
After picking up the son, this afternoon he and his wife took their son to the tomb. Of course the boy did not understand, because only this time he went to a funeral.
The first to visit is the tomb of the father of Arya, then after praying now the three humans arrived at the tomb that reads the name Raisya. The late wife of Arya. And there is a small tomb that is the son of Arya and his late wife.
After praying, Arya introduced her wife and children. The little boy certainly asked a lot about who they prayed for and they came.
"This is Raisya's mother's grave, son. Father's dead wife, and this is Dad's son's grave," Yasmine explained slowly as her son was so curious.
"So, isn't my father's son?" ask Taqa again.
Arya smiled, then she rubbed the hair of the handsome boy who was still wearing the school uniform. "Look, Yes. He's carrying like you, this is Yasmine's name, she's as beautiful as you are, as smart as you are" he told the grave of his late wife.
Yasmine who was squatting next to the son could only smile. Then he said something. "Sir, I borrowed it for as long as I and she she's still breathing yes, later, if we catch up with you, I give her back to you, '" she said, looking at her husband.
"Already, don't say what it's going to be like. It's his prayer, now we go to the house of mama yes," Arya asked next.
"Whose mom, Dad?" ask Taqa. For some reason when hearing the word mama who is remembered is a photo of a beautiful woman who must be called by the name of mama.
"Dad's mom, would you?" ask Arya. Now the three of them are standing. Then, without an answer the three men went from there to the house of Aryan in-laws who were not far from there.
Of course the arrival of Arya and her new wife was welcomed by mama Riyana and the husband. Because it has been a long time they told his son-in-law to marry again, but it turns out his soul mate was only met this year, after so long the daughter-in-law has the status of a widower.
"You're beautiful, son," she told Yasmine.
"Thank you, Auntie," Yasmine replies to a woman who looks old from her age.
"Call mama" said mama Riyana again.
Yasmine agrees, and Taqa is introduced to them. The handsome boy became the center of attention because he was engrossed in asking the two middle-aged men.
While his parents were busy sitting together in the living room by telling about the pictures of Arya and the late Raisya.
"Like 'kan kau," said Arya to his wife who was looking at a photo of a beautiful girl sitting on the edge of a lake.
Yasmine smiled, she just nodded. Then behind the album sheet and look back at the picture of the woman with the husband. He looked, "this is your wedding photo?" tanyakanya.
"Yes, I'm very handsome, yes" replied Arya.
Yasmine nodded back, "handsome and beautiful. A very suitable couple" he said.
Arya smiled, then her hand immediately grabbed the wife and brought her into the deck. It just so happened that Taqa and the two old men were in the middle room. "I love you" he said, kissing the top of Yasmine's head.
"Mas, you're this sweet, huh?" yasmine asked as she closed the album and turned to her husband.
"You dating?" ask Yasmine again. "I mean first," the woman replied afterwards.
Arya nodded, "yes. Honestly, I'm not a go-getter, honey, I was dating in High School. But just simply, especially in the past is still rarely a cell phone like now, my time is still a letter."
Yasmine nodded her head in confidence. Then the child came out with two middle-aged homeowners.
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The days that Yasmine and her husband spent were getting more beautiful. Especially now that the woman has returned to teaching, and will be taken by her husband, and picked up when she returns home. It seemed, he had forgotten the news of the friend who was there, somehow he did not really understand, because every time he contacted his mother and brother, everything answered the better.
So, the woman is getting busy with her happy new family. How not, if the treatment of Arya is so sweet and good. Always laugh at him and the child.
Arya is very smart to share time for him and the child, even Taqa to always praise his new father at school.
Likewise with teaching njai, lately every return home ngajar njai the three always took the time to stop by the house of Sufi mothers. Just a moment, so as not to be lonely at all times. There is no time to be with your children and grandchildren even if they are only a few minutes away.
As of this moment, Yasmine was already sitting on the porch with her mother-in-law. While Arya behind still walking with Taqa on her back.
"It's big too, Dad. Why the heck want to carry Taqa," Yasmine told her husband.
"Mumpung is still strong Mom, if it is old later not strong anymore." so replied Arya while lowering the child from her back.
"Later that Taqa is old, and Dad is old. We'll change, yeah, Dad," said the little boy.
The Sufi mother smiled widely at the interaction of the three who were getting warmer and warmer. Then patted his thigh the daughter-in-law, which then made Yasmine turn towards him. "It's too late yet?" tanyakanya.
Yasmine smiled, "yet, Mom. Maybe it's hard, 'would've wanted four heads, '" he replied.
"But if it's in love, right?" ask the Sufi mother again.
"You, Mom. If love will not refuse. 'Kan sustenance," Yasmine replied.
"Hopefully next month there is good news, yes" said the middle-aged woman again.
"Aamiin, Ya Allaah, pray for ya" he said, hugging from his mother-in-law's side.
Yes, it has been a month of life. And, how is the news from Alifa .. she is still lying in a coma, but thankfully her two children are now healthy, even can be brought home. And her two children are now in the care of mom Widia and dad Zaenal, as well as two baby sitters. While Alfin now he had started receiving, he had also started working again. It's just that, every night he would sleep in a room full of tools, accompanying his beloved wife.
It is difficult to accept everything, but in addition to accepting, humans can what. Yes, the first thing a man can do when living his life is being tried is with patience second sincerity, third pasputkan on Allaah and the last hand forget, effort and effort.