Still waiting for you

hanker

"Assalamu'alaikum. buk, ami came home "the volume of the voice is a bit I raise a few octaves, because I did not find the middle-aged woman who every day I called the mother was in the middle room.

"Wa'alaikumsalam. mother in the kitchen am, here!"

Mom screamed from the kitchen, I quickly approached her. Before entering the kitchen I sharpened my hearing, the inhabitants of this house were just me and my mother. But kok?.

I'm here and I'm there....

We look at the same sky...

Helleh..

I sped up my steps, starting to get curious at the laughter of two people in our palace kitchen.

I'm perfect in the doorway. Can you not?, if this super sweet sight before my eyes becomes the future?. An ungainly Adam's grandson greeted with kitchen utensils. She's been helping mom cook, beating me the woman so-so. My mother once told me, the predicate will not fade from me, if I have not been able to distinguish between galangal and ginger. Novy said I was too much. Where there are people who have difficulty berbalaka galangal with ginger, from the aroma alone is very different. But that's what happened to me. At twenty-seven this year. Ameena teesya, can't tell the difference. And that means, the predicate of women so-happens will be longer I stare. I don't think a single smile is engraved on my lips. Duh manisya, a replica of the future that is plastered in plain sight.

No!!

Aww.. I rubbed my forehead a little pained because tell someone.

" Married yuk. let's not halu doang sweet." Nature was already standing gallantly before me, and smiling with an innocent face after snapping at me.

"So get out of the way.I want a hug!" cetusku.

"Wooo big No dear. We are not halal yet"

He said with a serious face and moved his index finger to the right and to the left, just like the father who forbade his son to snack on sweets.

"Oh, what a shame to be a person!"

I pushed her to the right side and passed her by, then approached the mother who was tasting chicken soup and hugged her from behind. I know that the person who gave birth to me is very happy. Very clear, the mother completed her cooking session while continuing to carve a smile.

"It's not sure how cool it is. The smile is durable from earlier.like abis in formalin love." I teased him while resting his chin on his right shoulder, then tilted his face to see the face of his father who was as crisp as his.

"Yes dong am. it's been a long time ago ibuk meng masakin mantu. uh, don't know it even helped. Natural master cook lo am. kakah you, bedain galangkuas same ginger can not be until now.emang in fact this daughter so-genesis." mother moved her shoulders repeatedly. I heard him praise Nature and make fun of me who was his biological son. I took my arms and turned to get a glass to drink.

Nature shifted the chair for me after putting the glass of water she grabbed from my hand. I said, sitting and gulping water.

"Everything that you drink or eat must be started by saying the name of the dear God, Read Bismilahirrohmanirrohim. Understood?" He made a hair-shrinking gesture that was of course still covered in hijab, after speaking long to me, then stepped into the living room leaving me still fixated.

"Mandi gih am. kasian if Alam should wait for you a long time to eat. "mommy's reprimand awakened me from the reverie created by Nature.

"Yes buk." I quickly went to the room to clean myself up.

The door to my room is right on the right side of the middle room. That means I'm going through nature that's there.

I heaved a sigh of relief at Nature who was seriously staring at the flat object in her hand, so as not to realize there was a woman with blushing cheeks passing through her with rash steps.

I peed myself in the mirror, stroking the hair that was still wet after shampooing. I put on a thin powder and prepared to leave the room.

I dazed to realize there was less, and approached the mother who was washing dishes.

"Where are you going, why are you washing dishes? did you eat?"

"Udah.you were late, the mother was ajakin Alam ate first because she wanted to pay, there was a sudden business he said."

"Oh... Kekelangkung aja aja son" I say word without sin.

"Hush.that's your husband-to-be, oh yes.that's a parcel from Nature, was willing to be loved by himself. But you're late."

I snatched the paper bag over the fridge, saw what the guy gave me. Before taking out the contents, I took out a piece of paper containing the message

"God made women the noblest creatures, until lifeless bodies were protected by them. The woman's grave is deeper than the man's grave, its purpose is to protect the woman's body from floating in case of a flood. As beautiful as it is, God takes care of his servant, take care of yourself... Aurat is your most precious treasure,🙂

My heart warmed up reading his message. Only this time someone cares about my crown. Yes, women do have to keep their aura. So far no man has told me this deeply, in this day and age, not many men have ignored the religious order. Of the many men who have ever approached me, only Nature, seems to have been able to make me cultivate the seeds of long unkempt love in this barren field of heart. In a very special way, of course.

I touched the robe that was still folded neatly in the paperbag. Smiling at the message. Is that the priest whom God sent over the do'a-do'a that I have been preaching all this time.?