So TKW
Section 53
I was cleaning up Oomar's needs and putting them in a baby bag when I heard someone's footsteps.
"Yes Noorah, why aren't you ready?" madam Adeeba was standing at the door. The black long dress decorated with small gems on her chest looks perfect on her big height. At first glance amazed but immediately lowered my head when I did not deserve to pay attention to the details of the dress she was wearing.
"A minute, madam. Just put in a bottle of milk" I replied lowered my head. Switch to the milk bottle I'm ready to pack.
"Your face is pale, are you sick?" he approached while carrying Oomar who was lying next to me. Yes, how not to get sick, all night I could not sleep thinking of the words of my husband who had twice dropped talaq. Coupled with Abdul Ro'uf who from yesterday could not be contacted, making me even more sad and chaotic. I thought the man was determined by his decision.
"Madam, may I not come to the wedding hall?" ask me slowly do not want to make my employer angry with my door.
"Hm, you don't want to watch my sister get married, Noah?" inquiringly. I nodded, saying, I don't know, it feels hard to see her with another woman. Moreover, seeing our togetherness last night, there was a stifled pain between me and Abdul Ro'uf. Weight. In fact, fate can't bring us together. There is another more important bond, which Abdul Ro'uf has to account for.
After a few moments of silence and thought. Madam is back.
"Hm.. okay. Pack all your clothes and also Oomar, the driver will take you to the apartment" he said, smiling sweetly.
"Is that really madam..?" half-believing I'll say the words madam just now. It seems like he understands my inner turmoil at this moment.
."Huum.all right we go first. Don't forget to bring the house keys and take good care of Oomar" he said as he passed. A little happy because after the marriage pledge in the title, I don't have to see the bride enter this residence. Which will make my heart sting more later.
****
A little damp and dusty when footsteps stepped back into the apartment where I devoted myself in recent months. The first to come was Abdul Ro'uf's room. Somehow the longing suddenly appeared. It was as if a shadow of him was staring at the computer screen manari-nari in the head.
"Yes Noorah come here" he called from behind the door. While his eyes remain focused on the rectangular screen that presents a collection of English writing.
"What are you calling me, sir?" ketus. Do not want to linger alone with him in the room that looks neat.
"Hey, relax. Why are you bending your pretty, pimply face, huh?" kekehnya while glancing right at the face. I'm down. While cursing in the heart. Damn you Ro'uf. Yes, my face has indeed been acne since I first set foot on this Arab land. Maybe because the hot weather is different from the cool and cold coast of Bandung. And this acne is really torturous especially when I sweat add to the face pain.
"Hey, you're so quiet, it makes me anxious" he got up from his seat. But I immediately headed to the kitchen to make him coffee. Then he heard his laughter go to the kitchen. It seems like he's happy to have teased me.
"See it if later you are spotty, I will put chilli on your face" I murmured in my heart. I smiled a little as I remembered the incident. Funny feels. Now there are only memories.
I slowly opened the door to her room. Darkened. Then I opened the curtain that closed the glass.
Suddenly he returned to greeting. I passed the view to each side of the room. Clean and tidy. Abdul Ro'uf always kept clean. Even the dust on the table was completely invisible. It's just that this room is empty. There were no computers, no files, not even Abdul Ro'uf's clothes in the closet, not a single strand left. Only Paco Rabanne can be seen perched on a table by the window. A beloved perfume that always rushes from his tall, athletic body. When I hold it still heavy. Whether intentionally or not, why didn't he bring along. As if leaving a sweet and sweet impression, here. A smile is drawn from my face. Blissfully.
****
I called my mom and dad in the village. I explain everything slowly so they are not surprised to hear it. That Asep and I have no ties now. I also explained about the images sent by A Asep. did not want to make them prejudiced later.
After listening to my story, my father was angry and my mother was heard crying. I know they were disappointed and must have been hurt by the words of her daughter-in-law. But I think this is the best. After I explained my feelings suddenly plong.
""""Do not comment less yak. I'm busy in the dunyat because
