Tidying Up Asa, Inviting Hidayah

7. About Him

...*When the feeling turns to despair, everything in your mind will be exposed about him.*...

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This is going to be my most different holiday. Other than others. Because usually I vacation by gathering with family, playing with friends, or sightseeing to a beautiful tourist spot. This time I went on vacation to stay at my sister's house.

Yeah, just stay at my brother's house, not anywhere.

Impressed just plain, but in fact I can really refresh my brain and energy. I thoroughly enjoyed the holidays. Without thinking about homework, or college assignments. Here I feel life being served, facilitated.

And make no mistake. At my sister's house, want anything. Want to gym or swim no need to leave the house, there are facilities here. My sister's book collection is also a lot, will not be bored after reading the book.

Or want to watch television like watching a movie can also. The music from the most up-to-date audio I've seen this time can also be.

This house is like being prepared so that residents feel at home staying at home. Because the complete facilities are already there, there is no need to leave the house.

Although here all my needs have been provided, of course I stick to the ethics of staying at people's homes.

Mother said, while staying at someone else's house, let even brothers, do not stand idly by! Help with homework as much as possible. And all the advice my mother always remember, I do as long as it is not burdensome.

This afternoon, not as usual. If I usually just sit in front of the television, or accompany Aneesha in her private studio. So this is out of the ordinary, sister Aneesha was busy in the kitchen from this afternoon until now. She said she wanted to cook sweet sour shrimp and squid oyster sauce, her husband's favorite.

Although aunt Sri and mbak Lia have forbidden, because they can also cook whatever Aneesha wants. But apparently my brother is trying to intervene on his own.

“Let's if princes' hands get rough how?” Seloroh mbak Lia when sister Aneesha took the shrimp and wanted to clean it herself. Mbak Lia immediately took over, “just be the same as me. Mbak Aneesha stay cook.”

“Tumben princes want to cook themselves? Later his hands smell of onions, you know.” Aunt Sri also joking, "later Reyfan angry with aunt, you know."

Since living in Jakarta, Aneesha rarely cooks. Unlike the time when living in Surabaya, my sister and I took turns helping my mother cook. Although I help my mother more often than my sister.

I prefer to wash clothes than cook. When washing clothes, no one protested salinity or lack of salt, or too sweet. So Aneesha did not like to cook for a long time, because she did not like to be protested.

Practically after living in his own home, his brother rarely goes into the kitchen. After all, there is already a household assistant, cooking is no longer a priority for Aneesha.

This morning, suddenly Aneesha's sister came up to me in the room. Ask to be accompanied to the market, but he could have asked for Lia shopping. Today my sister is not as usual.

“Maybe baby-congenital, just follow.” Aunt Sri said to me earlier, before we went to the market.

I'm packing seasonings and chilies to make baby squid chili sauce. If this is my favorite dish. I can finish rice as a basket if there is baby squid sambal as a side dish. Coincidentally, there was a baby squid shopping, so I can cook my favorite menu.

Aneesha's sister, who had just put the shrimp into a frying pan filled with spices, suddenly shut her mouth. Immediately I put the munthu (a table made of natural stone), approaching Aneesha's brother who was almost staggered.

“Kak why?” I held both of my brother's shoulders, propping him up so as not to fall.

“Ndon't know, nih. Suddenly dizzy ...,” Brother Aneesha held the temple, closed his eyes for a while while shaking his head slowly. Then hiss with a deep frown.

“Sit first, Brother!” I guided Aneesha's sister, to a chair located in the kitchen. Distract aunt Sri and mbak Lia who are busy with their respective activities.

“Mbak Aneesha why?” Mbak Lia approached with a panicked face.

“Sister Neesha is dizzy he said, Ma'am." My answer.

Aneesha's sister sat down while massaging the temple, her forehead creasing deeper in a sign of enduring pain. I extended my hand, gave a massage to my brother's nape, maybe it could help relieve the dizziness a little.

“Already! Just rest! Surely the exhaustion.” from a distance aunt Sri said, “pregnant women are indeed more often tired, her body is weak. Especially still early trimester.”

“But the cooking is not finished, Bi.” The repugnance of Aneesha. He did not leave the job, if it is not finished.

“Let my same aunt finish. Just take Aneesha to the room, yeah! Afraid later even fainted here, can get angry all the same mas Reyfan.” said mbak Lia with a tone of fear made-up.

“Iya, Brother. Yuk, to the room!”

I forced Aneesha's sister who was still hesitant to move on. I guided him out of the kitchen, for his face had begun to turn pale. True said mbak Lia, can faint brother Aneesha if the situation is like this.

Just as we were passing through the dining room, the sound of footsteps rang out. Along with the murmuring of people talking.

