Sebatang Kara's...

We parted to meet again...

After an hour we struggled in the kitchen, finally the dinner menu was finished we cooked, I immediately served it on the table and I covered it with a serving hood.

Finished cleaning the kitchen, and washing the cookware, I caught up with grandma and aunt in their bedroom to help them pack the things they were going to bring home.

" I bought this yesterday at my grocery store after coming home from the salon, I purposely hid it from you, as a surprise gift to you", while giving the parcels to my grandmother and aunt.

" Oh son, Ani so bothered to buy gifts for grandma and aunt, but do not bother to give gifts, thank you son", said aunt moved while hugging me.

" The gift I give is not worth the affection you have given me from the past until now" I said with confidence.

" May Ani always be happy and healthy always ya nek" said grandma while smiling at me.

" Aaamiin", we said together.

After packing, we took a short break in the tv room while watching television, waiting for the adzan magrib to reverberate.

" By the way my brother and uncle are in Sipirok" I asked.

" Your sister will soon pass Junior High School, maybe tomorrow they have a national exam" said the grandmother explained.

" Thankfully, if Irul will finish his school, hopefully he passes the National exam, and continue his school to High School, although he is wayward and likes to volunteer, but still can finish his school ", I said with a smile.

As the Adhan reverberated, I went into our room, to take ablution, so in the room, I saw my husband was sound asleep on the bed, maybe she was exhausted after our love activity last afternoon.

I woke up my husband, "Dear, bangu, already this magrib, not good you know sleep in Maghrib time", I said while shaking his body.

" A moment baby, still sleepy" he said spoiledly.

" Once after the magrib, we have to take grandma and uncle and aunt to the bus counter, later they miss the bus, where they want to eat dinner again" I said while tickling his feet. My husband finally woke up.

After praying together in our room, I came out of the room and called my grandmother, uncle and aunt for dinner. We also ate together with greed, because I think our dinner menu, quite special, spicy kale tiumis, sambal terasi and tofu use fried salted fish. Very appetizing.

After eating, I cleaned the table. Finished cleaning the table, I caught up with lukewarm people on the terrace, who were waiting for Khadijah's brother and her husband Raka.

" How dear, brother Khadijah has departed from his house?", I asked.

" Say he will soon be in this house" answered my husband.

A few minutes later, we saw her car, Khadijah and her husband Raka, parked in front of our rented house.

" Wa alaikum salam sak, please go in first, grandma and aunt are getting ready, have you had dinner with bang Raka?", I asked.

" Alhamdulillah, last dinner first at home with bang Raka" he replied with a smile on me.

" Sir, Khadijah already nyampe nih" I said half screaming.

" Yes, it's done packing" said Nenk as he exited the bedroom.

" It's finished, try to check again, afraid someone misses" I said.

" Grandma checked twice, inshaa Allah, there is nothing left" said the grandmother with a smile.

" Let's go, we'll miss the bus" said the uncle as he lifted their luggage.

We immediately got into the car, after my husband locked the door of our house, and following us in the car, bang Raka, drove his car to the bus counter.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the counter. After giving grandmother and uncle's luggage to the counter attendant, we sat for a moment on the bench around the empty counter.

We chatted for a while and joked.

A few minutes later, the bus driver told the passengers to get on the bus, and sit on their respective benches according to the ticket number listed.

We waved our hands to deliver the departure of grandmother, uncle and aunt.

Finally, we parted again, but to meet again someday.

We rushed into the car bang Raka, before returning home, we were invited by kak Khadijah and bang Raka for a walk around the city of Medan. We accept their invitation.

My husband and I sat behind Khadijah and her husband Raka. I held my head against my husband's shoulder while holding his hand.

" The plan is you want a honeymoon to go to brother", ask me on Khadijah's sister.

Khadijah was silent and did not answer my question.

I became curious, is it true what my grandmother and aunt said, if brother Khadijah is having problems.?.?, I said in my heart.

Seriate...