The Primadona Malam

Arguing

"Assalamu'alaikum, Tan!" napa Niram once arrived at the door of her uncle's rented house.

Imas turned his head, he was very surprised to see his husband's nephew already standing in front of the house. Imas looked up to see the bald man. And apparently, the man had not gone far. It's even possible that he could cross paths with Niram. If that happens, of course Niram must have long stood around his house.

Ish, did he hear my conversation with the Sagar bang? inner Imas.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Auntie!" Niram said his greetings again.

Imas who was daydreaming, suddenly felt shocked. He again grumbled annoyed at Niram's attitude.

"It's enough once in a while, Niram! Auntie is no budek!" peekkik Imas's.

"Yes, sorry Auntie," replied Niram, regretting.

"Yes, get in there! Noh, the dirty dishes are piled up in the bucket!" imas command.

"Well, Auntie," answered Niram while keeping his sneakers on the shoe rack.

Imas wants to enter the house. But his steps came to a halt with the call of Niram.

"Sorry, Tan. Niram saw a creepy bald man standing at the door. Is he Halim's uncle's friend?" ask Niram.

"Huh, don't go to you, Niram! Already, the hunt is in!" Imas again gave the order while glaring at her husband's nephew.

Not wanting to add to the anger of the aunt, Niram immediately obeyed the orders of Imas. He entered the house without asking much more questions.

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Her night. As usual, after the prayers of the magrib the Halim family gathered for dinner. Food served, of course, the work of the hands of Niram who is so good at cooking. Long-over the tongue Imas increasingly accustomed to Sundanese cuisine that Niram cook. Now she is getting addicted to this food. And it certainly makes him feel more lazy to cook.

Hmm if I have a chef at home. Why do I cook too, Inner Imas sneered cunningly.

"Where is the first day's experience looking for work, honey?" tanya Halim opened the conversation after dinner.

"There is still no provision, Uncle," replied Niram.

"Oh, it's okay. There is still tomorrow" replied Halim.

"Emang difficult if the job only ngandelin High School diploma. Aunty who is a scholar, hard. Especially SMA," said Imas.

"There are actually several companies that are interested in the value of Niram's diploma. But ...."

Niram hung up his sentence.

"What's up, honey?" ask Halim.

"However, they asked Niram not to wear a veil" Niram's great-grandson.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim. Sometimes, the law of the jungle applies here, too" Halim tells us.

Niram only smiled faintly in response to his uncle's story.

"Why don't you follow their wishes? Huh, that's stupid," scoffed Imas.

Niram smiled wryly. It was also free for him to explain his principles to the aunt. It won't change his aunt's attitude toward him.

"Sorry, Uncle, Aunt ... Niram to the kitchen first," said Niram while bringing the dirty dishes used to eat into the kitchen.

"Eh, don't forget you're doing this too. Aunt sleepy, going to bed!" imas command.

Niram just nodded his head in response to his aunt's orders.

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"Uhuk-uhuk-uhuk!"

Hanafi was incessantly coughing. The night air is getting colder. Plus, since the afternoon it rained. Hanafi's thin body, could only curl up covered in a side cloth.

"Uhuk-uhuk-uhuk!"

"Drink the tea, Dad!" halimah said while helping Hanafi to wake up.

Hanafi's frail body began to move and sat leaning against the wall. His thin hands stretched out to take a cup containing ginger tea made by the wife. A moment later, Hanafi took a sip. The warm feeling began to run through Hanafi's throat until it emptied into his stomach.

"It's been a week and Niram's been with his uncle, but why hasn't Halim told us about Niram's situation there, Mom?" hanafi said opening the chat.

Halima took an empty cup from her husband's hand. After that, he kept the cup on a small table next to a mattress that was held.

"Come, Dad. Mr. RT hasn't told us about Halim's message. That means, Halim has not contacted RT sir," said Halimah.

"Dad's worried, Mom. Is it possible that Niram hasn't gotten a job yet? If he is, I'd ask him to come home, Mom. Dad was afraid of the city association," Hanafi said, expressing anxiety in his heart.

"There's no way Niram hasn't worked, Dad. Didn't Halim say he was told by his boss to find a new employee?" hulima. "Already, Dad. Don't think too badly either. Niram may have been working, and he was very busy with his work. We'll just wish our daughter all the best, Dad. Come on, I'd better get some more sleep" Halimah concluded, ending the conversation with her husband.

Without resisting, Hanafi re-spattered his body. He simply rubbed his face, trying to dispel the bad thoughts that were lingering in his mind.

May what mother says be true, inner Hanafi.

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Wh-tok-tok!

The sound of knocking on the door was so loud between the sepals of the night. Ahsan who had fallen asleep after performing the magrib prayer, returned to blink his eyes. A moment later, he grabbed the clock working on the nightstand.

"At 10 p.m. Ish, who is the one who nightly comes to the room," Ahsan muttered slightly grumbling.

Ahsan got out of his bed. For a moment, he was wearing house slippers. A second later, Ahsan started walking towards the door of the room.

Chequek!

The door opened, and a woman in her 45s was rushing towards Ahsan.

"Maulana Ahsan, Mami's handsome. Uuh, Mami kangen is completely Ahsan. I'm sorry, Mommy can only come home tonight. The plane was a little delayed, honey," the woman's sniffle who was none other than the one who had given birth to Ahsan.

Kania hugged her only son tightly. It had been a long time since he had met Ahsan.

"Yes, Mi. No pa-pa," Ahsan said, trying to understand his mother's busyness.

For a while, the mother and son hugged each other, channeling their longing.

"Huh, finally you remember coming home too," said Mr. Kusuma who was already standing in the doorway.

Kania outlined her embrace. She put on the sweetest smile for her dear husband.

"Why, Papi kangen huh?" ledek Kania's. "Ish, Papi .. We are old, we do not need to be confused" he added.

"Whoever misses Mami" elak Tuan Kusuma.

"That, earlier .. Papi usually cuek aja tuh if Mami there work outside. But now, why also Papi send a message so that Mami cepet home. Kangen, 'take the sign, '" Kania added.

"Don't ge'er you, Mi. Papi sends a message just to make you nervous that this month is the time for Ahsan semester break. Once in a while, you stay home when your child is on vacation. No need to take a job here and there. It is enough Papi that you do not take care of. Do not let Ahsan also you telantarin. Understand you!" press Mr. Kusuma.

"Don't, Pi. Don't start again ... Mom is tired, just got home from work. I have no energy for the babbling nanggepin Papi. So, just say it tomorrow-tomorrow, yeah. Mama wants a break. Dah Ahsan ... now Ahsan bobo again, yes. Tomorrow we tell stories," Kania cerocos kissed her son's forehead. Shortly after, the woman who was still very beautiful was gone from her son's room.

"See!" Appoint Mr. Kusuma to his son. "That's it, so do your mother if reminded of her obligations," said Tuan Kusuma complained about his wife's attitude to his son.

Ahsan smiled wryly. Honestly speaking, she did not understand the household matters, therefore Ahsan could not respond to her papal complaint.

"Sorry, Pi. Ahsan wants to pray first" Ahsan said.

"Oh, yes, my son. Papi comes out first" replied Mr. Kusuma.

A moment after his father left, Ahsan swung his steps towards the bathroom. For a moment, he looked at himself in front of the sink mirror. I don't know what's wrong in him so it must be born from parents who always argue if they meet.

My mother came home not on her own initiative. So, what do I mean in my eyes?