She's From Mama

Part 31's. This Sickness awaits

Raynka opened her eyes in shock. He observed the surroundings in fact still in the living room. The wall clock is set at 02:30. He also slept for a long time. Oh God, it's beautiful, but a pity is just a sleeping flower. Even look up to this second Rafardhan's nose stem has not been seen.

Can dreams also come true? 'I missed my flight because I fell asleep at the office. Before leaving for the airport I had a chance to stop by the office looking for the files left behind. Yasudah because this meeting is important I followed him by car' But why go through Rafardhan's dream to preach it? Why not meet him directly? Was Rafardhan disappointed with his attitude all along? But Rafardhan's feelings never expressed his disappointment?

Various kinds of questions in Raynka's mind. Guessing is not an answer. Wish? What if it was different from the truth? Raynka can only wait.

The sound of rumbling came back from his stomach. Raynka believes the worms in his stomach on a protest asking for food. So how are the children who have not received food or milk intake? 'But take good care of our two children, Rayn. And also love my son, if it is difficult with sincerity at least with pretense, no problem at all' Huffhh, see how evil he is?

'Rayn, I know you hate me so much. But at least love them Rayn, they're 'us' kids even though you didn't contribute to making them' those words still ring clearly in Raynka's mind. "Maaffin Mommy yes, son. Mother never loved you guys, huh? Bad mother, dear huh? 'Are you really going to do it, whatever it is? Well, it's very easy, Rafardhan. Just get out of my life and after they're born, then it's me who's gone, ' even Mommy made me leave, son. What should Mother do, dear?" Curse Raynka while stroking her protruding stomach. This is the first time Raynka has done so consciously with her eyes open. Obviously not sleeping. He wiped his tears.

"We pray yuk! We eat, son! You must be very hungry, yes" The floor stepped into the ablution room to ablution. Then, prepare the prayer equipment along with the holy book of the Qur'an, and enter the prayer room. Raynka began to perform his tahajud prayers.

He raised a pair of his hands with his head bowed in front of the prayer mat. "Bismilbornrahmanirrahim. O Allah, I know my servant is wrong. Even the gratitude for my destiny that You have set is so difficult for me to carry out easily. Sometimes the heart is too tight to remember everything. I feel sincere is not easy to instill in my heart. O Allah, why is the way this longing gone present? Can the servant be selfish with the request of the servant. And is starting over from scratch the goodness of everything? Then find us again, O Allah. Take care of him wherever he is. Protect himself, O God. May goodness, health, and safety, always accompany his steps. Removing memories with sincerity. Dissolving hatred by trying to open the heart. Reveal disappointment by remembering his thousands of kindnesses. Servant doesn't know can? Bismillah. Help Raynka O God to fix everything. I tipped my miss, conveying it to him through the wind without a sound. Aamiins. Alhamdulillaahirobbbil'alamin," Raynka ended with a pair of hands rubbing her face.

After praying he continued to read the Qur'an. Only five juz that he managed to kill. After that he closed again with a lafaz hamdalah, Alhamdulillah. Folded alphabet. Then step closer to the dining room. He stared softly at two empty plates with the same location when Raynka laid at the beginning of the night.

Raynka was sitting on one of the chairs that he usually sat at the dining table. He moved one-by-one side dishes, vegetables, and did not forget to sweep a bag of white rice to his plate. Then feed a spoonful at a time into his mouth. Those tears can no longer be contained. Until hatching along with rice feed. Sometimes he also glanced at the chair next to him. Let alone the person, the shadow does not exist. This pain awaits.

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"Mom, wake up Ma'am, Madam Raynka why sleep here?" Call bi Mila patting Raynka's shoulder gently drowning her face with her hand bent to the side as her head support.

"Euffh" doldrums Raynka lifted her face as she yawned shutting her mouth. "Why, Bi?" Welcomed Raynka asked half-consciously staring at bi Mila standing next to her.

"Overnight I slept at the dinner table, huh?"

"Looohhhhhhh," after giving his sleepy eyes Raynka looked around him. Also looks like a dirty dish from his food. "Hehehh, yes Bi," he added. "What time is Bi now? And has Rafardhan gone home?"

"It's six and a half, ma'am......"

"What, half six! Yes Allah Bi, Raynka late dong. Raynka, Raynka subuhan first yes Bi. Astaghfirullah, late," Raynka ran over.

1 Hour later. Suddenly Rily came to the kitchen approaching bi Mila who was washing vegetables in the sink.

"Dor!," Rily patted bi Mila's shoulder from behind.

"Chicken, chicken, chicken, chicken," said Mila. "Mbakkkkkkkkkkkk, his ignorant habits," who else would have done it if not Rily, obviously bi Mila know well. Rily laughed in a ruckus seeing bi Mila who was still holding her chest dumbfounded in shock.

"Just be happy Ma'am," bi Mila responded understandingly.

"Heheheh, Aunt is good. Oh yes Bi, where's my mother?"

"It seems that after the prayer has not come out of the room, Ma'am," replied the aunt.

"Yaudah ya Bi, Rily want samperin up first," Lerai Rily who got a nod of the head from bi Mila.

"Wait a minute, Ma'am. Not in Ma'am's room, but in the father's room" bi Mila confirmed.

"Oh, in papa's room. Thank you, yes Bi," Rily nodded in understanding.

Rily's actually approached Raynka to Rafardhan's room. Seen the bundle was sitting on the floor while.

"Mother, how busy is it? To the point of not hearing the knocking on the door. Mommy's not going to school?" Rily also sat on the floor in front of Raynka.

"No, Brother. Mommy also does not know why suddenly his head is dizzy," although grinding, but it does not divert pokus Raynka will design the clothes.

"Ihhhh Mother, so why not rest? In fact," Rily glanced at the piece of paper Raynka had formed using a pencil. His eyes are perfectly rounded. Not satisfied with that he looked at one by one the description of the paper. "God, tabarakallah. Is this really all Mother made? Waw everything is really waw. Yes Allah turns out Mother of Pinter design huh?" His voice was stunned.

"Heboh really, brother. Yes, it's all Mother who designs. See if there are good ones and there are also ordinary ones. Intentionally, Mother did not waste, because Mother wanted to see the development. And yes, Alhamdulillah his development looks even though not very much. Mother design starting from class 1 Junior High."

"Keep Mother there is nothing so that it has become a dress?" Ask Rily astonished.

"Mothers can't sew. How can it be a dress?"

"Yeshaaaa! Why not say! Your son is a tailor, Abaghfirullahaladzim. Even my majors I'm taking now are fashion. Well, it's just that I'm not very good at design," hebot Rily became. Pissed himself he was with his mother, Raynka. And himself too. If it had been open to each other before. Maybe the button has branched out everywhere. So arrogant.

"Well, Mother knows, darling. You didn't say and Mother didn't ask. We are both silent. And but now, it seems perfect that we work together. Won't you?"

"You are so happy Mother, MashaAllah," Rily cried out.

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