“You why, Jen?” It turned out that Reyfan and Mr. Hara were coming.

“So we were cooking, suddenly sister Neesha got dizzy she said.” Answers explained.

“Ouch! Weird, sih, cook everything. Usually just ask. Is aunt Sri the same Mbak Lia where until you cook? Heem?” Reyfan asked, there was a worried tone I caught from his voice.

Reyfan took Aneesha's shoulder, and soon I shifted, giving her access. Reyfan does not care about tiredness, because he is worried about the state of his wife. He just got home from work.

“Let me take Aneesha to the room. You please tell Lia to have her make coffee for Hara, yes, Jen!”

I nodded, without answering. I watched Reyfan carefully and fondly guide Aneesha up one by one the steps. What a definition of a romantic couple without poetic words. Uh! Brother Aneesha must be happy to have an understanding husband like brother Reyfan.

“I told you, right? If you want to eat something, just tell aunt Sri to cook. If aunt Sri or Lia can not masakin, just buy.”

“I, tuh, want to cook for sister. Wife has never been masakin her husband.”

“But you're pregnant, baby. Don't tire. What if your hand gets oil or hot water? Later blister, so rough hands princes not smooth anymore.”

“Ihh! Sister lebay!”

Of course I heard all that Aneesha and her husband were talking about. Maybe Reyfan's brother was just joking, but his caution wasn't a charade.

“Ha ha ha. Ew! Your hands smell of onions. Your hijab smells bad. Dress your body ... Ouch! Kumandiin, yes!”

“Sister, iihh!”

I heard Reyfan laughing, while Aneesha pinched her husband's waist many times. Maybe Aneesha's sister is upset that Reyfan's sister teased her. They're romantic, aren't they? Just make me jealous.

“Be careful the way, or want me to carry?”

“Kak nothing, anyway. I'm just pregnant, not a foot injury.”

“Yes, it's okay. Carrying a pregnant wife can reward you, anyway?”

“Sister! Don't be so hard, ah! Shame to hear them.”

I know Aneesha's sister glanced back, at my place and Mr. Hara's. We were both still standing under the stairs, watching the romantic scenes of the couple.

Makes me want to scream, “hei! There are minors, here! Don't talk friendly, dong.”

“Ha ha ha. You let me learn, Jen. Tomorrow if you are married, do not be surprised to be copied husband.”

“Sister! My sister does not want to marry yet, college just want to enter the second year.”

“Eh! Who knows, tomorrow applied to the same Ghufron directly approved by the father. Good intentions should be encouraged. Yeah, right, Jen?”

“As far as you are, deh. Jenar is still not old enough to say marriage.”

I turned around, took a step, passed from the romantic atmosphere that made me envious. Though I still hear the voice of Aneesha and her husband arguing over me.

I better go to the kitchen to finish the cooking left by Aneesha's sister. This time I don't want to make coffee for Pak Hara anymore. I know he doesn't like my coffee, let Lia do it.

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We had four dinners, not like the three of us. This is the first time I've stayed here, Mr. Hara has dinner together.

Looks like Reyfan's brother still has serious business with Pak Hara, so he hasn't been allowed to go home. And their conversation at the dinner table was still about a job I didn't understand.

“Meeting with Mr. How was Gerald, Brother?” Ask Aneesha to her husband.

“Current, dong. It goes like our plan. Everything's fine, as long as there's Hara. He has always been the best negotiator.” Reyfan praised his personal assistant.

Mr. Hara as usual, put on a flat face. Reyfan praised him many times.

“Oya, Jen. Ghufron said he wanted to start a business. She could learn from Hara if she asked me. As a beginner, Ghufron definitely needs guidance.”

Reyfan was good, until he remembered the chat with Ghufron the other day. Indeed, Ghufron wants to start a business. He said for our future, so sweet, right?

“I should already have my own business before graduating. So when applying for you, I can say that I already have my own income. So that your parents are sure to release their daughter to be my wife.” That's how he said it to me. Also told to Reyfan.

“New plan, anyway. I want to open a cafe with the concept of a place that becomes one with a bookstore. You'll be looking for a name, huh?”

It looks like Ghufron is preparing the future. Makes me even more amazed at him and sure of his sincerity. Besides being handsome, he is also smart, responsible and insyaAlloh soleh. Anybody lucky to be his wife.

Uh! Why am I thinking about Ghufron. But he was far from sight. Lately I have been daydreaming about him. Whatever I do often ends up thinking about it.

It was Ghufron I admired from the first time I saw him, but I could not say it. He who has attracted me because of his polite personality and flexible character.

Now when the dipper was together, it turned out that the feeling I felt for him was the same as the one he felt for me. We also knit despair, carve dreams about a beautiful future together.

