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Undecided...
Days passed, I could not decide to accept or reject the proposal bang Zainal.
Because, I'm still expecting Azam. For some reason, he could not be contacted or there was no news from him.
I remember, the last time we communicated via WhatsApp, he said, I had to wait for him, but it was more I did not know the certainty about his feelings for me.
To be honest, I was worried about my own feelings, on the one hand I was comfortable and liked the Zainal bang, because he loved my children and was willing to accept me for who I was, and on the other hand, he loved my children, I loved Azam, because he was my first love.
Is it true, we are not a match?, I asked in my heart.
I picked up my phone, and called the Princess's phone number, to ask Azam for whereabouts, but his phone number could not be reached.
In the midst of this concern, I also decided to pray istikharah later tonight, after meeting my uncle and aunt after Habib returned home from school.
" Ma, are we going to Grandma's?" asked Syakira.
" Yes son, after your brother Habib came home from school" I said with a smile at him and arranged my groceries, which I had spent after the morning prayer.
" Why do we want to go to my grandmother's house?", he asked.
" There are important things you should talk to your grandparents about.
" What about married people in Palembang?", he asked.
" Don't kid, there's something else" I said, still busy with my activities.
" What about Zain, did he invite his mother to marry him?", he asked.
I paused for a moment and looked at his face.
" What do you think if you're married to Zain?", I asked.
" To be honest ma, I'm happy if you are married to Zain, but if you are also happy to be married to Zain, you should prioritize your happiness first, because my mother has sacrificed a lot for our happiness" he said.
I smiled hearing his words.
" It turns out that my mother's daughter has started to grow up!", I said as I pinched her nose.
" Mama's job, it's done, let's have breakfast first, you've been up yet?", I asked.
" If Habib has woken up, now he has finished eating his school uniform, just breakfast, then he went to school" he replied.
" If it's Syifa?", ask me again.
" Syifa is still bobo ma, earlier Kira woke up still sleepy he said ", he said.
" Oh yes, my mother who woke up Syifa after dropping off your adek Habib to school" I said as I passed into the kitchen to wash my hands in the sink near the stove.
" Habib has finished breakfast, baby?", I asked.
" Udah ma, this will use the development of school uniforms as well as make school shoes, Habib wait on the terrace only yes ma, mama breakfast first!", he said.
" Dear, my mom had a little breakfast, so not long, wait for my mom on the terrace, while reading a textbook today!", I said.
" Yes ma!", he said as he passed away.
A few minutes later, we finished breakfast. I rushed to the porch to meet my son Habib and drove him to school on a matic motorbike.
After driving Habib to school, I stopped by an ATM near Habib's school to check my bank account balance.
I parked my motor matic in front of the ATM room, and went inside.
I inserted my ATM card into the ATM machine and checked my account balance, which was printed at ninety million rupiah.
After removing my ATM card from the ATM machine, I immediately came out of the ATM room and boarded my motor matic.
After turning on my motor, I drove it at a speed towards our house.
A few minutes later, we arrived in front of our house. The neighbors who were buying immediately greeted me.
" When did you send your child to school, did Bu Ani?", asked one of the buyers.
" Yes Ma'am, sorry ma'am, it's been a long time, because my daughter is still not good at serving buyers" I said.
" In that case, Ms. Ani immediately find a new father, so no hassles to send children to school" he said.
" The soul mate hasn't come yet Ma!", I said with a smile as I picked up their ordered goods that I had already spent.
" Who uses a black car yesterday, not the future husband of Ani's mother?", he asked.
" Yes Ma'am, that is indeed our new father-to-be" Syakira replied suddenly.
" Tuh Bu, it is true that her future husband is the new mother Ani, the first one is dead, is not Bu Ani?", she asked.
I just kept quiet, because I didn't have to answer their questions.
" This is my mother's order that I have prepared!", I said with a smile on her face.
" Thank you, Ms. Ani, don't be offended or angry with what I said just now!", he said.
He was silent to my words and went straight to his house.
Syakira has finished serving other buyers.
" A patient mom, let's say that Mak Rempong, really likes to take care of people's affairs, even though he himself is not necessarily good, his life is not necessarily happy!", said Syakira with a thin tone.
" Let's just love, people want to say what, the important thing is that we must remain patient and move forward in this life" I said with a smile on her face.
" Syifa has not woken up yet?", I asked.
" Udah ma, it was fitting mama ngantar Habib to school, Syifa woke up and I told her to take a shower first new breakfast, Syifa was already big ma, can not continue to be panjain that ma!", sewot.
" Don't worry baby, Syifa will be adek you too, Kira must love Syifa as much as unfortunately Kira same Habib, remember that yes son!", I said.
" Yes ma, but no matter what, Syifa must be taught occasionally to be more independent!", he said again.
" Yes boy", I said with a smile on her.
As the day went by, I saw a clock on the wall showing Twelve o'clock in the afternoon, Habib's time to go home from school.
" Mama pick up Habib first, son, ntarnya Kira just close, do not forget to lock the door, lunch, we go to your grandfather's house!", I said as I passed towards my matic motorcycle parking lot.
" Yes ma!", said Kira.
I immediately started my motorbike, and drove it at medium speed to Habib's school.
A few minutes later, I arrived in front of the school.
" Habib!", call me while waving my hand.
" Yes ma!", he said as he ran towards where I was standing.
" Beware honey, do not run, ntar fall how!", I said half-cry.
He walked slowly to where I was waiting for him.
" Come ma, we go straight to grandfather's house or to our house first?", he asked.
" We go to the house first, you change clothes first, we have lunch together, after that, we just go to your grandfather's house!", I said as I turned on my motor and drove it at a speed towards our house.
A few minutes later, we arrived in front of our house.
After parking my matic motorbike, we rushed into our house.
" Assalamualaikum", I said.
" Alaikum salam ma!", they said simultaneously.
" Have you guys had lunch?", I asked.
" No ma, we are waiting for mama to have lunch together" replied Syakira, while Syifa was busy watching television.
" Let's have lunch!", take me.
" Habib has changed clothes ma, let's eat ma, Habib's stomach is hungry!", he said while stroking his stomach.
We laughed at her funny behavior.
After my lunch, we immediately cleaned the dinner table and washed the dirty cookware and lunch.
After that, we rushed to the terrace. After locking the door, we rushed to our motor matic parking lot.
We only use this matic motorbike wherever we go together, even though it feels solid, nothing, the important thing is that we arrive at our destination safely.
A few minutes later, we arrived in front of my uncle's house.
After parking our matic motorbike, we rushed to the terrace of my uncle's house.
" Assalamualaikum" I said, knocking on his door.
" Wa aleikum salam!", said my aunt as she opened the door of her house for us.
" Ooh!, the granddaughter of the grandmother apparently, let's go inside, the new grandmother cook fried crispy bananas!", he asked.
" Steady donk nek!", said Habib and Syifa simultaneously.
" Yes donk, if the grandmother who cooks, must be steady donk!", said Syakira chimed.
I just smile at their words. Fried bananas already can make my children happy, I said in my heart while smiling to see the behavior of those who grab fried bananas crispy made by his grandmother.
" Where is Uncle Bi?", I asked.
" Your uncle is....
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