The Journey of Child Life Outside of Marriage
013 Lebaran at home
Ramadan has arrived
My first Ramadan with my new family.
it was often just me and my mom.
I often stay at the spot
take care of vegetable plantations.
while more and more I came to attend events in the mosque
only when breaking open and sahur can meet seimbah.
and the ice man, long time no go home
last time the 40-day event wasbuah.
so come to think of it during my stay at home dad and mom, I met an ice man only twice, when I came to my senses
I don't know if he's coming home in the middle of the night, I don't know either.
the first time 'em, I entered the boys cottage area
oh my God, I am so ashamed
the road in front of the mother's house, heading to the North continues to be greeted by the madrasah building where students study.
even though I passed by the same mother riding a motorcycle
just be embarrassed
usually also often see the kang-kang hut downstream in front of the house
well this is , the master
the place where the santri putra gather.
if sober and mother pass by normally
no one responded
this is me, still a virgin, yes kang-kang diem aja
it's the treak-treak, call
hadehhhhh.......but where is this face????
at first, I wanted tarawih in the princess lodge
just walk to the east and back of the cottage
all , out of taraweh follow the yellow book
but my mother insisted, bring me terawih in the mosque
he said his faith was Mbah yai straight away
and after the new taraweh to the princess
What difference does try????
in the princess who became the priest of gus-guse his son Mbah yai, it is the same
but I don't know, mom's really embarrassed for me.
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we have been fasting for a month
but I don't, though,.
it is due to menstruation. hehehehe.....
today is the Eid al-Fitr Day
sendari afternoons, I'm mommy and sewage in the kitchen
biasah, we cook ketupat, lontong, lepet
and I'm part of the vegetable
Fajr-body, mother has arranged ketupat lontong and its complementary vegetables
to take my father to the mosque
yes eat together after Ied prayers
it has become a tradition every day
it is not just Eid al-Fitr
on the seventh day of the
eid al-Adha is also celebrated
but only for the men.
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After the Eid al-Fitr prayer in the mosque together
it's time we apologize
starting with older
sambaran, mom and dad
" nduk aya, there get ready later come to the house eyang"
said the mother who is arranging the innate that will be brought to her in-laws' house
". la later the same as who?????"
". sumpah already tertasakan itself, later also many neighbors who come here
your mother still has in-laws, so go there first"
I stared at the sewage, as if unwilling if the waste had to be left alone
". yes, Soraya has just been at home nemenin sewah"
" yeah don't go to nduk, you're a new family, so you have to introduce your father's family"
I finally obeyed my mother
I went into the room to prepare
Ilyas' voice came home
sungkem on the solstice of father and mother.
After I styled my hijab in the room, I rushed out
but lonely, though,
kulirik simbah is making a warm tea one kettle in the kitchen
mom and dad are in the room
I don't know what they are???
he said go to the spot, tell ready, uh even two-and-a-dua in the room.
eyes circulate.....
a bright smile rose in my lips
I saw Ilyas sitting in the living room chair alone
while playing mobile.
focus really, do not see there are girls here mas
I was dancing, you know
hihihi.......
I brought my footsteps closer
I was sitting on the floor intentionally
I stretch my hand
". maaaaasssss......... sorry Soraya if there is the same mistake, huh,????
whether it was intentional or not"
I said with a spoiled voice
" hmmm"
he just muttered as he passed away.
my palm was left hanging in the air, without the slightest hint of being welcomed by it.
Is God how much he hates me????
it's Fitri's day......
we should forgive each other
oh....oke okay......
when that's what you want
Muhammad Ilyasa
from now on I'll hate you
the point......
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The journey to the place is quite far
the way up and down the mountain.
the cold directly penetrated through the pores of the skin .
gini dad often back and forth through the road here riding his metic motorcycle
hadehhhhhh ..... not tired what????
I was piggybacked by my mom on a metic motorcycle that my dad used a lot
while the same father Ilyas used the metic motor belonging to Ilyas
tired?????
that's how I felt when I reached my destination.
luckily I was wearing leggings, so it was more relaxing.....
not too tired......
sitting in the piggy bank of mom
a magnificent building greeted us
luxury house around vegetable plantation
said mother, it's the house of eyang, bude Yasmin, her brother's father, and the house of aunt Bilqis her sister's father
there are only three houses here
surrounded by vegetable plantations that spread wide, as far as the eye can see
some cars are also lined up neatly
maybe it's just me who rides a motorcycle every day.
it is only appropriate that you disagree
economic factors are one of them
though the family of the most famous father rich one RT.
(the Mbah yai family is different RT ).
paddy fields for acres & acres, still have plantations here
compared to the family of Eyang, indeed father lost far
for example, Bude Yasmin, in addition to the plantation, her husband has a fairly successful wood shop business in the city
and Aunt Bilqis' husband has a megubel shop, even has several branches.
Until inside no less luxurious eyang house
they all gathered
each family has 2 children, a boy and a girl
both eyes stared at me
maybe confused,. Who is this girl????
". this is Soraya mah, Ismail's adopted son"
father spoke up, rubbing my head
I stretched my hand out to kiss the back of my fair hand as well as the others.
either my feelings or the reality
from their perspective, they did not like my mother and I,
mom stays relaxed, maybe used to it
even as if mother is considered like a maid not a daughter-in-law
sendari came home , mother was told this, doing homework
though the ART has lined up neatly, waiting to be ruled.
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The journey home from home after the isyak.
the air is getting colder
luckily I wore a jacket this morning
this time I sat in the back of the Ilyas motorcycle
mom same dad, dad,.
maybe mother soy sauce an , from earlier told mulu
I also helped
can't imagine, yesterday mom alone.
On the motor, we kept quiet
the air was getting colder, sitting on an ice man
O God shiver this body........