Although new plans, although only limited to despair. But what Ghufron did was enough to grow seeds in the heart. Nurture roots until the buds of love blossom.

Ghufron made me think, I must have goals and plans. He gave me a new spirit to tread on a life that might be a little steep.

Mas Ghufron was able to turn a plegmatic girl like me into a picture of the future. It made me change my view of the future. That life must have a dream, must have a purpose, so as not to be monotonous.

Uh! Can't I stop thinking about it? It seems like my brain and heart have been filled with one name - Ghufron al Ghazali.

“So you want to cook this? Until the trouble in the kitchen, almost fainted too.” Reyfan's sentence breaks the daydream. Flying the shadow of Ghufron's newly flashed mas, the,

“Iya. But because of the rush of dizziness, nausea and lemes, finally Jenar the same aunt who cooked.” Brother Aneesha displays a face full of regret, "when wanting to make a surprise, masakin husband.”

I glanced at Reyfan's brother who was laughing wide while mangusap Aneesha's head covered in hijab. Uh! Must, yes, they display affection in front of me?

“No need to cook if you want to make a surprise, just welcome me with the sweetest smile, every day has surprised me.”

Tuh, right? The phrase dreadlocks brother Reyfan makes the cheeks of Aneesha red met. And his attitude .. ah! So sweet.

My butterflies are heating up, hearing Reyfan's sister Gombalin Aneesha's brother. I want to protest, but isn't this their home? Surely their lives are like this, right? It's my fault why it's in the middle of those who are drunk on love.

Clontang.

“You made my appetite disappear.”

I almost jumped in surprise. Pak Hara dropped the spoon on the plate violently. While brother Reyfan and sister Aneesha looked at each other, then compactly looked at Mr. Hara who stood up.

“Better I eat in the park,” with a rough movement Pak Hara take vegetables and side dishes in large quantities. Until the plate is full.

“Hei! That's my own squid, don't get washed out!” bully Reyfan with a high tone. But did not try to prevent Pak Hara from leaving after not leaving the oyster sauce squid in the slightest.

“For a long time more insolent him! Kupecat just found out the taste,” Gerutu kak Reyfan, “Kusukahi become an old virgin! No one wants to marry him.”

“Kakak!” Aneesha protested.

“Enak just finished my favorite squid. Really nice, anyway!”

“Udah, don't be so angry! Kan, just squid.” Aneesha's sister tried to calm her husband who became indistinctly angry.

“But the smell is up, baby. I just ate kit.” Whine brother Reyfan, “basic assistant don't know yourself! I really fired him!”

“Truly want to fire Hara only because of squid?”

“Ngeselin, hell!”

I want to laugh, see Reyfan who keeps getting angry. While Mr. Hara no longer visible stem of his nose. Probably enjoying the food in the garden, as he said.

Adults who act like children. It was proudly praised, now only because of the trivial things being cursed at

But I envy their familiarity, the sense of kinship created on the basis of sincerity. Definition of real family.

Not wanting Reyfan to keep grumbling, Aneesha asked me to go to the kitchen to get some more oyster sauce squid. We cooked quite a lot, not served all. So there's still leftovers in the kitchen.

Reyfan does not need to feel upset because he can still eat his favorite oyster sauce squid. Sister Aneesha certainly understands the nature of her husband.

Such is love, everything that is done, thought and prioritized is about him who is at heart ....

The shadow flashed again ..he whom I shall serve as my imam shall be .. mas Ghufron ....

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*Dear Assalamu'alaikum readers, beloved and terlope lope ....

Sorry, to schedule up while this can only be once a week. Bayik can not be invited to cooperate, busyness in RL is also still piling up. Understand, yes. Because I am still active in the organization as well (lebay, even though only pkk se RT)😁.

So, have not been able to fulfill your desire to diligently up. Hopefully it does not reduce your enthusiasm to share the story of Pak Hara who does not have a hehe facial expression.

I still think of writing as a hobby, so it shouldn't leave real life priorities behind. I can't write in a hurry either. Afraid of not feeling😁.

So, be patient, yes!

As told at the beginning of the episode, climbing Rinjani mountain is not easy. Many obstacles and obstacles, can not rush😁.

Halah, wear a long write, say you want us not to chase up right thor?

Hehe, yes that's how😁

Oya, for those who want to get into gc. Tap the door, say hello, stay in the trail in one of my novels just aja deh. without a trace I will not open the door. It's nice to go in but don't want to read (emot glancing at it with a smirk smile)

Last ... once again, please be patient with this story, yes.😁

Spoiler .. later Pak Hara will not be made like mas Fares or Mas Reyfan really. Kink, dong. Must be different ...😁*