
The day that awaited arrived, from the morning we were busy packing the items that would be brought to the new house. Ridho looked excited. Mother was no less enthusiastic about preparing our needs, especially food to eat there.
After the return of Mr and Ridho Zuhur prayer, we began to put things into the car. Some other items, such as cooking utensils and patio chairs we have bought and between yesterday, all while cleaning the house. The rest we will buy again after there to better know what equipment we need.
After packing, I took us to lunch first. A tired body makes appetite increase. I looked at the faces of the Father and Mother who had sweated, the affection for them increased.
As we prepared to leave, my two in-laws came. We answered their greetings. Mommy looks beautiful with a blue robe she wears. He had cake and fruit in his hand.
"Mbak is getting closer to his face" said Mother.
"Well, I can."
"Truly .. divide donk, the recipe!" joke Mom.
Mother just smiled in response to Mother's words. I'm happy to see their familiarity. Ridho also looked as close as seeing the closeness of our parents.
Remembering the incident when we visited Dad's house yesterday. I went there because Ridho borrowed Dad's car. Although not as warm as before, Mother's attitude is not too cold to me anymore. Maybe he is happy with his son's achievements.
Dad and I chatted for a while on the terrace. Ridho and I went back to check the luggage, afraid that something might be left behind. Half an hour later, we headed to our dream home.
***
Before Ashar time, all the items had already been put into the house. Mother took out the snack she brought. We sat on the terrace talking to unwind.
Adhan Ashar reverberated, Ridho, Father and Father said goodbye to prayer in the mosque. I rested my body for a moment while Mother and Mother prayed in the family room. This afternoon the sun was shining brightly, the air was quite cool as some neighbors planted trees in front of the house.
After the men came home from the mosque, we started arranging things at home. I am grateful to have such caring parents and in-laws. Unimaginable it feels if you have to clean up your own messy things.
At half-six in the afternoon, my two in-laws came home. Mom offered them a meal first, but Dad refused politely for fear of the night. It took almost an hour to travel to the house of in-laws from our home.
"We go first, Mat!" pamit Dad to Dad.
"Yes, Fik. Be careful on the road."
She smiled, hugged Mom. Me and Ridho kissed their hands. We waved our hands as their car came out of the yard.
Father and Mother also went home before Magrib. Let us both stay in a quiet atmosphere. Especially when Ridho bailed to the mosque. I stared at our wedding photos on the wall. Just a moment apart, I miss my parents.
***
Waking up in the morning, I prepared breakfast for Ridho. Just fried rice and a glass of warm tea. We haven't had time to shop for basic necessities. Ridho ate his breakfast voraciously.
I will shop later at noon, on the road ahead there are minimarkets and shops that sell vegetables. The distance can still be reached on foot. My bike was not brought yesterday.
"You're fine at home, yeah .. lock the door if you're sleepy. Fear of falling asleep like the time at home Dad used to."
"Yes. Be careful on the road, yeah."
I kissed Ridho's hand. The sharp-eyed man hugged me tightly, probably because it was the first day he left me at home. My heart is moved by his attitude.
"Udah .. later mas late!" my word.
Ridho kissed my forehead, as well as my left and right cheeks. I smiled trying to calm him down. Ridho hugged me back before stepping towards the car. I waved as Ridho smiled from behind the wheel.
***
Last night the body was tired, Ridho and I slept after Isya. In fact, we did not have time to talk before going to bed as usual. Ridho just kissed my forehead, then fell asleep.
At ten, my job was finally done. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up. After wearing the clothes covered with sweaters, I will shop for the purposes of a few days.
When I was leaving the house, I heard greetings from the front. A man who was in charge of delivering the refrigerator. I was a little surprised I didn't feel like ordering.
"Ga wrong address, sir?" my many.
"Ngga, Ma'am. This is Mr. Ridho's house, isn't it?"
I was stunned for a moment. Didn't expect Ridho to order things for us. Could it be when I was busy choosing the kitchen needs yesterday?
"Eh. Ja. Please put in, sir."
The man and his co-worker placed the refrigerator near the living room door. I dare not leave them in the house for long. Moreover, the atmosphere was quiet in the morning like this.
I called Ridho to confirm. "Well, why don't you say you bought a refrigerator?"
Ridho. "There is a need to go outside, so all of you stop by the electronics store. He thought you'd need to keep food."
"Thank you, Mum."
"Together, my dear."
***
The hour hand on the wall pointed to the number three, but Ridho had yet to return home. I decided to tidy up the plants we bought first. We took it from the seller's place.
Ridho came home at almost four in the afternoon. I took a shower and dressed. We decided to sit for a while on the porch. The sunny day and the cool air made us sit longer.
"Why are you today?" ask Ridho.
"This morning finish the house, afternoon vegetable shopping and other necessities in the front minimarket, by afternoon neatin plants."
"Wah .. so much has been done. Ga cape?"
"Ga too. Lonely at home."
"I'm sorry .. You have to spend time alone at home every day now."
"Ngga papa, Mommy. I'll ask Silvi to come here occasionally. Or you can play at Mom's house if it's too late."
"It can be .. but it can't be every day either, right? Are you looking for someone to help you clean the house? Let's not be too cape, there's a chat too."
"I don't think so, Mas. You have to make an effort."
"The wife is understanding. Thank you, darling .. have wanted to support mas all this time."
I nodded with a smile. Ridho looked at haru. I invited him in because it was too late. Just going to move into the house, heard greetings from outside the fence. We turned back the body.
The love?