The Bullet of Love of General Hafidz

Sahur Together

This finger already wants to touch the numbers on this flat object. But he paused for a moment when he saw the clockwise direction of the wall still pointing to the number 2 more so. It's too early to call Papa. The current one may have just come down from the dawn prayer. Rather than making the parents surprised, it was better to just postpone it. Waiting for him when he finished his morning prayer as well.

Tight, boring and restless. The taste alternates in the soul. Want to sleep again, these eyes do not want to be closed. Even though all night, it's been awake.

Let's get out of the room to the kitchen. He tried to make something that could be used as a warm drink. To be a friend when reading the books he has bought.

Ah no! It is better to pick up a book in the library. Maybe it was better than the novels he had. Although the novel is more interesting. Fear of this wishful thinking will be misguided especially when the heart there grows a flowery taste. In the end, I will fantasize about him.

Just now, I cleaned the ginger root skin that I had taken from the refrigerator. There's a hand that touches this shoulder. Instantly my hair bristled. I thought the ghost of this house was a prank. It was Aunt Umaimah. I almost pinched him. Reflex ... Fortunately it didn't.

"Miss what do you want to do?"

"Bikin wedang ginger, Bi."

"I'll make it, Miss."

"No, Bi. It's almost done. Just pour the water."

"Yes already. Do I need to make fried bananas. Make a drinking friend."

Hem ... It seems like if this is it, I find it hard to resist. But, these nights have made a scene in the kitchen. Doesn't bother Aunt Naura and Om Ulya.

"No Bi,"

He left me too. He picked up the side dishes and warmed them up. Prepare dishes and more on the table. These nights, preparing food?

"Auntie, for whom?"

"For the Madam and the Master. Not tomorrow on Thursday. They usually fast the sunnah."

"Oh ...."

"Will Miss come with sahur? Let aunt prepare."

I was touched ... Uh ... Scented. Long time never fast. Always busy with work. Someone is inviting. What's wrong if I start now.

"By, Bi. Call me when Mama wakes up. I'm in the library."

"Yes, Non."

The drink I made was ready to bring.

I was really surprised, even though Aunt Naura is Turkish, but the food ingredients she keeps are not much different from most that my mother has. Lots of spices, empons from the archipelago. Kereeeen ....

I brought the ginger drink to the library. Enjoy it while reading a history book. Something I really like. It's like reading a fairy tale. Hehe ....

I don't know how many hours I've enjoyed the book. Until I forget time. And stopped when there was the sound of Aunt Naura from the middle of the door.

"Come, you're awake."

"Yes, Ma. I can't sleep."

"Kangen?"

I smile. Yes, I must have missed my Papa Bundaku in Indonesia. Cook should talk. I guess that question doesn't need an answer.

"Your mother's son or your father's son?"

E ... Aunt Naura is talking what the hell. I really don't understand. Where is this question going? Aunt Naura really set me up.

Should I answer. If I'm thinking of Papa and Akmal. Where the heart is pounding when it hears its name. Whulah ... What is this when the heart is touched. Didn't you?! I can't give you that space until it's completely halal.

Aunt Naura seemed to be smiling broadly as she walked towards me. He seemed happy to have made me misbehave. Then he looked at me for a long time. I couldn't return her gaze and could only look down. It feels so shameful. To the extent that I did not dare to prevent it, while his right hand removed the veil that covered this face.

"Beautiful who has a name. You are ready to accept the shortcomings and advantages of Akmal."

"Even though you don't answer now. But Mama already knows the answer, your face is blushing." He laughed too

I can only pinpoint myself. Why can't you hide this feeling.

"Please guide her, Ma."

Then he re-pairs the veil that he had taken off a moment ago. And still with his big smile.

"Let me wear it myself, Ma."

"Yes already. Let's go sahur. Wanna fast, right?"

"Yes, Ma."

"Mama wait at the dinner table."

"Good, Ma."

Aunt Naura walked away leaving me alone, still tidying up the veil. When I finished, I turned off the library light switch. Then go follow him with a cup that no longer contains.

Arriving at the dinner table, there was only Aunt Naura. He was filling the plate he had placed next to him. In front of an empty chair. Maybe it was for Om Ulya, her husband.

"Let's sahur!"

The hot steam from the newly warmed food, stirred up my appetite. I headed to an empty chair, waiting for my turn to scoop up the rice.

Before long, I saw Om Ulya coming down the stairs. With a clean and bright face towards this dining table.

"You want to sahur too, Ayu?"

"Yes Pa. Wants to fast Sunnah too."

No more words came out of his lips. He pulled out a chair that already had a plate available complete with its contents.

"Don't be shy Ayu. Eat up! It'll be dawn."

"Yes Ma."

Every now and then I see Aunt Naura peeling lobster for Om Ulya. Or vice versa, Om Ulya feeds the lobster that has been peeled on Auntie. They don't seem to care about my existence. I smiled seeing this old couple dating exactly young people.

Whoa ... I feel like I'm just being a bully, seeing their affection.

"Come, Ayu!"

"Yes Ma." I glanced at Aunt Naura. He remains mediocre. Be careful ... don't be tickled and nosy. Just right, they're not like that. There is no ban. That is sunnah. Isn't that right.

Mother and Papa also often do it.

Without saying much, I also enjoyed the dish with a bow. Until the food on the plate is clean, there is not a single remnant.

Alhamdulillah ... Loving. Ready for sunnah.

Finished is the sahur event. Ulya has left the dining table. I helped Aunt Naura clean up the dining table. Then brush your teeth and ablution welcomes dawn.

A momentary event that makes me happy. To the point that I forgot my intention to call Papa this morning.

After the morning prayers, walk to the fruit garden that is not far from home. Don't be asked how big it is, hectare. Half way, I was tired. Plus the sun has started to rise. I returned home, walking down the paved road alone. Ah no, there are some people who since I left the house have been following me faithfully. Even though they took quite a distance with me.

Like I'm an important person, so I have to be escorted.

"Hi ...."

I looked at the source of the sound of a car suddenly stopping, right beside me.