That man is my husband
Arriving in Ciamis
Now that my family and I are on the way to ciamis, our position is still in Bandung likely to reach my hometown in three to two hours. Understandably I am in Ciamis not living in the city, but precisely in the area that we often call discotheque alias on the side of the city a little. In the sense of my residence is not kampung_kampung very because if you want to go to the city center ciamis only takes an hour or even less than an hour.
The kids were so excited, there was absolutely no feeling of fatigue. They also sang jokingly with their future Aunt Riska. In contrast to Jo, from the beginning to leave until now his face continues to bend. Not usually he is, usually also jo most seneng jailin his nephew.
Crossing my mind, what happened last night because of that? Jo snuggled at me? Yes Rabb turns out my sister is advancing on me. So remember the incident last night I argued with Jo just because I did not want to be called brother, but he wanted to be called teteh until the end of the adhan Fajr mingled. And Jo's sleep is disturbed, because from the first mother the same father once advised not to sleep again if it ends at dawn, and the habit was carried away until now.
the flashback
After I got permission from Irman, I remembered Jo. I'll take Jo and Riska to ciamis. I saw the clock was showing at 3 in the morning, I thought there was no harm at this hour call Jo. I finally got a copy of Jo's number, but it wasn't lifted either. Until the fifth time Jo lifted.
📞" Hello" Jo's voice behind the phone
📞"Assalamu'alaikum, the habit of yah every time you pick up the phone say hello first why, "my protest to Jo
📞" Wa'laikum sallam, he's sorry brother. What the hell is another person sleeping in a mess, nothing to do" Jo protests
📞 "Jo, call teteh no Brother. I also told you that"
📞 "same is the meaning as well"
📞" do not want anyway Teteh want to be called Teteh not brother"
📞" This brother why the hell, the feeling from the first Jo call brother. Never in protest, it is now very cool to be called Teteh. What's the difference try? , has it been ah now directly to the destination brother at this hour contact Jo what? Jo's still sleeping Brother, "
📞" Anyway want to be called Teteh, if not the facilities that are always loving, do not take anymore, want?
📞"ish kumat habits, little - little ngancem, yaudah teteh, what sok gera talking. If the conversation is not useful Jo close right now"
📞" Well dengernya adem also if called teteh, understand Jo teteh will again be pregnant, possibly congenital Baby teteh"
📞"Just reason "thin Jo
"So, what is the need to disturb Jo's sleep show"
📞 "Yes Robb, just to forget. You actually Jo even ngajak teteh debate first, so you even forget the purpose of contacting you"
📞" The old song of tea, from the first if the same Jo is rich is that right? what to say, what to say, " complained Jo.
📞" hehe, just know you, Later in the morning at seven you same Riska to here well, we to ciamis. Don't bring much, just two days. You can't refuse anyway you also Riska must come "
📞" why suddenly tea, in the cafe more work. No way Jo's staying, though,
📞" Jo, when else we go to ciamis, it has also been a long time not pilgrimage to eat the same Mother Father. Cafe let Hadi be Handel"
📞" All right, well Jo wants to sleep again, still sleepy"
Before long, the sound of dawn reverberating..
📞" Tetehh. It's dawn, Jo's sleep event is disturbing, where Jo just slept an hour "
Without feeling guilty, I laughed and hung up the phone.
the flashback
From earlier Jo yawned continuously, only silent while his eyes closed.
" Jo, are you craving the same? sorry about jo"
While hugging, while unceasingly apologizing. Jo is so confused, sensian rich girl.
" Im sorry about Jo, that time just sambek, nih well just have not slept at all lo, so she wants to go to ciamis "
Jo opened her eyes, took a rough breath and smiled at me. "Teteh can seduce Jo the most, Jo at least can lash out the same old time" then Jo hugged me back.
" " See who you used to be" I replied. " Now you sleep, Jo, don't worry about a professional driver. Is it the driver?
without seeing the driver irman mas assented
" yes, Madam "
Meanwhile my beloved husband was engrossed in the world of his dreams, beside the driver's seat.
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Dzuhur time finally reached Ciamis, my hometown. A place full of memories, memories with my mother and father, as well as memories of childhood with people who have now become my husband and Abii his children.
The old man's house is deliberately not sold, because one too many memories in this house. I too Jo was reluctant to take away the good memories with both my parents. Meanwhile, the garden and rice fields owned by the same father we had sold, for business capital after leaving the life of Abang. But Thank God, for the blessing of Allah SWT everything I bought back after my efforts succeeded of course.
The children were so excited, knowing they lived in the city once went to their village directly seneng. What's more when they see dams scattered everywhere. We know for ourselves in the village whose name is still a lot of pamang, because they bathe, wash in the dam.
Without feeling tired, I also prepared Riska to eat. Fortunately I shopped food ingredients first in Jakarta, so now no hassles should look for groceries.
Meanwhile, my husband was sitting on the porch with the driver and also Mang Adang, a neighbor who I trusted to take care of the house, rice fields and gardens of Mother's parents. This house is maintained even though it is not inhabited.
That Jo? don't ask him to go straight to the room and sleep peacefully. Their children are still playing in the back of the house. The story is they are swimming again, but swimming in a dam that has a lot of fish. His swimming style is also the same style of stone tutut, just stay on the edge of the dam for fear of being bitten by the fish answer. Fortunately, the dam is also not in use for bathing, washing and others because in this house there is already a bathroom, plus spitank. So the dump is not into the dam.
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Night
The first day here we agreed not to go anywhere, because to rest the body first, what else am I who is two-bodied.
If not asked tomorrow, we will walk around the village heheh. Not exactly after the pilgrimage I intend to take the children to the tourist attractions here, then go home.
I really miss the atmosphere of the night like this, the sound of running water and the sound of a sweet Cricket in my ears. Then do not feel my tears fall, remembering the same mother Father. In this place, chairs made of rattan family favorite place, here we also joke, tell each other about the activities we went through all day.
Nothing will happen again, only memories. I don't know even though they are almost 5 years away, but the feeling of longing for them is even greater.
Unaware that my beloved husband was sitting next to me, I turned my head and my husband immediately hugged me. I cried for my husband. It feels comfortable to be in Mom's arms with Dad.
" It's yank night, yuk sleep. hasn't you slept last night?. Kasian knows her baby twins, you also need enough sleep" said mas Irman then rubbed my tears with both hands.
I just nodded, then mas irman led me to the room. Not to my room or to my mother's room with my father but to Jo's room. The reason is, if in my room first it will even remind me of Brother, at least in that room to be a witness for the first time I was with a man other than Brother and Father. And those memories I don't want to remember anymore, because there's Mas Irman now.
If sleeping in Mom's room is certainly not the sleep I will cry all night because remember to her continue. Jo's room is safe, There Riska is asleep. Yes, because here there are only 3 rooms so I and Riska sleep in Jo's room first, Mas Irman and Jo in my room first and the children in the room Mother same Father.
After I lay down on the bed next to Riska, Irman kissed my forehead and said good-bye and went to the next room.
I close my eyes, aware of tomorrow's activities that will certainly be tiring.
TBC.
