The Primadona Malam

Unsettled

Imas yells to prevent Niram from entering the bathroom. A moment later, he approached Niram who was glued to the bathroom door.

"Surge!" imas said while pushing rough the body of the niece of her husband.

Niram staggered a little. Lucky in being able to immediately master the balance of his body so as not to fall. For a moment, Niram could only be transfixed as soon as he saw his aunt enter the bathroom and shut the door.

Why do you have to be so rude, Tan. And if Auntie asks me not to go ahead of Aunt to the bathroom, of course I will not precede you, inner Niram.

After 15 minutes of waiting, the bathroom door finally opened. Still putting on a hostile face, Imas came out of the bathroom. Since Niram came this afternoon until now, Imas had no intention of reprimanding him at all. For Imas, the existence of others in his rented house, will only be a burden.

Niram took a deep breath. Since his uncle got married, Niram did not know his aunt very well. Understandably, due to economic circumstances, Niram was not invited to attend his uncle's wedding in the city. He met his aunt once, when he introduced Imas to his father and mother, long before they were married.

Hhh, I'd better be ablution right now. Magrib time is only a moment, hunt later, muttered Niram in his heart.

Finished ablution, Niram returned to the room more precisely spelled warehouse. He also began to establish his prayer as much as three rakaat.

After the prayer, Niram taught to wait for the time isya arrived. The distance of magrib to Isya is only just one hour more, therefore Niram refrained from aborting. He refused to see his aunt again.

The Quranic chant of holy verse from Niram's lips was cut off when someone knocked on the door of his room. The girl, who had a height of about 165 cm, immediately moved from the top of the prayer mat. He approached the door and opened it.

"Eh, Rayyan. What's up, Deck?" niram asked as soon as he saw Rayyan standing at the door of his room.

"Silver is waiting at the dinner table equally papa," replied Rayyan. "Papa said, we're having dinner together" Rayyan continued.

Niram glanced at the clock that he always carried as an alarm to wake up. It is only 8 minutes to Isya time. Niram decided to pray first before filling his empty stomach.

"Please tell me to your papa, Dek, Brother, I'll eat it later. Soon the time has come. Brother wants to pray first," replied Niram, gently.

"Okay, sister," Rayyan replied.

The boy passed from the front of his cousin's room.

Arrive in the dining room.

"Well, where's Niram?" halim asked his son.

"Son Niram wants to pray first, Pa. He said he had dinner later, finished praying" Rayyan replied.

"You didn't force him, Bang. From this afternoon brother Niram has not eaten loh," continued Halim.

Rayyan just shook her head.

"Yes, let Papa invite him," said Halim while he was about to get out of his seat.

However, Imas blocked her husband's wrist.

"Wait, Bang!" prevent Imas.

"Already, don't disturb your nephew's worship. He is different from us. He can resist hunger for the sake of prayer, but we are not. Already, we eat first. You have the potential for your child to be lonely just because you wait for him," said Imas at length.

Hmm, what his wife said is true. It is not only the child in the womb of his wife who will feel hungry. He was also very hungry because he missed his lunch.

"Yes, let's eat, '" asked Halim. "Don't forget, leave it to Niram later, too," concluded Halim.

Imas just smiled grinningly at the orders of her husband.

In the back room.

"Assalamu'alaikum warahmatullahi wa barakatuh!" niram said, looking to the right. "Assalamu'alaikum" he continued, looking to the left.

After praying and praying, Niram opened his face and folded it. After that he then stored his prayer equipment on a small shelf in the corner of the room.

For a moment, Niram straightened his hair. After that, he exited the room and set foot towards the dining room to join the Halim family.

Arriving at the dining room, no one was there. After the prayer, Niram is just Yasinan. However, the atmosphere of the night in the city was indeed very different. Although the ripple of the vehicle is still heard from a distance, but the people of the house are not visible.

Maybe they're resting in their room? inner Niram.

The girl was tall and had a crazy body like a Spanish guitar and walked to the dining table. He opened the hood of the saji on the table. However, empty. There was no food behind the hood.

For a moment, Niram circulated his gaze. Hoping that his eyes would meet a clever object called magic com.

"Ah, that's it," muttered Niram as he approached the place to store the magic com.

However, again Niram had to swallow disappointment. The clever rice cooker had been plucked from his stun. In fact, there was not even a fistful of rice left in his teflon. Niram could only bite his lower lip. Now he was convinced that there was nothing he could eat. Finally, suffocatingly, Niram returned to his room.

Arriving at the room, Niram opened his tote bag. He took out his nightgown. There is no closet in this room. Finally, Niram took out only the clothes he needed.

My God, it's only been half a day, but I don't feel right living in this house. Ish, how could I possibly be at home if the owner of the house did not accept me sincerely, Inner Niram.

Finished changing clothes, Niram again held a prayer mat. He sat cross-legged on the prayer mat while holding his sling bag. Niram unzipped the front pocket of his bag. His only intention was to take out his small wallet. However, who would have thought Niram felt a small plastic package that felt chewy.

"Ish, what is this?" muttered Niram while taking out the package.

Niram smiled faintly when he saw the remaining fried cassava that his mother had supplied this morning. It's cold, but it's good enough to stuff his stomach tonight.

There hasn't been a day he's been living overseas. However, he already missed his parents a lot. His mother who never let him starve like this. And also his father who never let him sleep on an empty stomach at all. Niram missed the two old men.

"Remember, Son. If you feel weak because you miss us, look at the bracelet bearing your name. Surely your longing will be healed and you will be able to become strong again."

Niram's mother's message was always ringing in his ears. Niram raised his hand. However, how shocked he was as he looked at his own wrist.

"Eh, where's my bracelet going?"