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Arrive Time
"Everything in the heavens and the earth asks Him. Every time He is busy . "
(QS. Ar Rahmaan: 29).
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Amira walks home, she brings a box of rice and souvenirs from Maida. He occasionally plays his legs while standing near a car, he silently observes a red car that has been following him for four years wherever he goes. The car was parked on the side of the road around three or four houses next to Amira's house.
Amira had not been bothered all this time, she was just wondering what the man behind the wheel was, what he was not bored of and worse what the man did not have a job. Amira was more astonished by the unnatural behavior, it was very curious that he walked up to the car and saw firsthand who the driver was in it, but unfortunately Amira did not have that much courage. He was too afraid to know the truth.
"You're going home yet?"
"Assalamualaikum warohmatullahi wabarokatuh, Ma'am!"
"Ups, forgot." Nirmala. " Waalaikumsalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh." Amira just smiled a little.
"Will you go home?" Nirmala repeated the question.
"Yes" replied Amira.
"Well, I just came."
"Almost if you like." Amira gave the code to her house.
"Yes, we'll stop by. Prepare a lot of food." Amira smiled faintly while nodding.
"Yes, I'm in first." Amira nodded then carried her net following Nirmala's steps.
"It turned out that it didn't change" said Dinan, who was leaning near the car. Amira was surprised, but then she put on a flat face.
"I'm sorry" said Amira slowly. Amira could see Dinan standing up straight then stepping up.
"Assalamualaikum," the voice of Dinan's greeting rang out in Amira's sense of hearing. Amira had held her breath because she was too tense, even when Dinan was not seen she felt her heart still pounding and her knees felt weak.
"Waalaikumsalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," said Amira slowly then he took a breath and walked towards the fence of his house.
Amira put the rice box on the dining table and then she went into the bathroom but she had already removed her socks. Amira takes ablution. Amira came out of the bathroom with her right foot first then she took a plate to move vegetables and side dishes in the cardboard so as not to stale because it was mixed with rice. After that, Amira stepped into her room.
Amira took out some of her dirty robe stels. He took off all the safety pins and also reached into each bag before putting it in the washing machine.
Amira sorted clothes of the mother and her brother whose colors are in line with those of Amira. Then put it in the sink before he soaks and gives liquid soap first.
Amira turns on the washing machine, she takes the suit to dry. So it takes quite a long time and can be left by Amira. After her affairs were done Amira stepped on the light of the house and brought a few glasses of Yanga and on the table towards the sink.
Amira went back to her room and changed her clothes with the usual home canal she used and the stomach-top hijab she used to wear while at home. Amira returned to the kitchen, put her arms aside and washed some dishes and glasses.
Amira walked to the bathroom and took ablution water because the Maghrib Adhan had been heard telling each other from all directions. Amira so remember, a story that if heard from space one voice that never interrupted all the time running is the Adhan. Always connect until the beginning of the day until there is no blame for not listening to the sound. Amira was so amazed by the power of God how not? Where there are humans arrange things in such a way. With confidence Amira will answer no one will be able to.
Amira returned to her room and performed Maghrib prayers. He will perform sunah suratib prayers as well. After the obligations he had were fulfilled, Amira returned out of her room to the washing machine she had just turned on. But had not stepped on the washing place he heard a crowded sound in front of the house.
"Here come aunty don't carry Aunt Mala." The sound of Dinan's firm voice, it made Amira wonder and also curious. But curious it seemed to be answered soon on condition that he opened the door.
"Assalamualaikum," sounded the greeting. Amira stared at her clothes, then she immediately grabbed the hijab she had just placed on the back of the chair. Amira put on the hijab in a hurry.
"Waalaikumsalam warohmatullahi wabarokatuh," replied Amira then the door opened. I see some people standing.
"Let's go in!" Amira opened the door a little wider.
"Please sit down," said Amira kindly, although the news had already felt troubled due to nervousness.
"I'm going to the back" said Amira about to make a drink.
"No need to bother, we've just eaten." The woman he saw at Faris' house opened her voice.
"Oh, don't bother." Amira took the mango juice that she had put in the refrigerator. Amira did not forget to serve some pastries.
"Please" said Amira.
"Thank you." Amira turned towards Nirmala who was leaning spoiled against her husband.
"Mas Damar is so good?" Amira asked in a seductive tone, the sensitive Nirmala immediately glared at Amira.
"Why Ma'am? Is something wrong?" Amira is still trying to flirt. Nirmala rolled her eyeballs then got up from the backrest.
"Know with this insinuation he woke up, I asked for help from now on to you Mira," said Damar in a teasing tone and he had to grimace at getting a pinch from Nirmala.
