Sebatang Kara's...

Returning...

The warm night has passed. A beautiful morning arrived.

I stretched my body to stretch my muscles.

I saw my husband who was still asleep. I looked at his face that looked plain and handsome.

Mira regretted leaving Bang Izal, which I can say is a nearly perfect man.

Although he never told me his love, but from his attitude and sincerity to me, it has proven that he has feelings of love for me.

I saw him wriggling his body, I pretended to be sleeping again. He stroked my face to wake me up. I opened my eyes and smiled at him.

" God woke up first, didn't he?" tanyakanya. I just smiled at her words.

We shower together.

After the shower, we wear a red batik patterned couple. I'm a dress model and my husband's a jeans shirt model, and I'm wearing a black pashmina hijab.

After packing and returning the room key to the innkeeper. We headed to my uncle's house.

After breakfast at the food stall on the road to the city of Sidwemuan. We're leaving for my uncle's house.

A few hours later, we arrived in front of my uncle's house.

" Assalamualaikum", I said, knocking on the door.

" Wa alaikum salam", replied my uncle as he opened the door of the house.

We immediately entered the house while greeting my uncle.

" Where's aunt?", I asked.

" Your aunt is in the kitchen cooking for lunch" replied my uncle.

I rushed to our bedroom, to put our bag of luggage. While my husband was in the living room chatting with my uncle.

" What's your aunt cooking again?", I asked as I approached her in the kitchen.

" Oo. y'all Uda go home'nak.!, aunt is cooking vegetables asem carp, ntar again mature, Ani rest aja first" said my aunt with a smile.

" Yes son, ntar finished lunch, you just came home, did you have breakfast this morning?", he asked.

" Here you are, we have breakfast at the food stall near the inn" I replied with a smile.

After serving food on the dining table and cover it with a serving hood. We rushed to the living room with drinks and snacks for us to chat.

" Talking about what bang?", I asked Izal bang.

" This again speaks of our plan to return to Medan tomorrow night" replied my husband.

" Will we go back to Medan to take a bus or minibus?", I asked again.

" We take the Bayang Pane bus to be more safe and comfortable" said my husband.

" How is it that your brother Khadijah has moved to Binjai" asked my aunt.

" I have never talked or met with Khadijah bi, later after returning to Medan, we will visit Khadijah's home" I said with a smile.

" Yes Ni, every time Bibi calls, her phone number is off, the aunt is worried, or her phone is gone, no matter where, no more news" my aunt said.

" Yes Bi, later if you are already in Medan, we will immediately visit Khadijah's brother", I said to calm him.

" Yes son, may Khadijah be well" my aunt said with a smile on her face.

" Aamiin", I said with complete confidence.

After an hour of chatting in the living room. Adzan Dzuhur. We rushed to get ready to perform Dzuhur prayer.

After the prayer, we had lunch together with the raven.

After helping my aunt clean the kitchen and wash the cookware and eat. I rushed to our bedroom to pack our things.

After saying goodbye to Uncle and Aunt, we walked to the side of the road to take a minibus to the Old Mountain.

Seriate...