The Primadona Malam

The Same Question

Halim's heart always beat fast when remembering sentence after sentence thrown by Yura, who was Niram's best friend.

It was from Yura that Halim learned all the truth that his wife had hidden. Halim is feeling sick. So sick was it that the wife had ruined the future of her own nephew.

Since then, Halim has never had a face again to meet Niram. Yep! He's coward! He was even so cowardly to meet Niram and apologize for all his wife's wrongdoings.

Halim is afraid of getting out of control. Especially after knowing the work of Niram last experienced rudapaksa. Halim. However, he did not have the strength to pull Niram out of the pit of sin. Moreover, Niram openly admitted that he regretted following Halim overseas.

"Goddessa .... Oshakbar ...."

Azan dawn began to roar. Halim went to the bathroom to clean herself up. Today, with his son he will again perform the ied prayer in the nearest mosque.

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The village. Hanafi and Halimah had to swallow her disappointment back. This is the third year, neither Niram nor Halim at all celebrate Lebaran in their hometown.

"What's really going on, Dad? Why do they seem compact really do not want to celebrate Lebarannya in the hometown. People who become TKW just want to go home. This is, but Jakarta doang, a very difficult time to get a bus ticket," complained Halimah while folding her face.

"Easy, Mom. Maybe they are busy. Halim works as a security, of course her responsibilities are bigger, ma'am. While Niram himself, reportedly the office where he worked so tight. Niram's boss is a Chinese. Yes, you know what their discipline is" Hanafi replied at length.

"Uh, it just doesn't make sense, Dad," muttered Halimah.

"Already, Mom. Not good to keep on. Come on, we better go to the mosque now. Let it be somewhere inside," concluded Hanafi.

Halimah nodded. After preparing the prayer rites and the meeting, Halimah followed Hanafi who had first left the house. They want to do the Ied prayer together in the village mosque.

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The Niram residence.

Baby G is still sleeping on his mother's bed. Usually, the plump baby is always awake when the morning azan reverberates. However, this time it seems like the hero Niram really understands the busyness of his mother in preparing for the holiday. Until the baby is still busy arranging his dreams.

After the dawn prayer, Niram. She arranged the food she cooked and she ate by herself at the dinner table. The third year spread across the globe, everything still remains the same. No guests will be visiting his home. In this residential area, all residents are indeed very busy with their respective activities.

Finished the kitchen. Niram went back to the room to see if his son was awake or not. And it seemed, nature's call in the morning, made the puffed-up baby open his eyes.

Little babble came out of her tiny lips. Niram smiled and immediately approached the bed.

"Good morning Mother's maid," Niram said as he sat in front of his son.

While inserting a finger into his mouth, the baby padlock of the male sex continued to chatter. Makes her mother more nervous.

"Uh, smell. Baby G pup, huh?" niram said as he opened his son's diaper.

Niram then folded the dirty diaper to be thrown into the trash. He also cleaned up the remains of his son's feces. Afterwards, Niram carried baby G into the bathroom for cleaning.

Half an hour has passed. Starting from bathing, dressing and feeding his son, everything he did himself. When his son was ready, Niram grabbed his pocket. Yes, today his determination was already unanimous. No matter what happened in his life, Niram never neglected to pray. Whether it is obligatory prayer, or sunna.

One by one, Niram greeted his neighbors. Until he arrived in front of the elderly grandmother, a native of housing that had existed long before the housing stood.

"Loh, I'm not going home again, Nir?" ask the grandmother.

Name's Jubaidah. The Betawi natives where Niram lived.

"No, Grandma" said Niram.

"Ish, pegimana anyway, you're not kangen ape, ma mama mr. lu. Moreover, the Ghio already big, already can be invited momobilan. Don't be afraid to catch a cold again" Jubaedah said.

Niram just smiled wryly. Twice he heard the same question from the same man.

So, what does it matter to you if I don't go home, Niram said in his heart.

Yes, always in his heart. Since experiencing the bitter events of his life, Niram turned into a typical person who shut himself off.

Allahuahbaik ... Allahuahbaik ... Allahuahba ....

Lucky echoes takbir reverberate. Niram also had a reason to avoid the curiosity of the old grandmother.

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At Kania's parents' house.

Finish praying Ied. Kania and her family had breakfast together. There was no talk that accompanied their morning meal. Everything was immersed in their thoughts.

Ahsan looks disappointed because he cannot celebrate Lebaran with his father. As for Kania, she was still very upset because her husband had always been like this. More concerned with business than family matters.

"After this, we'll shimme to the tomb of the princess. You guys get ready!" darma said to his son and grandson.

"Okay, sir," replied Kania.

Ahsan. The young man did not speak at all to his grandfather. He just plays his food while propping up his chin. I don't know what he's thinking.

"Why are you, Le? When the food is just stirred so, it will not taste good," said Darma to his granddaughter.

Ahsan. He smiled faintly and replied. "It's okay, Eyang. Ahsan is just not having an appetite" Ahsan replied. "Maybe because the fasting habit is still laughing too" he continued.

Darma simply smiled in response to her grandson's reply.

"Despite that, but yes breakfast should be served as well, Le. Start the morning with breakfast, because we don't know what we're going to face today." Darma Advice.

"Remember, Eyang," Ahsan replied.

"Yes, hurry up and finish your food. Mumpung is still morning too, we shove first before traveling around the village!" darma's orders.