"This is for yourself?" Nirmala took one jar she brought into her lap.
"No, same brother-in-law and mother."
"That's mean. Ih, you...." Nirmala's words were cut off by Deheman Dinan. The young mother-to-be grimaced as she looked at Dinan with threat.
"Dinan nyebelin Mas," Nirmala complained to her husband your name was only answered by a nod.
"Home at home?" Dinan made a sound.
"Yes, but also back home. SMS if it's on the road." Amira answered with a tone made as much as possible, even though her heart was torn.
"Who's the same?" Damar asked after swallowing the cookies bribed by his wife.
"It is not lonely if there are other members," Damar said while nodding.
"This is delicious." Amira turned to the origin of the voice, she stared at the astonished Nirmala who had opened the four types of cookies she presented.
"Oh that's Mbak's marble cake. Tasty and hard, I also like it but artificial long enough because diverting the dough is hard."
"The color is interesting" said Nirmala still by chewing cookies in front of her.
"Yes, that's the same white milk taste as chocolate milk mixed. The name is also marble so mixed your name doesn't really mix." Amira answered casually, she was already able to master the feelings that were in her mind.
"Mas Dinan won't try?" Amira turned to the woman who was holding her son's body so as not to run away. Amira is quite fascinated by the beauty and also the flexibility of Dinan's wife. Perhaps this is comparable to a simple Dinan.
"Well, if you eat, nursing mothers need a lot of food." It felt like Amira was crushed by a stone, her chest tight and difficult to breathe. He knew, sooner or later he would see how Dinan behaved towards his wife, but he still did not expect that it felt this destructive.
"Assalamualaikum," greeting the voice from outside, it turns out that Amira's family has come home.
"Waalaikumsalam warohmatulli wabarokatuh." Amira stood up from her seat to welcome the arrival. Amira immediately approached the older brother who was holding Fatimah who was asleep and took from the sling.
"There are guests" Dinda said as she looked at the crowd in the living room.
"I'm sorry to go back." Amira said goodbye to put Fatimah to sleep. Amira was long enough in the room because Fatimah was holding her neck firmly.
Amira closed the door quietly, afraid to wake Fatimah who looked tired. Amira walked out and she frowned as the women were already in the living room and the men in the living room.
"Mom....." The call from the front made Amira's mother immediately walk towards the living room, Amira just shrugged and sat down next to Dinda.
"What's wrong, Mommy?"
"Don't know, your brother suddenly called." Amira.
"Oh yes, please enjoy." Amira turned towards Nirmala who was already leaning.
"Why Mother?" Nirmala.
"I am so full" said Nirmala. Amira was just shaking her head.
"Let's not love everyone one jar of cookies." Amira stood up to open the closet behind the sofa.
"really? Don't be ashamed" said Nirmala, inviting laughter. Amira smiled faintly at the behavior of the pregnant woman. Maybe it's the hormones too.
"Just relax, Ma'am" Dinda said in between her laughter. Amira brought two bags of cloth. One bag for Nirmala and one bag for Dinan family.
"This is a nitip for the mother as well," said Amira put the jar while facing a dark blue bubbly maker who was patting his son who seemed to be going to sleep.
"Yes, thank you." Amira.
"Get home" said Amira's mother, who appeared happy after coming from the living room.
"Mother was very happy" said Dinda.
"Yes, does it look like that?" Amira sighed then sighed the guest forward carrying two bags.
"Mir, everything is okay." Nirmala whispered as the pregnant woman hugged Amira as if she would not see him for a long time.
"If everything's okay, talk to Damar immediately." Nirmala grinned as she took Amira off at the door.
"You know, anyway" said Nirmala.
"I'm quite sensitive." Amira replied with a sewot.
"Ih, sewot very." Amira pulled her lips thin. He looked at Dinan who took over the female toddler and carried her. He recalled the incident that afternoon, He was already determined to let go.
"Sir, remember Damar?" Arif made a sound that made the netra Amira look towards Arif.
"Whose room?"
"Oh Allah, so this is the little Ami." Damar exclaimed in an excited voice making Amira feel exaggerated with Damar's response.
"Mas Damar knows?" Nirmala voiced Amira's desire for disbelief.
"Yes, we were neighbors." Amira looked quickly.
"Is she?" Amira was unsure.
"Yes, he's the Dama who usually plays houses with you who always plays your husband." Amira turned to horror towards Nirmala who also looked shocked.
"But Damar is my husband" said Nirmala. Amira sighed.
"Take it, Ami's just the past. It's just a joke, too." Amira chuckles amusedly.
"Maybe next time we need nostalgia, Mas." Amira said in a seductive tone.
"Amira!!!" Everyone laughed looking at Nirmala's annoyed face.
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