shaina?" He nodded in wonder. Worried about Shaina's condition.

"Someone she's the same sister." Mr. Raka chuckled. "I just took a weird night. Not every day."

He nodded.

"After the end I feel ...." Mr. Raka looked at him deeply. "Must do something."

"Related with .. we." Raka still looked at him. "I'm going home this time .. I'm going to ask for my blessing."

For some reason, a familiar dizzy suddenly floated over him.

"Pray .. may your heart soften." Mr. Raka smiled. "Hope you're not surprised to hear this."

He wasn't surprised? Of course he was surprised. And shock certainly.

"Since you came out of Persada's Taste .. I tried to give myself time. But it turns out ...." Mr. Raka shook his head. "Can't."

"The more trying to ignore .. the more tormented."

Mr. Raka smiled. "I know you enough. I think ... You know me too, right?"

His tongue suddenly fell.

"I need you. Shaina needs you. I'm sure you'll be a great mom ...."

"I'm sorry, I speak directly like this ...." Mr. Raka smiled. "Not in a beautiful place. Without flowers and other fun things. I hope you can understand the limitations."

"I returned to Jakarta on the fourth day. Hopefully by then .. I've got my blessing from my mom."

"Because I don't want to linger."

"I'm so sure of you."

"Sister?" Gorgeous to move his hands before his eyes. "Let's daydream."

He's gasped. The shadow of Mr. Raka's smile and Sasa's babble that invites Shaina to chat instantly fades.

"What time is it next afternoon? Let me get you a taxi from now on."

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Remarks :

©. : the foundation is QS Az-Zukhruf :71 (source: muslim.or.id)

®. : the foundation is HR Ath-Thabrani (source: muslim.or.id)

∆. : the runway is HR. Muslim (source: bincangsyariah.com)