The Primadona Malam

Celebrating Happiness

Niram thanked for the success of Halim who had risen in office. And he also felt proud of Halim's success in working in a city as big as Jakarta. The other was with his wife Halim. Imas was impressed to hear the news of her husband's promotion. It seems, the happy news brought by the husband had no effect on the mood of Imas who was chaotic due to the actions of his parents.

"Yes, let's go in. Later after the magrib prayer, we will celebrate our happiness," concluded Halim invite his wife and nephew in.

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"Is Halim still not giving word, ma'am?" ask Hanafi.

I don't know. Tonight Hanafi misses the sound of his son who always hums the prayer.

Halima who was preparing dinner, could only sigh. Almost all the time, her husband asked her the same question.

Halimah understood what Hanafi felt. If to be honest, Halimah also felt a longing as great as the longing felt by her husband. Because, this was the first time he had been far apart with his flesh blood.

"Patience, Dad. Maybe Halim is busy. If there's free time, he'll call us" Halimah said.

"Yes, Mom. Dad was patient too, but somehow the feeling of kangen in your heart could not be brought compromise to be patient" said Hanafi.

"Hhh, do you think, I don't miss Niram either? I miss you, Dad. Very homesick. After all, the mother had conceived and breastfed the child. Of course Mom and Niram's bond is much stronger than Dad's. It's just that, I don't want to be outdone by the longing that will drown our sane minds" said Halimah, at length.

Hanafi only took a deep breath. He must admit that what his wife said was very true. Don't let longing erode his common sense, Hanafi thought.

"Yes, I'd better eat now. Don't you have to take medicine?" halimah concluded while offering her husband's dinner.

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"Niraam...! Boo, Son!" shout Halim.

Niram who had just finished praying magrib, went straight out of the room to meet his uncle.

"What's up, Uncle?" niram asked as soon as he arrived before Halim.

Halim scrunched his forehead. "Snacks not changed?" ask Halim.

"Change clothes? Where are we going, Uncle?" Niram asked back.

"Tonight, we'll have dinner outside, Brother," chirped Rayyan who already looked neat.

"really?" Niram asked again with a radiant face.

"Yes, Brother. Papa said, we all want to have dinner outside to take Papa's place" Rayyan added.

"Yes, just count the tashakuran, Ram," said Halim. "Yes, the game change clothes! Throw the hunt too late" Halim ordered to his nephew.

"Ready, Uncle!"

Niram reverse. He ran small to his room. Arriving at the room, Niram immediately changed clothes. Niram did not want to make his uncle wait for long. Therefore, after polishing her face with a thin powder, she grabbed her favorite black-colored roasted veil and immediately put on it.

Not to forget Niram also grabbed a small wallet from the table stored in the corner of the room.

Ten minutes later, he joined his uncle's family on the front porch.

After Niram came, Halim also invited his family to walk to the front end of the alley.

"With Mr Halim?" ask the taxi driver online while poking his head from the car window.

"Yes, right," replied Halim.

"Oh yes, I am the online taxi that you ordered," added the taxi driver.

"Ah, yes. All right," replied Halim.

A moment later, Halim began ordering his son, wife and nephew to get into the car.

"The address fits the map, right, sir?" ask the taxi driver.

"Yes" answered Halim, briefly.

Once it feels like everything is ready. The online taxi driver started his car splitting the streets of the capital.

The journey to the intended place to eat, accompanied by Rayyan babbling. The seven-year-old boy looked very happy. No exception to Niram. The village flower widened his eyes when he saw the atmosphere of the metropolitan city at night.

"Subhanallah .. beautiful," murmured Niram as he saw the glitter of colorful lights wrapped around the tree trunks lined up by the road.

Halim smiled at the muttering of her nephew. He was happy when he saw his nephew happy.

Unlike Imas, whose face looks unfriendly.

"Huh, you village boy!" imas taunts.

Niram could still hear his aunt's taunts. However, she did not want to ruin her mood just by feeling offended by the aunt's insults. Niram also touched his ears while continuing to look at the sparkling amazement of the night in the capital.

Half an hour later, the car they were riding in turned towards a place so beautiful and magnificent. Halim pays for his online taxi fare. Afterwards, he and his family got out of the taxi.

Niram spread his gaze. He grew increasingly amazed at the charming sight before his eyes. A large restaurant in classic romance style stands out so magnificently. Luxury restaurant that became an icon of the metropolitan city.

Imas smiled widely. For a long time he harbored the desire to be able to have a romantic dinner at this luxurious restaurant. And now, his wish is manifested. Although it was not as perfect as what he had thought all along, because of the presence of Niram who he had never considered a family member at all.

"Waaah ... so fancy, Pa!" Rayyan exclaimed, amazed. He turned his eyes back to his father.

"Are we really having dinner here?" ask Rayyan, sumringah.

Halim crouched down to align her body with the child.

"Hmm, of course we will have dinner here, son," replied Halim.

"But this is, 'it's expensive, Pa," Rayyan said.

"It's okay, son. We also taste good and expensive food like rich people" Halim replied.

"But baby, 'get the money, Uncle, '" said Niram.

Halim stands. Both of his hands then touched both of his nephew's shoulders.

"Your happiness is much more important than the price of food in this restaurant" Halim replied with a warm smile to Niram.

"When do you want to keep talking? Come in yuk, ah!" invite Imas while stepping foot into the luxury restaurant subscription of top artists and also officials.