The Lecturer Jadul is my husband

CJIS 15

At nine o'clock in the evening we just arrived at the father's house, already many residents gathered for the pilgrimage. Although in the rain it turns out many residents who come to mourn until midnight.

The baby I expected to be a year and a half old was again a sweet bob in the lap of mami.

People do not know that mami is the father-in-law of Mr. Rama, so the call of people in his residence. All residents know that mami is a family away from the parents of Mr. Rama.

Mrs Uti is busy at the back helping mothers make food for pilgrims and who are on guard until tomorrow morning.

I sat sweetly on the side porch alone, since Mr. Rama was also busy greeting the guests who made the pilgrimage.

Until twelve o'clock at night, the house was deserted only a few men who guarded together pak ustadz.

I entered because I was sleepy, it turns out that mami and mb Uti had slept first in his aunt's room, Mr. Rama.

This simple house there are only three rooms, one room belonging to the late house in his brother's newly arrived home, the new house, one more room Tantenya Pak Rama occupied by mami and mba Uti also the baby.

Confused, I finally leaned in front of the door of the room where my mother slept. So sleepy at last I did not realize sleeping on the front floor of the door of the room.

I heard the voices of the crowd outside the room, and the sound of dawn at the mosque not far from the house of Mr. Rama.

I look around, strange magical bin. Gray paint color that has been somewhat dull, furniture neatly arranged and clean, a man was wearing Koko clothes and peci, about to prepare to go to the mosque. Although turned his back but I know that Mr. Rama standing in front of a wooden cabinet that is worn out.

I was in Rama's room. Astaghfirullah auto scuff my shirt no date. Alhamdulillah is still intact as before.

The scent of her perfume poured into my sense of smell, giving rise to a fresh and uplifting sensation. I smiled looking at his high back.

"Father sir?" ask me in a hoarse voice

Mr. Rama immediately looked at me with a smile. His smile can hypnotize me. So clumsy.

"You want to join the subuhan? We worship at home if so" he said make me immediately gawk.

"Tap.. but no mukena sir, I forgot to bring it from home" replied I was a little unpleasant.

"There's my late mother's house in this closet, get ready first, I wait here" he said, deciding without asking me if I want anything. I also want to feel bad.

Finally I covered getting out of bed with disheveled hair, my hairpin went somewhere.

"Look.." Just wanted it.

"Search this?" tanyanya nintuin my favorite hairpin. I just wanted her to be Nemu.

"Kok you know? Oh yeah how can I be here huh? Who's my Carrier here, if mami same mbak Uti impossible" asked me slowly

"I picked you up here, sorry that the bed was not comfortable, not like in your house" he smiled.

Again make me melt, but kelal is also the same kind of pretentious attitude.

"Yes, I'm back" said I walk to the door. "Aren't there any clean towels?" ask me if I'm used to taking a morning shower.

"Oh, wait a minute, the toiletries aren't brought?" she opened the closet

"Bathware?" ask me weird

"It was in the back of the door, I just bought it last night, it's still sealed" he said pointing a mini basket on the right seat behind me standing.

"It's my sister's clothes, who knows the fit, her son is also the same age as you, but sorry if you are not comfortable, my late sister is a boarding boy used to wear a long robe." he said nyodorin dusty pink dress, plain dress with ribbon accents on his arms and waist and there are small white rose petals on the front.

"Well don't you want to take it?" ask her to look at me.

"Oh yes, I wear it sir, is it okay?" I asked a little too good

"No papa" he said

I immediately covered the bathroom after bringing a towel and toiletries.

"This is his wife, Mr. Rama, who is very beautiful" said mothers who were cooking rice in the kitchen when I went to the bathroom

"Punten ma'am, want to pass" said I'm sorry

"Yes, please" said the mothers standing in front of me

"Yet young still like a high school boy" said someone who knows who because I have entered the bathroom.

brrr very cold water, very different at home.

fifteen minutes I finally finished bathing and wearing a change of clothes belonging to his late brother, Mr. Rama. really fit in my body. But I feel weird, like I know this dress but where?

I walk past the mothers who are cooking in the kitchen, mbak Uti sama mami also looks new wake I peek at the door.

I went into the room and got the toiletries in their original place.

"Where are you, sir?" ask me the same Rama who again read the Qur'an.

"Oh yes forget, sorry" he said closing the Koran and walking towards the closet.

"We pray now, Mr. ustadz will soon return from the mosque must be directly here" he said holding a prayer mat on the floor.

We dissolved in the worship of two rakaat this morning, after so long since papi died, this is my first time praying in imami in addition to brother duo Ar same late papi.

A hand kiss session happens without asking. Strange as if someone led me to kiss his hand.

Although Mr. Rama was silent because of shock, but he can behave normally by smiling and rubbing my head.

Seeerrrrrr

"I go ahead, yes, that's the sound of Mr. Ustadz has come, the body wants to be bathed immediately" he said pamit

"Yes, I want to help the mothers in the back" I replied.

After he left I tidied the bed that is still a mess and his workbench that there are many piles of books.

I accidentally fell something between several books that I neatenin. a piece of photo paper with the reverse position. There's a piece of writing behind it.

Naila 07sept '19

Peak nature tourism with new friend.

A post on the back of the photo.Just as I turned back it made me surprised.

It's my same photo.... I forget but remember a little and then I don't remember anything.