Woman

Episode 5: Sabrina Tells the Story (3)

Morning has not even come, the sky is still dark blue gray. Also a bit cloudy thin. The moon in the western sky seemed full round, as if welcoming the figure that this family deeply missed.

I think I miss him too.

The dawn prayer just finished about fifteen minutes ago. Bu Fira and Sefti were ready to go to the airport, before finishing their morning prayers.

Their driver hasn't even come to work. Bu Fira is the one who finally heats the car. While waiting for her daughter to finish preening, Bu Fira was also busy reminding me not to forget to feed Seri.

"Series, you gotta take care of me, yeah!" bu Fira's orders rushed into the car. "Titip Series huh, Sab?" continued me.

"Quiet, Mom," I said waving softly.

Sefti suddenly opened the window wide, then stuck his tongue out at me and Seri. But, I immediately closed Seri's eyes with my right hand. It seems he wants to make Seri cry. Sefti could only laugh looking at us.

You brat! Inner me grumbling.

***

The sun finally greeted, not so warm because at the south end a little cloudy. The clock on the wall of this cream-painted house shows at six in the morning past twenty minutes.

The house assistant has arrived. He is Mbak Lastri, an assistant who previously worked at the house of Kak Disa. He came to this house with me. No, he first stayed here when Kak Disa decided to go to teach in Kalimantan.

We were both busy making breakfast for father and son who were playing together.

Seri did not seem bored making his father laugh. With Seri's small body, people probably won't believe that her age will soon be exactly 6 years old.

Pastri and I set up the dinner table, put down the fried rice and leftover chicken soup last night that was reheated. Mr. Grace does not like to waste food, many times he reminds me to reheat leftovers overnight. Miss Fira is like that too.

"Feed it first, Seri." I approached Seri and Mr. Grace. "Dad you want breakfast too!" I pulled the wheelchair handle.

"Come, Series. Sabrina's made food."

"Yes, Dad."

Pastri, me, Mr. Grace and Seri also eat together at this table. There are no caste restrictions in this palace. As long as you live, you're the same in this place.

"Next week so go back to the village?" Mr. Grace started the conversation.

"Yes, Sir!" I chewed fast.

"What kind of girlfriend is she?" asked Mr. Grace, making me confused what to answer.

"They rarely call. Last night, Sefti was busy looking for ingredients for his tanti."

"I believe that Rian is a good boy. Sefti's mother is too protective."

"Yes, Sir. But, it's also good to take care of the girls." I laugh.

"Yes, anyway. Especially now, right? All very worrying. Oh yeah, when do you graduate?"

"Neng, Sabrina hasn't graduated yet?" sela Mbak Lastri's.

"Not yet hehehe."

"When's the graduation?" ask Mr. Grace.

"God willing, the thesis first, sir. Pray for graduation soon."

"Hopefully succeed!"

"Aamiin," said Mbak Lastri and Seri simultaneously. I laughed when I saw the three of them. Pastri was busy cleaning up Seri who was sitting next to him. Pak Rahmat sat at the end of the table pointing to be taken sambal onion packaging. I who sat in front of Seri could only enjoy these good times.

If Rahayu were still alive, would I still be here? Can you let me live in someone else's house. I don't know, I have to do this now with all my heart. So that no heart is disappointed.

***

After breakfast, I asked Seri to take a shower. This kid is so obedient. He immediately went into his room and asked me to pick a shirt. He said he wanted to see his favorite aunt.

I helped pick out clothes. Everyone in this house is excited to see Sis Disa. Because it's the first time she's come home after reporting she's three months pregnant.

The sound of a horn from the front of the house made me run out of the room. The series was already asleep, because we were watching cartoon dvds together.

The clock has been set at nine.

"Sefti! Don't iih!" Bu Fira's voice sounded annoyed. It seems, Sefti who continues to ring the bell from earlier. I'm excited.

I opened the door for them immediately. Glad I saw the hijab woman standing next to Bu Fira.

"Well, right. Sabrina is the most sensitive in this house!" Sefti ran towards me and held this hand.

"Assalamualaikum, Brother!" call me to release Sefti's hand and walk towards Sister Disa.

"Vaalaikumsalam. God, I haven't seen you in a long time!" Sister Disa hugged me. I miss you so much, my foster brother. Feels weird.

"Yes, it's been a long time. How are you, brother? Been comfortable in Kalimantan until I forgot to come back here."

"Aah you. Thank God, I'm good. You how? Stay here?"

"A very good home."

"Your mother how are you?"

"Thank God, my mother is always healthy. Thanks to the prayers of Bu Fira and Sak Disa." I tried to wrap my hands around Sis Disa's waist and stroked her stomach slowly.

"Thank God."

"Yes, ladies, we go inside. Don't talk to dong's door." Mr. Reski interrupted with a few bags in his hand. He seemed busy, and was deep in the role of a good husband.

"Sefti! Help Om Reski!" ma'am Fira's orders, to the Sefti I left on the porch. I forgot Sefti turned out.

"Yes, I help you. Just calm down." Sefti walked towards us who were gathered around the car.

"We chatted inside, yuuk," added Bu Fira, bringing me and Sister Disa into the house.

Let Mr. Reski and Sefti be busy as porters.

***

We sat together in the family room. Miss Fira went to the kitchen to make a drink. Earlier, me and Mbak Lastri also made a mushroom like Kak Disa.I and Mbak Lastri stick to him. Maybe he'll be angry soon.

However, looking at his appearance now, I'm sure, Sister Disa has learned to control herself.

Sis Disa now looks more graceful with hijab. It seems that she is becoming a religious figure now, with a long, shrouded headscarf and a dark brown plain robe, looking beautiful and fitting in with it.

Last time I met her she was still wearing a miniskirt. What the hell's going on?

Did her pregnancy bring any blessings?

"Why do you see it so damn well?" asked Sis Disa when she realized I was admiring her.

"The color of the hijab I like" I replied touching the tip of Kak Disa's hijab.

"Sama, I like it too!" sefti exclaimed down from the second floor.

"Mrs Maya, how are you?" I'm curious.

"His condition is getting better, although after giving birth she had dropped. But everything is back to normal again. This is a photo of his son," replied Kak Disa while showing a cute baby photo.

"I want Sister Disa to tell me everything that happened there. Six months isn't home, is it?"

"Top seven months!" answer laughed.

I feel like everything is going well. Suddenly, I missed mom.

***

Seriate