Teasers In The House

Extra Part Special Lebaran

Echoes of takbir reverberate, at the end of Ramadan all glorify the greatness of Allah SWT. Although in the middle of a pandemic, but did not prevent Muslims to welcome the victory of a fitri day.

Arini, who was busy preparing for tomorrow, looked cheerful. There was no sadness in his face. The reason, this afternoon he got word from Niko that Bu Hera had passed through a critical period.

I who heard the news did not know to be disappointed or happy. On the other hand this heart still holds hatred, but when I see Arini smiling happily, I cannot deny that my woman's happiness is above all else.

"Mas, tomorrow we go to the hospital, yeah. I want to bring you some fried sambal ori for Mom."

"Are you allowed to eat food other than the hospital menu, Dek?"

"It's okay, Mom. Make an icyp. I only made 20 seeds. Tomorrow at noon I'm going here too. We can eat together." Arini's smile continued to expand.

"But Mom didn't come back here, did she?" manyworry.

Arini just smiled, a smile that I couldn't make. Basic, woman! Full of mystery and hard to understand.

****

The five-story building with white paint reminded me of when the spirit was separated from the body. For 21 days I wandered without being able to return. But unfortunately my destiny during being a curious spirit is not met with a beautiful ghost like in the movie.

My hair bristles, I shudder as I pass through the room where I used to lie weakly with the assistive devices. Remember when the seconds of life will return to the body, very stressful.

I swept my face violently, breathing heavily slowly out of my mouth. I brushed a lip shadow containing a nearly****** my lips back at the time. Fortunately, God still managed to save me by returning the spirit to the body at that moment.

Kuraba lipku .. ah, still survived the attack of the old grandmother. Your hair is getting smaller when you remember ***** first. I hold the body with both hands, trying to neutralize the very taste that disturbs the mind.

"Mas, why are you standing there?" tanya Arini broke the daydream.

"It's okay, Deck. I only remember the moments before I woke up."

"Hmm .. I can understand, Mas," said Arini flatly as he looked into the room through the glass slit.

I looked at my woman's face. How could he understand? Didn't I ever tell you about it?

"I know for sure that Mas was afraid when the angel of life came to approach, surely the angel pursued the spirit of Mas Danu to the achievement, finally pity and return it to the body."

Oh ... My God's. Why is Arini so pretentious? Mending if pursued by angels, can surrender if it is time. Lha, this? More horrible than angels, pursued sexy lips all-girl grandma.

I just fell silent, choosing to be silent not to explain anything. If Arini finds out I woke up to her mother's death kiss that almost landed on my lips, she might cut it off later.

"Yes already, Mas. Now we go to Mom's room. Niko said, I'm not in the ICU anymore. Well, there's the room." Arini's index finger pointed at a VIP room, her fingers immediately pulled my arm.

He gave me no choice but to refuse, to avoid the woman.

"Accoland ...." Arini said a greeting when the door was opened, they simultaneously answered the greeting set forth by my woman.

Them? Ah, why is everything here? Have they forgiven Ms Hera?

My net was circulating, looking at every face present. Ms. Hera was able to sit up even though she still had an oxygen hose attached to her nose. Niko sat on the right side of the bed, close to her mother.

Rahman and Bobby were also on the left side of the bed. They smile to welcome Arini. No, they also shook my hand with a smile anyway.

Why is everything changing so well? Where is the pain and grudge? Is it so easy for them to forgive the grave mistake that their mother-in-law has made?

Not yet exhausted my curiosity, suddenly a hasty step approached the door. A second later the rectangular object opened, featuring a tall woman in a salwar khameez and a golden yellow dupata.

"Lho, why are you here too, Thor?" I was surprised when I realized that the woman was a geblek author who wanted to live in existence.

He smiled grinningly, displaying a neat row of teeth and a white close-up model of toothpaste.

"Ente, you .. ane not Arab, ane Punjabian!" he exclaimed in a high tone, it turns out he is an easy author.

"Huh! Ngaku Punjabian but also use the word 'ane', which really donk you!" It must be complained that the author, let not gesrek.

"Huff. Puyeng me with you!" He shook his hand with a jutek face.

"Lho, you know, ... You are actually from Java what is Punjab?"

"Arini, can you tell your husband to shut up? It's noisy!"

"Patience, Author. Those lemons are also your main character." Arini chimed in.

"Dek ... can you not call me slow?" My face was instantly bent because of my wife's own words.

"Yes, sorry. Mas Danu is not slow, but a lot of consideration. Yeah, right, Mas?" Arini's hand reached over my shoulder, her statement just made my heart gooey.

Yeah, I'm not a slow guy. But always be vigilant and consider everything so as not to be wrong. Even if I think too late now, it's also because of the old grandma who used the vase repeatedly until I was in a coma.

"Eh, but what event, yeah, how do we get together here?" My detective soul is starting to cringe.

"Today is Eid al-Fitr, Mas."

"Yes, I know, Deck. But why is Father Rahman and also the young Father-in-law here? So the Punjabian author sok is here too?"

"What the hell, you!" He brushed my hand violently.

Bad, yes, author. I just nimbrung aja, uh .. now even want to make a mess.

"And," called Mr. Rahman in a voice full of authority.

"Yes, Dad."

"Today is a holy day. Let us cleanse our hearts of hurt and vengeance. As bad as Hera was, in fact she apologized and repented. It's time we fix everything that's broken."

"Something's broken, it's hard to fix, Dad."

"Learn to forgive, Danu. Especially now that your wife is pregnant, it's not good for her parents to harbor hatred."

Mr. Rahman's words really tapped my conscience. No, I shouldn't have a grudge. All right, I'll forgive the woman.

I approached Bu Hera who was looking at me, her gaze was different. No naughty twinkle, just a look of regret that appears on the net ball.

"Andu, forgive me." Only that sentence was thrown out, for a moment he fell silent. There is a clear bulir inundating.

"Today, I have Adarga Handanu forgiven Ms. Hera for all her wrongdoings."

A sigh of relief filled the room. Gratitude is heard several times from the lips that are glazed.

"Alhamdulillah .. thanks, Danu. I pray that your home life will last without any temptations." The Lord's Prayer is guaranteed by all who are present.

"Sorry, everyone. I interrupted," said the author who claimed the Punjab artist.

All attention is automatically drawn to him. "What's a pretty author?" Bobby asked as he approached and grabbed the taut fingers.

"This, Bang. You guys, right, are better. Have forgiven. Now it's time to apologize to the readers."

"Oh, yes. Be able. Brother Neng Author is beautiful, huh?"

"That's a damn thing, Bang Bobby." The seductive sweet smile of the author gesrek who wanted to ride a ride existed was poking.

"Wear the camera, right?" Bobby asked back.

"Yes, donk. I'll be ready for a minute, okay?" The deftly Pakistani-faced woman with a minimalist nose pulled out her phone, turned on the video camera.

Uh, don't overshadow the author's face, yeah .. 'cause you're gonna be confused. The face of limited edition.

"alright. All are ready. Check first, everything's been recorded, right?" Several times the author fix the position of the phone.

"Sip ...." Bobby held up his thumb.

"Hi, dear readers. Previously I as the author of 'Temptress In The House' said many thanks for your positive response to my work."

"I'm sorry if my writing during the fasting month provokes your emotions. Lucky you all are 'Smart Readers' can put the brakes on every word that will damage the reward of fasting. I'll give you 20 thumbs up!"

It was like laughing to see the author calling 20 thumbs but he only gave two thumbs.

"Hi, all of you! Two thumbs up for readers!" tell the strange author.

"It's a little less, Thor!" my protest.

"Yes, already. Six more thumbs owed, huh?" What a crazy author saying makes everyone tepok jidat.

"Okay, we go on again." He breathed, and held it for a few seconds.

"Thor, you want to die?"

"Huuuf ... Arini, please condition your husband!"

Arini pinched my arm, her manic ball tickled. If so, how can I fight. Silence is the best option.

"Good and gentle readers, I wish you a happy Eid al-Fitr 1441 Hijri. Sorry to be born and to be inwardly sorry for any intentional or unintentional khilaf. Hopefully in this twin year, we can all rise from all trials, the pandemic period is also coming to an end. Aamiin's."

"May we be reunited with the next Ramadan in good health wal afiat."

"Amale ...." All guaranteed prayers from the author who turned out to be soft-hearted.

"Alright, sorry-sorry show already. Now a dinner, yeah." The Author raised two rows of five.

"Please order some Punjab specialties. This pheni is made from milk, vermicelli, and sugar. It also has mithai, you can choose which one you like."

We immediately scrambled for the sweet Pakistani food. Like today, it's such a sweet day to forgive each other.

Taqabbalallahu minna waminkum waahalahullahu 'alaik.

"May Allah accept (practice) from us and from you and may Allah perfect it over you."